Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,43
if your mum and I see each other?”
Dillion looked at Nixx, then at me, then at Nixx again saying nothing. Seconds ticked by, and suddenly I felt the urge to pull away from Nixx’s hold on me. He must have sensed my panic because his hand tightened on my hip in a silent warning.
“I really like your mum mate, and I promise I won’t do anything to hurt her,” Nixx declared in a deep, strong voice.
“You promise not to mess with her?” Dillion countered, narrowing his eyes at Nixx.
“You have my word.”
“You know Mum comes with me, right? We are a package deal.”
Tears welled in my eyes and my nose started to sting. Just seeing my boy standing there going toe-to-toe with a man over twice his age made me so proud.
Nixx leant down and pressed a kiss to my temple, before letting me go to walk over to Dillion. I watched in utter amazement as Nixx held out his hand to Dillion, waiting for Dillion to take it.
“I would want your mum if she had ten kids mate, and I would like each and every one of them because they are hers. I consider myself bloody lucky to have found you and your mum, Dillion. I’m not the kind of person to pretend, if I don’t like someone, you can believe there will be a mighty good reason for it. Fortunately, I reckon you are a f—ah, a damn, fine kid, and you are your mum’s family, which means you are part of mine too. You accept that?”
Taking a few steps closer, I peeked over Nixx’s shoulder. I had to stand on my tiptoes to do it because the man was a mountain, but I managed to see Dillion just at the moment when he accepted Nixx’s handshake, a smile replacing the frown.
“Yeah, I do. Ya both know I was on board with you two anyways, right?” Dillion smirked, “Now, can I go see your bike real quick?”
“Don’t take too long, yeah? I’m starving, so I can’t promise there will be much left if you don’t get back soon,” Nixx answered, shaking his head.
My boy knew what I wanted before I did. Smartypants.
“Deal!” Dillion yelled as he raced out of the kitchen, hitting the back door with his usual exuberance.
“Just like a teenager,” Nixx said, shaking his head laughing, “only knows one speed. Full throttle.”
“What just happened?” I rasped out, not believing the scene that just unfolded.
“That.” Nixx began walking back to me, his arms going around me and pulling me to his front. My hands automatically reached out and clung to his biceps, noticing he’d changed into a shirt with sleeves for the first time. Damn it.
“Was your last legitimate excuse for us to be together going down the gurgler baby. The only ones left are in your head,” Nixx whispered the last part, his forehead falling to mine.
“I’m in baby, one hundred percent. Dillion is part of that too.”
I was already there with Nixx in theory, had already agreed to see what this was between us. One foot in, one foot out. Dillion just helped my lagging foot to step over the line.
“Do you want gravy or tomato sauce on your meat, honey?” I asked, adding the pet name, so Nixx knew I was in too.
“If you don’t tell my mum, I want tomato sauce and don’t forget the mint sauce on the peas,” Nixx whispered, winking at me, his eyes lighting up.
Pecking his lips, I laughed.
“Oh god forbid! You can’t eat peas without mint sauce!” I shuddered.
“I knew the minute I laid eyes on you that first night you were perfect. Now you have confirmed it.” Nixx returned my kiss then went about setting the plates on the table like he had been doing it for years.
And just like that, my whole body calmed, and the tension flowed out of me. The only thing left now was to get naked in front of him.
God help me!
“I hope Dillion didn’t go to bed early for my benefit,” Nixx murmured into my hair. We were sitting on the couch, me practically in his lap, watching the evening news.
“Oh, don’t worry about that. Dillion loves his sleep. He isn’t one for TV, much preferring to go to bed and get as much sleep as possible than sit and watch a show.”
“Sounds like my brothers and me. Mum had a hard time getting us to come inside for dinner, then she had an even harder time getting us to do