Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers #3) - Leah Sharelle Page 0,72
some peace and quiet.”
“They have been sick all this week and last, it’s not my fault my beautiful baby girl is the devil’s spawn. And she didn’t threaten to cut off my balls, what she actually said was if I didn’t get the kids out of the house, she was going to use a castration dock on the base of my dick and watch it fall off,” Noxx corrected, holding a hand over his junk.
Slapping my hand over my face, I dragged it down and counted to ten. I swear the conversations that go on between the people in my family get weirder every day.
“What these idiots are trying to tell you, Dillion is this, your mother is the most important woman in your life, and you listen to her. You do as you are told and trust that she knows what is best for you. Then when you find your one, you then have to balance listening to two women, it becomes a juggling act of not replacing your mum, but making sure your woman always comes first.”
“My god, how are the three of you in relationships?” My mate Pete pipped up, laughing as he started packing up the guns into their cases.
“Dillion, don’t listen to these three wankers. Never take advice from people who are known as Hottie 1, 2 and 3.” Pete smirked. “What they are trying to say is simple, you can’t touch the gun until you get your licence, mum will be angry and Fenixx will pay with his life. Got it? Good, now the four of you get out of here, light is starting to fade and my wife will have my balls in a sling if I miss The Bachelorette. For some reason, I have to watch it with her and enjoy it.” Slamming down the lid, he picked up the two cases and stomped off, not saying good-bye just grumbling about the shit show and the hour of his life he would never get back. However, that didn’t stop him from picking up his speed to get to his car.
“And that is what it is all about Dillion, my boy. Whether it is your mum, wife or someone special, you do things to make them happy. Because in the end, if they are happy, then so are you,” I insisted, pointing at Pete as he jumped into his car and blazed through the paddock, off to please his wife.
Dillion looked at me, then Drixx then Noxx then back to me. “Are you going to marry Mum and make her happy for the rest of her life?” His question, not the one I was expecting, but the one I wanted to answer more than anything. With my hands on my hips, I breathed in deeply. This was it; four nights ago, I did it the wrong way, totally arse-about. The ring I bought for Farron at the start of the week, I had been carrying around in my pocket, waiting for the right moment to ask her to marry me. I didn’t want to make a big planned production out of my proposal. That wasn’t the kind of man I was, showy wasn’t my thing, signing in the sky, not my deal. Asking Dillion for permission to marry his mum was number one on my list before asking Farron. The only problem being … nerves. The clusterfuck in the restaurant with his father threw a spanner in the works, at least for me. Farron, on the other hand, blossomed the minute Alec stormed out the door, vowing he was done with her and her kid. Just hearing that comment about Dillion, I wanted to race back after him and knock his teeth down his throat.
Dillion, I could tell, had been rocked by the blatant neglect and uncaring attitude his father displayed for everyone to see that night. Giving him time to absorb and come to terms with his father’s future absence in his life, I thought, was the best way to go. So, I waited, with the ring in my pocket, while keeping a close eye on the boy, watching for any sign he wasn’t coping. Asking for his mum’s hand in marriage probably the last thing he needed to deal with at the present time.
In hindsight, asking Farron to marry me while I was taking her from behind, not the most romantic proposal on paper, but for us, the moment had been perfect. It was a moment that will live with me