Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,39

good on the skin of my throat.

“This might not have happened,” she said quietly, motioning between us with her hand.

“This?”

“Us.”

And just like that, my heart constricted in my chest but in the best way possible. Since I grew some balls and approached Farron with my almost bullying tactics explaining that we were going to happen, there was a small part of me that was having doubts. Despite the heated looks, the hot kisses, and the desperation in her eyes each time I touched her, I feared that Farron found my overbearing ways a little too much to handle, especially after practically dry humping her last night. That she could only see our age difference and decide it was too much of an issue for us, or that her having a kid was off-putting to me. The latter I think I had put to rest, Dillion and I were in the friendship zone already, and I really liked the young bloke. In fact, I intended to speak to Noxx and Drixx about going hunting one weekend and taking Dillion with us as long as Farron had no objections.

Pulling on the reigns, I brought Herc to a stop and quickly slid off his back, doing the same with Farron until she was standing on the ground with me, her backed up to the horse’s side.

“We were always meant to happen Farron, I believe that all the way to my soul. You don’t go through what I went through and survive it for nothing. Just like you didn’t survive your marriage only to stay miserable and alone, not including Dillion in this, of course,” I quickly added before she had a chance to argue with me.

“I firmly believe someone up there,” I pointed to the sky, “had a plan and that included you and me meeting.”

“Even though it took you a year to talk to me,” Farron sassed, rolling her eyes at me.

“Yes, thank you for the reminder, again,” I laughed, then pulled her closer to my chest, her t-shirt did nothing to disclose her peaked nipples through the thin material, making me groan when they came into contact with my skin through my open shirt. Thank god for hot sunny days and me not buttoning my shirts in the warmer weather.

Farron’s smirk slipped from her lips, her tongue peeking out to lick at the plump morsels. Goddamn, was I going to be spending the rest of my life groaning and trying to control my dick around this stunning woman? I guess there were worse things a man had to deal with, but I was certain half of them weren’t as lucky as my brothers and me.

“Would you … can you … is it okay if you … kiss me again?” Farron stumbled on her words, making her cute as hell, but there was no need for her to be nervous around me, and she sure as hell didn’t need to ask me to kiss her with trepidation or worry. Kissing her last night … fuck me what she did to me with just a few heated kisses. I wanted to spend days on end lost in her sweet lips and catching her soft, horny moans in my mouth.

Shuffling my legs apart to get closer to her height, I pulled her deeper into me, one hand on the small of her back and the other speared into her soft, short, wavy hair.

“The day you have to ask me to kiss you is the day you need to kick me in the arse Farron. Whenever the need hits you, all you have—” my words were cut off by soft lips slamming onto mine, little moans of delight echoing past her lips and into me.

Crushing her to me, I took over control of the kiss, moving my mouth over hers this way and that, no real expertise, just raw wanting and a craving need to get her taste all over my tongue. Farron was like my own personal crack, one taste and I was hooked, ruined for life. It was her or nothing, no one else would do.

Seconds ticked by, then minutes, as we stood there not more than a kilometre into our ride, kissing like randy teenagers. This wasn’t how I planned for today to go, well, not right away. Sunday’s were Farron’s days off from the restaurant and mainly spent with Dillion. I wanted to be part of those times from now on, as much as Farron wanted me to be with her.