Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,40
Dillion spent the night at a mate’s, and when I called Farron this morning to see how she faired after last night’s drinking, and she told me he wouldn’t be home till later in the afternoon, I rushed into town and picked her up. Sooner rather than later, we were going to have to talk about our living arrangements. Going into town wasn’t a hassle, but I wanted her and Dillion close to me. The fact we had not even slept together didn’t come into it, Farron was the one. The sooner we started our lives together, the better. Getting her to that way of thinking my only obstacle.
I already spoke with Dillion and let him know my intentions with his mum. Last week, I stopped by their house and hung out with him while he rested his sprained ankle, playing video games and general male bonding. The kid came out and asked me if I liked his mother, and I answered truthfully, a little too much honesty judging by him rolling his eyes and feigning dry retching. By the end of the discussion, Dillion was on board with my plan and asking if he could come to ride the bikes again once his ankle healed. I had to admit it was refreshing to chat with such a bright kid like Dillion Hill, he had his head screwed on, unlike some teens his age. He was all about saving money, getting more after-school jobs and watching out for his mum. Whatever the poor blighter saw his father do to Farron during their marriage didn’t give me the impression that Dillion liked his old man all that much.
Something I understood well.
My mind rushed back to the moment when I felt a hand run down my bare chest and come to a stop over my crotch.
“Mmmm, this is … nice,” Farron breathed into my mouth, her eyes opened and looking right at me. This close, I could see just how deep brown her eyes were, not plain brown, not for my stunner, no hers were a golden brown with gold flecks sprinkled in, making them so mesmerizing I planned to get lost in them every day of my life.
Pushing my groin into her hand, I growled against her lips.
“For future reference baby, men don’t like their dicks to be called ‘nice’. We prefer magnificent, astounding, a work of art, stuff like that.”
“Well, seeing as though I am yet to see it, I guess we will have to go off my description when we were picking up the ovens. I believe huge was the word I used.” Her hand squeezing me, then pressing down on me as she rubbed the length of my constrained hard-on. “Come on cowboy, we have a ride to get to,” she breathed, moaning when my cock twitched in my jeans under her touch.
“I’m looking forward to another ride myself darlin’,” I drawled, giving her some space so she could turn around and helped her back up on Hercules, then quickly mounting behind her, swearing I heard her mutter, ‘I just hope I’m good at it,” but wasn’t sure I heard her right.
I better not have heard her putting herself down.
FARRON
Hell’s bells my heart!
Fenixx’s lips should be a weapon, his kisses the ammunition.
Where on earth was the sass I was throwing at him coming from and did I really just put my hand on his crotch and squeeze it? In all my thirty-four years, I had ever been so bold to grab a man’s manly area. And I certainly don’t remember ever purring while saying sexy innuendos, after sucking his tongue into my mouth. The thing was, and in my defence, I loved to kiss. I loved the thought of it, loved watching it in movies, always secretly wishing I was on the receiving end of one.
I asked him to kiss me very badly, I admit. I almost backed out but hearing about his illness and heart issues, an overwhelming fear that with one mistake in diagnosis I might not have ever met, Fenixx spurred me to leave my comfort zone and ask. Of course, I stumbled and stuttered so much I wanted the earth to open up and swallow me, but Fenixx, in the only way Fenixx Hott could, he took my stumbling and turned it into something he did wrong.
What man did that? Alec never did, that was for darn sure. Everything was mine or Dillion’s fault. He made too much noise, or I was too needy,