Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,50

me.

“It’s not. I had one of the guys fish it out of one of the vehicle sheds,” Nixx told me, moving us back down on the grass towards the bike, my hand firmly in his.

“Oh, how come?”

“It’s for Dillion,” Nixx announced, surprising me.

“Nixx—" I started to protest, but Nixx shushed me before I could decline the offer.

“It isn’t for free. As you said, it’s old and needs a lot of work. The way I see it if Dillion wants to ride motorbikes, he needs to know how they work and how to maintain one. I am more than willing to show him the basic mechanics he needs to know and work on it with him, but he will be doing most of the work. If he gets it up and running and still has an interest in bikes, then the guys will help him paint it to look like new.”

“After that, he works two nights a week here at the HHH, we will pay him, of course, a small amount of what he makes we will hold back as payment for the bike and what parts he uses, but it will be a second job for him which is what he told me he was looking for now.”

I stopped walking alongside him, stuck in place as I digested what he just told me. He was giving my son a bike and a job, but more than that, Nixx was giving Dillion a role model–something he has never had. More importantly, Nixx was being a friend to my son, not because of me, because of Dillion.

Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the beat up old dirt bike, it was painted several different fading colours, the seat was torn to pieces and wires stuck out from every which way.

It was, without a doubt, the best bike I had laid eyes on, ever.

“Baby, why are you crying?” Nixx fretted, turning me to face him, pulling my hand to his chest, holding it under his.

“You … you … are the … sw … sweetest man … everrrrrrrr,” I sobbed, forgetting about my make-up job that took me forty minutes to achieve. Mascara and tears didn’t go together, but right at that moment, I couldn’t give a fig.

My son had a bike and I had a man that was honest and true and wonderful.

“Baby, it’s just a bike and not a very good one at that. He is going to be spending a lot of time on it even to get it to turn over.” He shrugged, looking at me like I was making a big deal out of nothing.

Too much. Nixx was too much, too perfect. And he wants me to be his.

Throwing myself at him, I smashed my lips to his, pouring my thanks and my appreciation into the kiss. How much more did I need Nixx to do and say until I truly believed he believed in me and my worth as a woman?

“Farron?” Nixx muttered against my mouth, and his hands pressed to my back.

“Hmmm.” I peppered kisses all over his face, giddy for the first time in my adult life.

“Where is the back of your dress?” Nixx rasped, his voice suddenly sounding very winded.

“It doesn’t have one, why?” I asked absently, biting his chin then giggling at his low growl.

“Beautiful, you are tempting me to forgo impressing you with dinner and going straight to dessert.”

“I see nothing wrong with that.” My response quick and given no thought, no nail-biting back and forth, and absolutely no reservations that I wanted Nixx.

Now.

***

“Stop scowling at me baby, I told you I wanted to impress you with my barbequing skills,” Nixx laughed around a mouthful of steak. It might be the most tender piece of beef ever to pass my lips, but Nixx was never going to hear that from me. I was sure he intended to take me to bed and finally have his way with me after I attacked him and he discovered my backless dress.

Did he though?

Nope! No he did not. Instead, he kissed the air out of my lungs, then led me inside and out to his outdoor deck to begin cooking steaks for dinner.

The only satisfaction for me other than the incredible meal he prepared was the hard-on he sported the whole time. Hey, if I had to suffer, then so did he, right?

Taking a bite of the homemade potato salad, I hummed with delight.

“I am impressed yes, and I need this recipe from you. I