Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers Book 3)

by Leah Sharelle

  “Baby, don’t … oh fuck yes, do that again.”

  Swallowing a giggle, I clenched again, this time pushing my face into the side of his neck and tugged his lobe between my teeth.

  “Come for me, Nixx,” I begged, desperate to see what he looked like when he lost himself to passion, as he did to me.

  “Together,” Nixx growled, dropping his head to my breast, taking my nipple between his teeth, pulling it into his mouth. It was rough, but not painful, far from it. A streak of desire raced through me right to my clit, my core pulsing madly. This one not as powerful as the first but no less pleasurable and enjoyable.

  “Oh god, Farron.” My name echoed in the room as Nixx roared it over and over, his body shuddering as liquid heat filled my channel, his cock jerking inside me.

  Winding my arms tighter around him, his back slick with sweat, Nixx dropped my legs back down to the bed, his head landing on my chest.

  “Wow!” Nixx mumbled, his mouth stuck to my breast.

  “Wow, indeed,” I panted, smiling like a loon.

  “I had plans for this to go all night, but you blew that out of the water,” he laughed, lifting his head to look at me.

  Tracing a hand over his scruffy jaw, I leaned forward and kissed his mouth.

  “Oh I don’t know, the night isn’t over, plus you don’t hear me complaining, do ya, cowboy?” I sassed back at him.

  “Nope, I don’t believe I heard any complaints, lots of begging and moans but nothing that sounded like a complaint.”

  “Funny man.” Rolling my eyes at him, I bit him on the chin.

  “I am. Stay there baby, while I go get a face flannel to clean you up.” Kissing me quickly, Nixx pulled back from me, but he didn’t get very far, not because he couldn’t, no it was because he was looking at my face. My shocked and terrified face.

  “Farron, what is it?”

  “Clean me up?” I whispered between suddenly dry lips.

  “Yeah, clean you up because we just—ahhhhh.” Nixx caught on quickly to why I was so shocked.

  “I guess we should talk about kids now.”

  “Ya think?”

  “Now Farron, don’t get you knickers twisted. I told you I was all in. You, me and Dillion and—”

  “And a baby after less than a month of knowing each other,” I ranted desperately. “Fenixx, this is not something either of us should be thinking about right now. I mean for heaven’s sake, I just experienced oral sex for the first time in my life, and you are smiling because we didn’t use any protection and now we could be—”

  The room spun, or at least it felt like it did, but it was just Nixx flipping us in the bed, changing our positions, so I was astride him, his cock still very much buried inside me.

  “What are you doing?” I yelped, glaring at Nixx but huffed when I was met with his raised eyebrows and scowl. “Nixx,” I corrected myself, “what are you doing?” I repeated then bit back a moan when his dick jerked inside me.

  “Farron, listen to me.” Grabbing me by the hips, Nixx held me still, because God help me, I wanted to lift up and feel that amazing dick slide in and out of me again.

  Shit, no protection! Goddamn, this man rendered me silly as a wheel.

  “Nixx, we can’t risk doing this again without using something. Now I think we are safe, I don’t think I am in that time in my cycle.”

  “Finished?” Nixx drawled, narrowing his eyes at me.

  “Depends.”

  “Baby.” Nixx drew me down until I was lying on top of him, but still keeping our intimate connection. “I am not unhappy at the idea of having a baby with you, whether it be now or later. I love you Farron, completely and utterly in love with you.”

  Letting out a shocked hiss, tears threatened immediately to fall, to fall hard and long.

  Where did this man come from? And who do I thank for sending him to me? I could never regret my life with Alec, that would mean I regretted having Dillion, and that was not possible. Maybe I had to go through the crappy years to finally experience this—Nixx.

  FENIXX

  I had to calm Farron down before my dick exploded with more cum.

  I really had not thought through the position change before I flipped us. I was still hard, which in itself was a miracle considering how much cum leaked out of me while I ate her pretty pussy. Surely there was nothing left after Farron milked me no less than a few minutes ago?

  If Farron was to fall pregnant, my reaction would be nothing but happy. I told her I was in, starting the rest of my life with her and Dillion also meant adding to our little family. A baby would be a blessing and proof I survived for a reason. Fast or not, it didn’t come in into it. I wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was Farron.

  Farron stared down at me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish squirming for water.

  “Honey, that’s—it’s too—”

  Grabbing her arse, a plump globe in each hand, I squeezed just enough to stop her from wriggling her butt on me. I was barely hanging on from blowing inside her again, and going by her reaction to the first one, that decision might get me in a little trouble.

  “If you say ‘too soon’ one more time woman,” I growled, annoyed that she was arguing with me instead of saying the three words back to me. She loved me that much I was certain of, but Farron had a thing for rules, timeframes and anything else that stopped me from getting what I wanted.

  “We aren’t teenagers Farron, we don’t need our parents’ approval, nor is there anyone waiting for me with a shotgun at the end of an aisle. If you get pregnant, that’s great. We get married or don’t get married I am fine with either. Just as long as you love me Farron, that is all I need. Well, that and you and Dillion living here in my house,” I added the last request quickly, hoping that my awesome declaration of love grabbed her attention enough to say yes to everything, before the penny dropped, and she hit me.

  My only goal tonight was to make love to my girlfriend, tell her I love her and fall asleep with her in my arms, so in the morning we could do it all over again. She had yet to repeat those three words to me, I already knew she loved me, but hearing them coming from her sweet lips was important to me.

  “I know we are adults Nixx, but a baby? That is a lifetime commitment honey, are you sure that is something you want?” Farron asked, her mouth pressed to my pec.

  “Let me ask you this, Farron,” I said after a minute of thinking, “have you ever thought of wanting more kids? The truth now, don’t give me an answer you think I want to hear, forget about what just happened and tell me honestly.” My hands slowly rubbed up and down her back, learning the dips and curves of her body while soothing her.

  I waited and waited, rubbing her back, my dick still hard inside of her, but I refused to push her to speak. Farron had endured enough pressure in her life, saying what was expected of her or what she thought a man wanted to hear. I expected nothing other than the truth, so if she needed time to think, then that’s what I would give her.

  Humming the tune of her favourite Garth Brooks song, I laid there with Farron on top of me, enjoying the moment and not a bit worried.

  “I love that song,” Farron murmured quietly.

  Smiling, I chuckled, “I know.”

  “I love you too,” she whispered, smoothing her palms up to my shoulders.

  “I know that too,” I affirmed, kissing her head, sparks of happiness bubbling up inside me. Never had three words mean more to me, they surpassed ‘your heart is fine’, and even ‘you can go outside and play now’.

  Farron pushed on her hands and sat up on me, the move causing all kinds of delicious stirrings. Dressed, Farron was beautiful, naked and sated, she was a breathtaking work of art.

  “Does anything ever worry you, Nixx?” Her face was serene and free of any frowning or worry—a good sign.

  “Not much, I learnt a long time ago to go with the flow. Things happen for a reason, you just have to be patient enough and wait for the universe to show you the way.”
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  Farron clenched her pussy around my dick, her moan and mine coming out at the same time. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stay still, she was close to coming to a decision on her own, this was not the time for me to take charge and tell her how it was going to be. She better hurry up, though, because I was seconds away from blowing my load, and before that happened, I wanted another taste of her sweetness.

  “So what you are saying is ….” Farron lifted her hips, sliding off my cock until only the tip was in her. “You went through the ASD, and I suffered a cold, loveless marriage because the universe knew we would meet, with you stalking me for a year,” she giggled when I growled and sat up, taking a nipple into my mouth and sucking.

  “Then fall in love, have babies and live happily ever after,” I finished for her, then groaning when her pussy starting convulsing around me.

  “Wow. The universe is pretty smart, hey?”

  “Not nearly as smart as I am, baby. I know when to hold them and when to make her mine.” Surging up with a hard thrust, my dick hitting the deepest part of her.

  “Oh god, Nixx, more,” Farron demanded, slamming up and down on my cock, rocking my world with the vision she made. Taking control of our lovemaking, taking what she needed from me.

  Unable to resist giving in to her, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her down on me hard, and at the same time lifting my hips, meeting her thrust for thrust.

  “Tell me again baby, give me those words while I am buried balls deep inside you. Your pussy choking my cock, your tits bare and pressed to me, your body hungry for me.” Taking her mouth in a brutal kiss, I devoured her lips, as her body bucked and thrashed, her impending release close but not close enough.

  “Tell me,” I groaned, feeling the familiar tingle in my balls signalling my orgasm was barrelling down on me.

  “Nixx, I love you,” Farron screamed, her head falling back on her shoulders, the tight choking around my cock forcing my cum to race out in powerful jets, no doubt coating her unprotected womb with my seed.

  “Farron!” My throat tore with the loud roar, my hands dropping to her bottom, forcing her to grind down on me, her muscles milking every last drop of my release until there was nothing left.

  Falling to my back, I turned and pulled Farron down next to me, our legs still entwined, my spent cock slipping from her pussy with a wet plop.

  “I love you Farron, we are for keeps.” The promise coming from deep in my heart.

  “I can’t believe how fast I fell for you Nixx, but I’m not questioning it anymore. If I can trust you with my son, then I can trust you with my heart too.” She kissed me, holding her lips on mine.

  “But, I think we should move into together before we go playing games with Mother Nature. I want a baby with you, just not everything at once. We talk to Dillion about moving here, then we tackle baby-making, okay?”

  My smile spread across my face, her lips doing the same. Her suggesting we move in together was more progress than I could have hoped for tonight, but I was taking it and locking it in.

  “Fair enough baby, from now on, I pull out but no birth control. I want to be bare in you always, and the contraceptive takes too long to kick in and work out of your system.”

  “And how would you know that?” she asked, pinching my arse.

  “Baby, no need to get all jealous on me, Mallory and Makena were a big part of my teen years, and they weren’t shy about sharing every single thing. I swear I probably know more about cycles and the female body than you do,” I muttered, briefly remembering a conversation with Mal about heavy flow and tampons versus pads.

  Reaching down, I grabbed the doona and pulled it over us, tucking Farron tight to my chest. It was in the back of my mind to go grab a wash cloth and clean Farron up, but I kind of liked the idea of her sleeping with my cum inside her.

  “Everything is going to be great from now on baby, just you wait, I am going to make you happier than you have ever been,” I declared, basking in her hum of approval.

  “You are off to a good start honey, a very good start.”

  ***

  “Hendrixx stop kissing your poor wife and come help with this sprocket,” I yelled at my brother, who was as usual, attacking Blake with his tongue. I loved seeing them together, but I still considered Blake a sister rather than a sister-in-law, so when they got all touchy-feely, the urge to knock Hendrixx’s teeth in reared.

  “You’re just pissed Farron had to go to the restaurant and open up instead of staying here and watch you be all manly and shit,” Hendrixx tossed back at me, joining Dillion and me in the shed.

  Grumbling a slew of obscenities, aware that Dillion was close, I stepped aside to give Hendrixx room at the bike lift.

  “She is two waitresses down and one kitchen hand. I want to get this sprocket done quickly, so Dillion and I can get into Cattle Ridge and give her a hand.” Frustration rolled off me in waves and I knew Hendrixx could feel it too. A week ago, Farron told me she loved me and agreed to move to the Triple H and as thrilled as that made me, we were still yet to move a single suitcase here. First, we talked to Dillion, taking him to Mansfield for a night of dinner and a movie, asking him if it was okay if he and his mum moved to the farm. His reaction was as predictable as we thought, high-fiving me and grumbling at his mum that she took her time. After that, I was in moving mode, that was until Onyxx got a bad cold, and Daxx broke his arm climbing a tree. That left Mack housebound and me over at Waterford Views for four days working that farm all day, then dragging my arse back to the HHH, finishing my duties here, then falling into bed an exhausted and alone heap.

  Farron and I managed to steal an hour here and there the first few days, but that did not suit me, so yesterday I hauled arse into town, packed a night bag for her and Dillion then brought them out here. Dillion picked his room at my place, and one at the main house at Mum’s insistence, then sat down with his new grandma and picked out bedroom furniture online. It was a start, and it settled my nerves that it was really happening. Soon, Farron would be spending every meal, mornings and nights with me.

  Finally.

  “So why don’t you just get it done yourself? You have been taking motorbikes apart since you were twelve. Why do you need me?” Hendrixx enquired, taking the spanner off me with a huff.

  “Because he is so worked up about Mum not moving anything other than an overnight bag here, I think it is making him a bit cray-cray,” Dillion laughed, poking me in the ribs with an elbow.

  “Watch it kid, or I will leave this slow as shit sprocket on, and you won’t be able to go over fifty,” I warned, glaring at him.

  “You wouldn’t!” Dillion demanded wide-eyed. “Yeah, you would,” he huffed, answering his own question.

  “Don’t worry, Dill,” Hendrixx soothed, “it isn’t how fast you go but how you handle the corners. Trust me, Nixx, Lenoxx and I spent a lot of time in the emergency department from stupid bike accidents. It is best to go slow first and learn how to be a rider; once you get the hang of it, we will up the power.”

  “But we are changing this sprocket now, right?” Dillion asked anxiously, not that I blamed the poor kid, the bike was too slow, but the right size for him in all other departments.

  “Hey Nixx, pass me that—” The sound of a car coming up the farm driveway had Hendrixx and I looking over our shoulders, and the ute and the person it belonged had both of us tense up.

  “What the flying fuck is that prick doing here?” I growled, throwing the sprocket on the table.

  “I don’t know, but he better have a good reason for trespassing again. A better reason than the last time.” Hendrixx didn’t wait to see if I was following him, because he knew I would be.

  “Dillion stay behind me, mate, here.” Taking my phone out of my back pocket, I handed it to him.

  “If shit gets real ring Noxx, then call Marty, he is the local copper. Tell them Dusty is at the Triple H and Hendrixx is about to kill him.”

  “Kill?” Dillion worrie
dly stuttered.

  “Well, maybe maim, but whatever he does, it will not be good for Dusty,” I answered, pointing to a spot and looking at Dillion.

  “Don’t move from here, okay mate? You are about to see your first proper fistfight and I don’t want you in the firing—” I didn’t get to finish giving Dillion a heads up because an almighty crack broke through Drixx’s growling, signalling my triplet just broke Dusty’s nose already.

  “Shit,” I muttered, taking off at a sprint to stop my brother from spending the night in the lock-up.

  “Make the calls, Dillion,” I shouted, adrenaline pumping in my veins, the feeling so fucking good. If there was one thing the Hott brothers were known for other than cattle and horses, it was our fighting skills. We excelled at boxing, our dad demanded we know how to protect ourselves and our mother, and in our youth we never missed an opportunity to hone our skills.

  “Fuck Hendrixx, you broke my fucking nose!” Dusty accused, unnecessarily stating the bloody obvious.

  “You get that from the cracking sound your bones made or the blood gushing out of your nose, Dustyn?” I drawled, coming up to the two men and standing in between them. As much as I wanted to see Drixx rip our childhood friend’s head off, I was acutely aware that Hendrixx could do more damage than a broken nose, and Dusty wasn’t worth the trouble.

  Although Hendrixx might not agree.

  “You have some balls showing your face around here after the shit you pulled.” Hendrixx rounded me to face Dusty again. “You brought criminals to the Triple H, tried to kill my wife’s horses and your mate fucking shot me!” Hendrixx bellowed angrily.

  “He wasn’t my mate. I was desperate for money, I made a bad decision, that’s all,” Dusty pleaded, holding his hands to his face, blood dripping out from between his fingers. Behind me, I could hear Dillion giving someone, Noxx most likely, a running commentary of the unfolding drama. No doubt, Noxx was on his mobile and on his way over here to join in the fun and games. After Dusty admitted to his part in the attempted horse decimation, he went to court and received a suspended sentence, all thanks to the kindness of Blake. She heard that Dusty’s parents were doing it tough due to the drought over the last couple of years that had hit country Australia. If it had not been for her thinking of his parents and the shame of their son going to prison, Dusty would not have gotten off so lightly. Lucky for him, though, he’d kept a low profile until today, knowing that if Drixx saw him in town, he would have suffered more than a broken nose by now.