for the sake of our son. Dillion deserved to have both of his parents in his life, even if one was basically absent ninety-nine percent of the time. I did everything in my power to see that Dillion didn’t feel his father’s absence; he never went without affection, never saw the darker side of his dad. I protected him from all the fighting and the arguing. He didn’t see his mum being put down and made to feel inadequate didn’t hear the filth that was aimed at me when Alec got on the grog. Whenever he went on a bender, I sent Dillion to my mum’s for sleepovers overnight or longer, depending on the severity of the sessions. Sometimes, I had to keep our son away for the whole weekend, which was a blessing considering.
My hands started to sweat at the memories and the last thing I wanted to do was go back in time now when the Fenixx Hott show was playing out in front of me.
And what a show it was.
Nixx—suddenly deciding I liked the shortened version of his name, was standing on top of the flatbed, dressed in his red sleeveless flannel, tying strapping to one of the ovens with deft skill. My position was perfect for watching his strong arms and large hands snap the length of strapping around the trailer’s hitch then perform the most intricate knots to secure it safely. My breath sped up, my pulse echoed in my ears, and by god, my core throbbed at the dirty visions going through my mind.
Visions that included Nixx and me in a bed—and rope.
Dear God, where did that come from? Other than watching scenes in a movie, being tied up never excited me during my marriage. Plain old missionary sex never really interested me much if I was being honest, I think. Alec wasn’t the most generous man, whether it be providing for his family or as a lover. Nope, he was more of a ‘suck my dick for an hour, and then maybe I might be able to come’ kind of a man. Sadly, I was an expert at oral sex, I was yet to experience it myself, but that time was well and truly gone for me.
All I had now were my fantasies.
“Cute, isn’t he?”
Jumping off the bale of hay, I let out a squeak at the older feminine voice that scared the shit out of me. Whipping my head around to see Mrs Hott herself standing there with a happy smile on her face.
“Sorry sweetie, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Actually, I stomped rather loudly, but you were lost in my son’s muscles,” Mrs Hott drawled, her comment bringing a blush to my cheeks so hot I could feel it all over my face, no mirror needed to confirm that!
“Oh, Mrs Hott, you scared me!” Embarrassed for being caught ogling her son, and for her calling me out on it, I sat back down this time looking down at the grass and not at Fenixx.
“Please don’t mind me Farron, I am only teasing you. Plus, my boys are very handsome men, not that I am biased or anything,” Mrs Hott laughed as she took a seat next to me on the large square bale. I saw her not half an hour ago up at the house where she had been wearing a pleated skirt and blouse. Now she had on crisp blue jeans and a checked shirt tucked into her jeans. A decorative belt that had HHH embossed into the metal adorned her waist and around her neck was a striking strand of pink pearls. The woman was a walking talking advertisement for a country magazine; she could also be a detective.
I really didn’t have anything to say to that comment. I had already been caught staring and most likely drooling, denying the fact wouldn’t do me any good, not really.
Nodding my head, I turned my head to look over my shoulder at the view of the valley behind us; even in my embarrassment, I could appreciate the spectacular scenery.
“How lucky you are to live with this beauty right in your backyard Mrs Hott,” I offered instead of sitting there in uncomfortable silence.
“I never take it for granted, that is for sure. My husband worked his fingers to the bone to add more and more acreage to the Triple H, giving our sons a place to be proud of and work was very important to Will and myself.”
“I understand