the right timing, Farron and I were a month into our relationship and she had yet to move in officially, but that didn’t stop me from being put out that my guys didn’t swim hard enough to hit the mark.
I needed to amp up my efforts to plant my baby in her belly because I wasn’t wearing a condom, that was for damn sure. Bare in Farron’s pussy was the greatest feeling in the world and not one I was going to give up, ever. Before long, Dillion is going to have a sibling, then another one. And maybe just one more.
***
“Some drama back there, hey Dill,” I said, as casually as I could. We left the farm when Noxx had turned up, and I’d filled him in on the plan to employ Dusty at Waterford. After explaining about the dilemma his parents were in, and being the reason Dusty hooked up with Roberts … and after Noxx blindsided me with a left hook to the jaw–knocking me on my arse, I decided it was time for Dillion and me to leave.
“It was awesome, Nixx. The way Hendrixx broke that guy’s nose, then Noxx took you out,” Dillion practically gushed, “good times.”
Choking on my laughter, I touched the tender side of my jaw. There was going to be a fucking cunt of a bruise tomorrow, fucking Noxx.
“Then Grandma takes broken-nose dude inside for scones and cream after she gives the three of you a slap on the head each. Really good times.” Dillion chuckled again.
“So happy we kept you amused, Dillion,” I replied dryly. “My mother has a sometimes unorthodox way of showing her love,” I allowed, snorting out a laugh.
“She is so cool, Nixx. Ya know she asked me to call her grandma, my own grandparents like me to use their given names. They reckon it stops the awkward questions, whatever that means.”
Gripping the steering wheel, I held onto the anger directed at the stupid people. They had no idea what their arrogance caused them to miss out on. My mum loved Dillion and welcomed him into the family with open arms. To her, he was as much her grandchild as Daxx and Onyxx.
“Fuck ‘em, mate, their loss is our gain. Now … about Noxx. He did not take me out, he blindsided me, there is a difference,” I scoffed, injecting some humour to the situation. Dillion might not be mine by blood, but only after weeks of being with his mum, he was more my son than Alec’s.
“Oh please, Nixx, he copped you with a beauty, wait till Mum hears how her big, strong boyfriend was knocked on his butt. Pow! One punch!”
“Oh, for the love of god,” I grumbled, praying that the kid was only joking. Telling Farron that my brother hit me wasn’t the problem, telling her it happened in front of her son was, not forgetting about Hendrixx breaking Dusty’s nose.
“You should have seen it Mum, Hendrixx just pulled his fist back and broke the man’s nose with an almighty cracker of a punch,” Dillion relayed the story for the second time, using more creativity than the first telling.
“Hmmm, yes son, so you told me already,” Farron responded, turning her head to look back at me. The minute Dillion and I walked into the restaurant, Farron had our table ready for us with pizza and cokes, enough to feed two hungry males. My woman knew how to look after her men. As soon as we sat down, I snagged an arm around her waist and drew her onto my lap, where she stayed listening to Dillion embellish the two punch scenes with teenage vigour.
“It was an okay punch, lucky if you ask me.” My contribution only making Farron narrow her eyes more at me.
“Which one, Hendrixx’s or the one that knocked you on your butt?”
“I tripped on the … the cobble path,” I insisted, looking at Farron with innocent eyes, “Farron, I promise Dillion wasn’t in any danger, I made him stand behind me well out of the way. He had Noxx on the phone the whole time, he was safe as houses.”
“Hey, are you worried I am mad?” Farron asked, surprised, her hand coming up to cup my sore jaw, wincing when I flinched under her soft touch.
“Honey, I trust you with my son, he is a teenage boy, he gets in punch-ups with his mates all the time. Thankfully, they are play fights, but he has had and seen his fair share of