Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,36

banded tighter around me, his face planted in my throat. It was then that I seemed to have returned to my body and mind, I noticed Nixx’s heavy panting.

“No, don’t move Farron, don’t take your body and heat away from me,” he begged, squeezing me.

“Let me thrill in the moment of making my girlfriend come for the first time.”

“Girlfriend?” I parroted, pushing away from him again, and this time he let me.

“Yeah baby, what did you think this was all about? I would never have gotten to know Dillion if all I wanted was to fuck you and piss off. And I would certainly not have invited you to my home if you were just a hook-up,” Nixx told me, his honesty a little less subtle than I was used to, but it was what he said about Dillion that truly warned my heart. He cared about my son, he wasn’t messing around with his feelings or playing with them just so he could wheedle into our lives and screw me.

We had not even gotten any of our clothes off together unless you count me sitting on his car bonnet in just my tank and jeans. I knew in my tipsy but not quite completely drunk state, Nixx could have easily gotten more from me tonight, but he didn’t. We might be outside and in the main street of Cattle Ridge, but the car was at the end of the cark park, and the darkness, thanks to no street light near us, sheltered us from any onlookers. Other than his hands on my hips and butt, he didn’t attempt to touch me anywhere else, and he didn’t openly grope me or force me to touch him. Our kiss and my orgasm were about me. He was giving me what I asked for, I meant that much to him.

“Farron?”

Shaking my head, I looked at him with wonder and shock.

“I know that Nixx. I know you wouldn’t use Dillion to get close to me or hurt him by up and leaving.” I smiled reassuringly. “You have crept your way into my heart, into Dillion’s and I—” licking my lips and tasting Nixx on them, I found the courage to say out loud what I secretly had been scared to admit out loud. Until now.

“I want to see what can happen between us, to see if I can be the kind of woman—”

“Finish that sentence and you will see your boyfriend very pissed off for the first time Farron,” Nixx threatened, his hands leaving my hips to cup my face.

“A real man treats his woman like spun glass. He cares, he worries, he cherishes her. What he doesn’t do is knock her down until she has no confidence and loses sight of who she is.”

“You are amazing baby. A beautiful, sweet and sensitive woman, a phenomenal mother. So you better get used to hearing those and so many other things like that from me because I will tell you as many times as it takes for you to believe.” Nixx breathed against my lips, kissing me softly.

“Oh, okay, um thanks,” I stuttered, no doubt my face was flush with a deep red, and if there were life on the moon they would be able to see me.

Laughing, Nixx went back to hugging me, pulling me back against him.

“You will get there baby,” he chuckled, rubbing smooth strokes up and down my back.

Laying my head back down on his shoulder, I breathed in his scent and smiled.

I have a boyfriend at the age of thirty-four. Woohoo!

FENIXX

“When you said we were going horse riding, I admit I was a bit worried about what you had in mind,” Farron admitted leaning back against me, “but this I am really enjoying.” She hummed, turning her head to look up at me, her smile relaxed and fucking beautiful.

“I am glad you are enjoying it baby, but be prepared, you will be getting on a horse by yourself.” Tightening my arms around her, the reigns in my hands, I clicked my tongue, signalling Hercules to walk forward.

After last night’s erotic and sexy make-out session on the bonnet of my car, ending with the spectacular sight and sounds of Farron orgasming from our clothes on grinding. All I wanted to do was take her home, undress her and kiss every inch of her delectable body. Widen her legs and press my tongue to her clit while my fingers pushed inside her until she came all over them. Then slide up