Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers Book 3)

by Leah Sharelle

  “Your ex might have been a douche canoe Farron, but trust me, the Hotties are not. Makena and I should know, and I am sure so do you. Out of the three of them, Fenixx is the most sensitive and attuned to other people’s feelings. Isn’t that right, Mack?”

  Makena nodded her head, enthusiastically. “Absolutely. Noxx and Hendrixx have a tendency to be rather daft at times. It isn’t uncommon for my dear husband and hers,” she drawled, thumbing her hand at Blake, “to speak without thinking first.”

  Blake joined in the nodding, agreeing with her sister-in-law, “Oh, if that isn’t the truth, Hendrixx is of the belief throwing me over his shoulder, smacking me on the arse then making hot passionate love to me for hours is going to stop me from misbehaving.”

  “Doesn’t it?” I asked, taking a sip of the drink I didn’t even see the waitress deliver.

  “Oh, it distracts me for a while, no doubt about that. I mean … hello … Hendrixx Hott!” she declared, fanning herself.

  “What Blake is trying to say, but very badly,” Makena interjected, rolling her eyes then smiling sassily. “The Hott men are good at keeping up with their women, excellent at assuming control in the bedroom, and brilliant at believing they have control everywhere else. Which they don’t because we know from experience they honour the ground we walk on and can never say no to us.” Picking up her glass, Makena held it up and waited until Blake and I followed suit then clicked our drinks together.

  “To our men, hot cowboys, amazing and perfect lovers.”

  “Amen to that,” Blake agreed.

  I clicked my glass but didn’t voice my agreeance because I had nothing to agree with–yet. A few kisses and some hot, sexy eye contact, sweet touches, and words, but that was about the extent of my knowledge of a Hott man. Not that I was about to admit it to—

  “Farron? Nixx is the same as his brothers surely,” Blake asked, half of her second drink already gone and most likely the reason behind her personal question.

  Ducking my head, I wished for longer hair to hide the blush I knew had to be spreading across my face right then.

  “Um, pardon, what was the question?” I hedged, while I silently prayed for the ground to open up and drag me down.

  “Nixx. You and he have … you know, rolled around in the hay?” Blake asked.

  “Um … nope.”

  “He has shown you heaven with his tongue then?” Makena enquired.

  “Nope, not that either. Actually, I have never experienced heaven by tongue. Period.”

  Shut up, Farron. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

  Blake gawked at me, her mouth so wide it was a wonder she didn’t invite flies to invade her mouth.

  “But, but you were married, right?”

  “Yep,” I affirmed, nodding my head.

  “So, your ex never went down … there?” Makena asked, pointing to her lap.

  “Not that I know of no,” I replied, “and before you ask because I get the feeling you are going to, I haven’t been on top, or missionary nor have I reached an orgasm while having sex. I am however, extremely good at sucking dick as Alec couldn’t get hard enough with a blow job first.” Downing the rest of my cocktail, I slammed the pretty glass down on the table. “Anyone for another?” My hand already up in the air waving frantically at the waitress again.

  Oh god, why did I spew all that out? By the age of thirty-four, wasn’t a woman supposed to have had an orgasm and oral sex? Or at the very least plain old missionary sex. Alec only ever took me from behind, stating it was the only way he could come.

  Judging by the shocked expressions looking back at me, Blake and Makena also thought that to be true.

  “No orgasm?” Blake croaked out, “Ever?”

  “What kind of arsehole were you married to?” Makena shrieked, sounding mad and appalled.

  “A real prick to be honest with you. And not exactly no orgasms, I have given myself a couple, but they were uneventful and rather quick,” I admitted, deciding I might as well go the whole hog now.

  “More alcohol is needed, please Candice,” Makena shouted over her shoulder to the waitress, “lots, lots more.”

  Silently, I agreed. Copious amounts of grog was needed. Thank god Dillion was spending the night at his mate’s place because tonight I am getting pissed.

  “Wait, wait, wait,” I shouted. I had to shout because music from the live band was drowning out our conversation. The band sucked. I much preferred my old, antique jukebox at the pizza restaurant, at least with that you could turn down the volume or skip a song. My shouting had nothing to do with the three vodkas, two beers and one yummy Grasshopper.

  “Wait, what is a tongue swirl?”

  “The tongue swirl is a gift from the gods, Farron,” Blake slurred from her position on the table. Yes, on the table. The newest Mrs Hott was currently lying lengthways on the rectangle table, completely and utterly wasted.

  “It’s more than a gift, it is the ultimate sexual bliss. But the guy has to know how to do it properly, or else you are left in orgasm purgatory,” Makena added, pointing her finger right in my face. About four drinks in, Makena decided she was getting too hot and proceeded to get half of her gear off. Well, her shirt, jeans and boots, leaving her only in a tank and a pair of boy short knickers. “And by the way, I am so drunk, so drunk … just so drunk.”

  “I got that impression when you took off your jeans, Mack,” I giggled, looking down to the floor at the pile of clothes there. Not all were hers; added to it was Blake’s cowboy hat and checked shirt and my t-shirt. Unlike Blake, who was sitting or rather lying on the table in just a short denim skirt and lacey white bra, I wasn’t quite that adventurous, so I still had on my jeans and a tank top.

  “Oh god, I have to get home, I have to work the lunch shift tomorrow,” I groaned, dropping my head to the table with a painful thump.

  “I am just happy I’m not breastfeeding Onyxx anymore because I am so drunk.”

  “You are also very close to being naked, wife of mine,” a deep voice growled from the door. His voice raised so it could be heard over the music.

  “Ahh, it is Hottie 1, the best Hottie of them all,” Makena squealed happily, then as if what Noxx said to her penetrated her alcohol-fogged brain, she narrowed her eyes at him and attempted to look stern, when all she really accomplished was to look stupid.

  “I have far more on than Blake, only my arse is showing not my boobs,” she proclaimed, wobbling to her feet to show her husband her bare legs and barely covered butt.

  “For fuck’s sake, Makena.” Lenoxx leapt over one table, dodged a half-drunk cowboy to get to his wife, shaking off his shirt as he went.

  “Oh, I love it when you get all territorial on me, Noxx. Will you do that tongue swirl thing to me when we get home, cos I really need an orgasm from my god.”

  “I have a god too!” Blake hollered, not to be outdone, “You have no idea how great my god is.”

  “And they never will, Blake Isobel,” Hendrixx grunted, coming up to the table, his hands on his slim hips, his chin dropped to his chest, but I could see a slight shake of his shoulders. His wife might be half-naked and lying on a table, but Hendrixx was seeing the funny side, unlike his brother.

  “Drixx?”

  Hendrixx walked over to his wife, gently prying her off her back and into his arms.

  “Yeah, honey?”

  “I love you.”

  “Love you more, cowgirl,” he replied to his wife sweetly. I sat there watching the two brothers tending lovingly to their inebriated wives feeling like a fifth wheel, uncomfortable looking in, like some weirdo voyeur.

  Instantly, my mind went to Nixx, he’d texted me this morning asking how I slept, and about Dillion. I answered his questions, asked a few, then ended the session when I realised the time and flew out the door, unintentionally leaving my phone on the kitchen bench. It wasn’t until around lunchtime, wondering why he had not replied to me did I figure out I left the house without my phone. I fully intended to duck home
and grab it, but a busload of tourists pulled up and after a few hours of dealing with city people and silently thanking I was no longer one of them, Blake and Makena came in and asked me to join them for dinner and a drink. Phone effectively forgotten about.

  Now, however, I wished that I had gone and gotten it. I missed him and just receiving a text from Nixx, seeing his name pop up on the screen was better than nothing.

  As if thinking about Nixx conjured him up, my nostrils filled with the heady smell of his cologne. A tingle ran down my spine, hairs stood on end and a spark of need travelled to my core.

  Oh for heaven’s sake, get a grip and act like a grown woman and not a hussy, I mentally reprimanded myself, wiggling in my seat trying to ease the ache without calling attention to myself.

  “Thinking sexy thoughts, baby?” a deep familiar voice whispered in my ear, startling me and turning me on at the same time.

  Moving my head quickly to the side, suddenly, Nixx’s sparkling blue eyes were right there, close and dancing with mirth and desire.

  “Nixx,” I breathed, “you’re here!”

  “Yeah baby, did you think I wouldn’t come for you after not hearing from you all day?”

  “You texted me?” I all but squealed, delighted to hear he thought of me today.

  “Enough for you think I am a stalker, yeah,” he answered, putting his hand on my cheek and leaning down to brush his soft lips to the corner of my mouth.

  “I was worried when I didn’t hear back from you all day. It was only the fact that I had to go to Mansfield that I didn’t come looking for you,” he said, his mouth still lingering excruciatingly close to my lips. His warm breath on my skin heated me in all the right places.

  “I left it on the kitchen bench accidentally, I’m sorry,” I apologised in a rush.

  The desire and humour left Nixx’s gaze, replacing them with reproach.

  “I am not angry Farron, you didn’t do anything wrong. Shit happens, I just wanted to hear from you, that’s all. So no apology necessary, okay? I am not him, you aren’t on a leash or under my control.”

  Quicker than I could blink, Nixx had me off the chair, in his arms, then down on his lap and him in my vacated seat. The fast move knocking the air out of my lungs for a second or two.

  “Just promise me when you read the texts you won’t run like buggery to get away from me,” he joked, “I might have gotten a little … nuts when you didn’t answer after the sixth message.”

  As Nixx spoke, his arms snaked around my back, his hands lacing at the base of my waist. During the drinking session, I only took off my tee leaving my tank on; it was flimsy and was more of a camisole than a tank top, but right then, sitting astride Nixx, my jeans did nothing to stop the penetration of heat coming from his hardening crotch. Feeling myself dampen in the place I thought once dead, I did my best to focus on the light mood Nixx’s confession brought.

  “Six messages?”

  “Well no, it was actually ten, it was after the sixth I started to panic,” he admitted, giving me that sexy smirk I was becoming addicted to quickly.

  “Why on earth would you panic?” I asked, tuning out the conversations going on around us, giving Nixx my full attention.

  “I thought maybe you were tired of waiting for me to finish my work over at Waterford. This week I have been very absent as far as dinner at the restaurant is concerned, and we haven’t been able to spend any real time together.”

  Smiling gently at him, I raised my arms and wound them around his neck, clasping the nape of his neck.

  “You have been busy, and I get that. And you spent time with Dillion when he sprained his ankle, kept him from getting bored, which helped me out,” I pointed out, needing to see him smile again.

  “I guess, but you weren’t there.”

  “That is the hard part about being a business owner and a single mum. Sometimes I wish I could be in two places at once, but it would be so much harder if Dillion was younger. As much as I hate him growing up so quickly, there is no way I could have done this with a toddler or primary school aged child.”

  “Yeah, you would have, baby. There is no doubt in my mind you can do anything you choose to do. And just so you know, spending time with Dillion is my pleasure, that kid is a testament to you, you know that, right?”

  My fingers gently combed through Nixx’s soft hair at the nape of his neck, the vodka I consumed giving a nice buzz and the courage to do what I planned next.

  Running my tongue across my bottom lip, tasting the remnants of the last fruity concoction I drank. I shimmied forward on his lap, gasping when my mound was sitting flush on top of his bulging hard-on.

  “I have one thing I choose to do,” I whispered, while enjoying watching the tic in Nixx’s jaw, his throat bobbing up and down and the way his mouth gaped open, panting.

  “Oh, yeah? And what might that be?” Nixx rasped, lifting his hips just enough to push himself right where I craved.

  “I want to kiss you. Properly. An open mouth, wet, hot-tongue kiss.” The last word was barely out of my mouth before I was lifted in strong arms, my legs automatically found purchase around his waist hanging on.

  “Nixx, for heaven’s sake put me down, I’m too heavy!” I shrieked, then giggled when Blake and Makena whooped and hollered at us, their drunken shouts of ‘go for it’ and ‘you go get it, girl’. However, it was Blake’s excited shouted demand to save a horse and ride a cowboy that had my face heating up more than Nixx carrying me out of the pub past the throes of onlookers, many of them who came into my restaurant.

  Ducking my face into Nixx’s throat, I breathed in his scent, secretly loving the open display of affection, a feeling I was definitely not used to at all.

  Nixx kicked the door open with his booted foot, striding down the footpath, past three shop fronts and my pizzeria and kept going until he reached where he’d parked his ute. He stopped at the front of the bonnet and plopped me down on the edge and helped me put my feet on the bull bar, then made room between my legs for him and forced his large body into me—crowding me.

  “Legs around me again,” he demanded, in a low growl.

  “Nixx, what on earth is wrong with you,” I asked, but did as he asked and wound my legs back around his slim waist. “You are acting a little—” Lips, warm and soft, swallowed what I was about to say, the swift move knocking me off balance briefly, but my confusion didn’t last long. This was my proper kiss; Nixx heard what I’d asked for and by god was he giving it to me.

  Moaning, I opened my mouth wider and followed Nixx’s lead and nipped and sucked at his lips, meeting his tongue touch for touch, lick for lick and swipe for swipe. His arms tightened around me, his hands splayed flat on my back, holding me close to his chest. My own hands gripped at his shoulders, needing and digging my nails into his flesh as the kiss grew in passion and heat.

  The bonnet height meant I was at the right level for Nixx to grind his crotch into my perfectly positioned core. And grind he did. With my legs around his middle and my one foot hooked over the other, I used it to my advantage, pulling him in deeper and tighter against me.

  “Fuck baby, even through your jeans, I can feel your heat,” Nixx groaned, his teeth nipping at my lip.

  “Mmmmm.” My only answer, not willing to lift my mouth from his for even a second. Kissing always appealed to me; watching movies, I always loved the scenes where the couples kissed. Something about the sounds they made, and the different levels of intensity the kiss took appealed to me—more than having sex.

  Refusing to allow my past to invade this amazing moment, I pushed aside my fears of what I could do wrong. Instead, I focused on the fact that I was experiencing my first real passionate kiss with a man who had shown me that he found me not only interesting but attractive. I mean, a man just didn’t get as hard as Nixx was right now from just a lust-filled suggestion of his tongue in my mouth. Right? Alec took forever to get hard, what if Nixx needed the same attention to be ready to go? A hard dick folded in j
eans felt that way because of the restricted area. Once naked, would he be okay to go, or …

  “Jesus Christ, I have never been so hard in my fucking life and we are just kissing,” Nixx growled into my mouth, licking the inside of my mouth.

  Question answered I decided happily.

  My belly somersaulted at the meaning behind Nixx’s heated words, the honesty in what he was telling me catapulting my desire to a new level.

  “Closer Nixx, can you get closer to me?” I pleaded, my bottom shimmying on the smooth bonnet.

  “Fuck yes,” Nixx moaned, pulling me down until my butt was no longer on the car, only my legs and Nixx’s hold on me keeping me from falling to the ground.

  “Grind on me Farron, grind that sweet pussy on my hard dick, take what you need from me.”

  Like a wanton hussy, I did what my body craved, undulating my hips over and over moaning every time the button fly of his jeans dragged along my seam.

  “Damn, this is not the place to be doing this,” Nixx moaned but didn’t make a move to stop, thank god because I was so close to something. What I didn’t know, just that something big was building deep in my belly.

  Ripping my mouth away, I dragged in a lungful of crisp cold air. “Don’t you dare stop Nixx,” I ordered, grabbing a fistful of his shirt anchoring myself to him.

  “A wild brumby couldn’t drag me away, Farron,” Nixx assured me breathily, shuffling his feet further forward, moving his hands to my butt cheeks, his fingers digging into the denim helping me ride him.

  “Nixx, honey,” moaning loudly, I pressed forward chasing …. my first ever orgasm.

  Our mouths smashed together, teeth clashed, lips bruised, but nothing stopped us from our goal.

  “Fuck Farron, I never want this to stop. You grinding your pussy on me is the hottest thing I have ever experienced.”

  My core clenched, hearing his gravelly voice, the erotic laced plea to keep going, the declaration I was turning him on.