Hott and Handled (The Hott Brothers Book 3)

by Leah Sharelle

  The front door to the restaurant slammed closed suddenly, lifting my eyes, I saw my brothers standing there, both of them looking pissed off.

  “Hey, it’s Uncle Drixx and Uncle Noxx,” Dillion sprouted, emphasising uncle so much Farron let out a giggle.

  “Uncles? You don’t have any uncles,” Alec argued, whipping his head around to look at the men at the door, then quickly back at me, his eyes comically wide.

  “Triplets,” I supplied helpfully, enjoying myself far too much.

  “Lenoxx Hott,” Noxx said, coming in to create a circle around Alec, Drixx doing the same.

  “Don’t believe I have ever been described as a hick before, rich and successful, yes.”

  Hendrixx snickered, not looking at Alec, but at Dillion.

  “Hey dude, I got that sprocket changed over, so tomorrow morning after your chores, we can start on the carbies,” he said, reaching out his hand for a high-five.

  “Brilliant,” Dillion crowed, then glanced at his father, “I have got uncles Dad and cousins, and two aunties, and a grandma who loves to cook biscuits. And Nixx gave me my own motorbike and a job! Isn’t that cool?” I smiled over at Dillion, his enthusiasm apparent being part of a loving family. I swore there and then that I would do everything in my power to make sure nothing stole his happiness ever again.

  Alec stared at his son, his mouth twisting in an ugly scowl. I decided to give him five seconds to stop looking at his son like that before I smacked the scowl off his fancy face.

  “Well Farron, it seems you do know what you are doing after all. Hitching yourself to money, very clever of you,” he sneered, his narrowed eyes now on my woman.

  “Watch it mate, I don’t really want you talking to her, but if you must, you do so with respect,” I warned, then backed off when Farron’s hands covered mine.

  “It’s okay honey, I’ve got this,” she whispered softly, looking back at me. I saw no fear, nothing in her beautiful, brown eyes that resembled her past taking her back to that bad place. No, she looked calm and happy.

  “I’m here if you need me, baby,” I assured her, then let go of her standing at her back, but giving her the space to confront the douche.

  “Alec, what do you want? I haven’t heard from you since our divorce. Dillion hasn’t heard from you in a long time. Too long for a father to go without speaking to his own child,” Farron accused heatedly.

  Fuck she is beautiful. Unable to help the random thought from popping in my head, or the chuckle that escaped my lips.

  Noxx and Hendrixx joined me with a laugh of their own, earning a glare from the douche and an eye roll from my girlfriend.

  I really have to propose, fiancée sounded better than girlfriend, but then wife was the main goal.

  “How the hell was I supposed to know this is where you live?” Alec demanded, not addressing the fact that he neglected his son.

  “Oh, I don’t know dickhead, from the address on the back of the letters Dillion sent you, or on the divorce papers my solicitor lodged,” Farron screeched, throwing her hands in the air in frustration.

  “Dramatics Farron, really? You always were good at making more of something than needed.”

  “My god, you are such a dick, Alec. I can’t believe I wasted so many years begging you to love me.”

  Alec spat out a laugh, his expression one of distaste as if she insulted him by mentioning love. Loving Farron was the greatest gift I have ever been granted. This dickhead had better watch where he is taking this or else another Hott brother will be delivering an arse-kicking today.

  “Love? Are you serious? I never fucking loved you Farron, I barely tolerated your frigid, fat arse, you make me—”

  “That’s it!” I bellowed, cutting off whatever foul insult Alec was about to spit at Farron. Not fucking likely, and not in front of her son.

  Moving Farron to the side, I signalled for Noxx to take her and to get her away from Alec.

  “Nixx no,” she spluttered, pulling against Noxx.

  “Baby, he doesn’t talk that way to you ever. Dillion is here and that is unacceptable.” Leaning into her, I pressed my forehead to hers. “This is why I was given a second chance in life, Farron. To be with you, to protect you and Dillion. You have people on your side now baby, I love you, so please let me do this.”

  “I love you too honey, just don’t hurt yourself, okay? And leave something for me, I still have to hit him with my news.” Farron gave me a pointed look then kissed me chastely before letting Noxx lead her to the side, positioning her between him and Drixx. Dillion had moved and was now standing next to Drixx, his fists were clenched at his side as if ready to handle his dad if needed. Hopefully he will never find himself in such a position, but meeting the douche and hearing his indifference towards his own child, I had a feeling this was going to be the last time he saw his sperm donor in person for a long time.

  “First of all,” I started, getting up in Alec’s face, “I have to thank you for not knowing what you had because otherwise, I might not have met this beautiful, kind and wonderful woman. Wouldn’t have had the pleasure of knowing her and being loved by her or loving her.”

  “Listen up, because I realise you are incapable of human emotions, and as I understand from what Farron has told me, pleasing a woman sexually or otherwise, I think you should leave, now!” Grabbing him by his tailored suit, I held him by the lapels and dragged him closer, not wanting Dillion to hear me.

  “Get your yuppie arse out of my fucking town. Never speak to my woman ever again, not for any reason, and if you want to speak to Dillion, and if he agrees to it, you will ask me in writing. Send it to HBC corporate offices in Melbourne, I am sure your solicitor will be able to find the address.” Releasing the prick with a hard shove backwards, I quickly looked over to see Dillion shaking his head as he glared at his dad.

  “You good with this, mate?” I asked Dillion. “You still see him, but on your terms, and he never comes to the Triple H.” Receiving a nod from the teen, I turned back to the douche, whose face was turkey red, looking about ready to blow a gasket. “Now, fuck off!”

  “Now wait just a minute here. You can’t tell me where I can and can’t go, you don’t own everything in this town surely.” The twat argued, this time, he stood up into my personal space.

  The guy has some balls, I had to give him that.

  “Interesting, you took offence to everything except what I said about your son. Do you even care about Dillion? Wonder how he is doing in school? Do you miss him? Anything at all that doesn’t have anything to do with you?”

  Alec stared back at me, his finger poking me in the chest, right where my scar was.

  Real fucking balls, or just plain fucking stupid.

  “I’m on my way to NSW and stopped here when I saw the wood-fired pizza sign. I had no idea Farron would be dining here.”

  Again, no mention of Dillion, this guy was really starting to piss me off. Time to take the trash out, I was about done with this idiot. My time was much better spent packing Farron and Dillion’s old place up and getting them officially moved to the Triple H.

  “Baby, you want to finish this so we can get you and the kid packed up?” Batting Alec’s finger away, I moved two steps to my right and grabbed hold of Farron’s hand.

  “Get rid of this guy once and for all, baby,” I whispered in her ear, pulling her lobe between my teeth, smiling at her low moan, her body trembling.

  “Play nice, mister. I think Dillion has seen enough bloodshed for the day.” Kissing me, she turned her attention to Alec, her hand still in mine, tightly holding onto me. Squeezing her fingers, I gave her some of my strength, not that she needed it. Since this whole confrontation started, Farron had not lost an ounce of her newfound confidence, making me so proud of how far she had come.

  “Alec, I am astounded that you can even stand here and hold your head up. Dillion is right there, and you have barely acknowledged him except to reprimand him. I didn’t make him on my own, but I certai
nly raised him by myself without any help from you or a single member of your family.”

  “I agree with Nixx, if you want to see Dillion in the future, you go through our solicitor. I have full court-appointed custody, so I make the rules. Now, as this is my restaurant, I am requesting you to leave without making a purchase. There is nothing for you here Alec, I have a better life with a better man and a better family. Please get off my property.” Farron stood tall, her voice strong, letting my hand go to wrap an arm around my waist and held out the other one for Dillion, who made his way cautiously past his father without looking at him.

  “If you want, Dillion can walk you to your car, but only if he wants to.” Farron glanced at her son, both of them so strong and I couldn’t be prouder. Standing up to Alec was Farron’s last tick on her ‘fuck it’ list, burying that part of her life, so there was nothing standing between our happiness together as a family of three.

  Now it was time to move forward and make some babies.

  And a wedding.

  FARRON

  “My god Nixx, your tongue should be registered as a lethal weapon,” I moaned, as I wantonly pushed my bottom into his face, his tongue reaching a new depth it had not been before. Dropping my head, I writhed and moaned as Nixx continued his assault on my weeping pussy. I couldn’t even find it in me to be embarrassed about how wet I was, or how hard I was smashing myself into his mouth.

  I was consumed with Nixx, his touch and scent overloading my brain so deeply all I cared about was getting as close as possible, plus I really did love the fact Nixx enjoyed himself so much giving me oral sex. His attention to detail was remarkable, his skills utter perfection.

  “Fucking love seeing you up on your knees baby, all spread out for me, showing me this pretty soaked pussy.” His dirty words plus his tongue and fingers pushing inside me added up to one big building orgasm, which threatened to be the biggest one in history.

  “Nixx, I need you inside me. I want to come on your cock, and I want your cum inside me. I want to start a family with you.” The words tumbled out of my mouth, and surprisingly I meant every word. Two days ago, I said good-bye to the last remaining thread of my tortured past. Watching Alec storm out of my restaurant, not once looking back or taking up the offer for Dillion to walk out with him, he left and was gone. Gone for good, taking all the bad memories and haunting dreams with him.

  I was free, free to live a life with Nixx on the Triple H. Dillion had three amazing role models, cousins and aunts and a grandmother who treated him like her own. Finally, my son and I have something special, the love we always craved and the life we deserved.

  Nixx pulled his fingers out of me slowly, his tongue tracing the length of my wet slit before I lost his contact briefly only for him to blanket himself over my back.

  “You okay on your knees baby, I know this position isn’t your fav—”

  Quickly, pushing off the bed, I sat up until my butt was sitting in his lap.

  “This is perfect, honey,” I whispered, reaching my arm back to wind it around his neck, pulling his face closer.

  “I never thought this way would ever be good for me, but now I see it isn’t the position, it is the man with me that makes it okay. You, Nixx, it is you who is perfect. I love you so much.” Tears burned the backs of my eyes, but they were happy tears, tears of relief that I had finally come full circle. It might have taken me fourteen years and three months to get here, but I did it, I found a man who could handle me perfectly.

  Circling my waist with one arm, Nixx kissed me with such softness, such care, I didn’t notice that his cock was right at my entrance until the head entered me slowly and completely, not stopping until he was fully seated inside me. I could feel his cock throbbing, my muscles contracting around his thick shaft.

  “So full, so beautifully full,” I moaned, licking his bottom lip, then sucking it between my lips, before letting it slide out slowly.

  “You are beautiful Farron, and all mine,” Nixx proclaimed, surging his hips up, at the same time holding me down on his lap. “I will always put you first baby, there is nothing more important to me than your happiness, your safety.” Nixx’s mouth trailed along my jaw, down my neck, taking his time at the soft spot behind my ear, licking that incredibly tender spot that he knew I loved.

  “You know me so well, how is that?” I mumbled, angling my head to give his mouth better access.

  “Because you were meant to be mine, baby and I am yours. Forever.” His mouth never left my neck, but his hand grabbed hold of mine, and I felt a cool metal slipping down my ring finger.

  “Nixx.” My surprise doubled when I looked down and saw a white gold band with a single but very large square cut aquamarine. The pretty light blue stone surrounded by tiny white diamonds, creating the perfect halo around the prettiest stone I had ever seen.

  “I can’t think of a more perfect way to do this, Farron. Marry me, make a life with me, let’s give Dillion some brothers and sisters to protect and to show them how to grow into a remarkable human being. Just like he is.”

  Clenching my inner muscles around his shaft, I ground down on his lap, knowing his trigger points, enjoying his deep growls.

  “If you think I am going to say no, you are out of luck, mister. The ring is on my finger and it is staying there,” I mock growled at him, but my smile gave me away.

  “Good, now come for me my love, so that I can shoot my baby into you.”

  Of course I had to comply, what good woman wouldn’t. Moving our hands to my nipple, I showed Nixx what I wanted, and less than twenty seconds later, I did exactly what he wanted, then he did. His loud roar of release music to my ears. Falling to a sated heap on the bed, legs and arms tangled, his cock still resting inside me, I closed my eyes and sighed happily.

  Maybe after we had a shower and Nixx lets me blow him, I just might tell him it’s not the right time of the month for me to fall pregnant, or maybe he will just have to keep on trying. Mother nature has a way of creating miracles every single day. Why not one for us?

  ***

  “The house is so quiet without Daxx and Onyxx,” Makena whined, looking around the large family room, pouting.

  “Oh my god Mack, all week you have done nothing but complain about being cooped up with two sick kids, now you want them back,” her sister, Mallory, grumbled, taking a sip of her iced tea, rolling her eyes at her sister over the rim of the frosty glass.

  “I am allowed to miss my children Mal, and it is quiet. Onyxx has well and truly found her squeal, much to her father’s delight.”

  “Only a Hott man would be happy his kid squeals like a banshee,” Mallory scoffed, turning her gaze onto Blake.

  “What about you Blake, any kids in your future with Hottie 2?”

  “Nope, not for a few years yet. I’m not ready to share him just yet with morning feeds and dirty nappies,” Blake replied breezily, but I still caught the edge in her tone. I got the feeling Blake didn’t like her husband being referred to as Hottie 2, at least not by Mallory.

  Familiar with the two women’s uneasy relationship, I decided to stay quiet and not get involved. Blake had fast become a very good friend, hers and Hendrixx’s house was not far from Nixx and me. She was also giving both Dillion and myself riding lessons during her quiet times on the farm, my shifts at the restaurant and Dillion’s homework. At first, Nixx wanted to be the one to teach us, but Blake insisted she did it, to save Nixx from fretting and overreacting every time my arse hit the ground. Seems I was better sitting on a horse either on the back or in front of Nixx with his arms securely around me. However, I had faith that Blake would turn me into a horsewoman soon … a year tops.

  Looking at the boxes sitting on the floor around us, I flicked through one of the boxes that held old birthday cards and ratty old recipes ripped out of magazines many years ago.

  “Did your parents ever throw out anything, Mack?” I asked, laughing when I found an old copy of a Woman’s Weekly magazine with a very young Queen Eliz
abeth II on the cover.

  Nothing changes, I guess.

  “God, I wish they did!” Mack huffed, slapping the side of the box she was currently going through. “It might make it easier to find the smoking gun to the dispute between Will and my dad. But, I am starting to think it is a lost cause and we will never know.”

  “Maybe that is best Mack, Dad wasn’t exactly the sharing kind. He barely told Mum anything, why would he let us in on the reason why he let this feud destroy him.”

  I only half-listened to the sister go back and forth about their father, thumbing my way through the old magazine, getting a kick out of seeing the old-fashioned advertisements for laundry powder and the power of aspirin.

  I had to admit, this was a nice way to spend the end of the weekend, relaxing with my soon-to-be two sisters-in-law. Nixx had dropped me off at Waterford Views a few hours earlier, kissed me silly, kissed my ring finger, then hopped back in the car with his brothers and Dillion. They had plans to head to a friend’s property to use his shooting range, get Dillion used to the sound of a gun firing and teach him about gun safety. Yes, he had just joined the local gun club, but I had a sense of duty to make sure he was learning the right way, the same way my brothers and I learned.

  Nixx suggested I think about letting Dillion get a gun of his own, and I promised Nixx and Dillion I would think about it. However, I wasn’t comfortable letting Dillion use a gun until a decision was made. My man agreed wholeheartedly that no way was he letting Dillion handle a gun without a legal licence, which suppressed any worries I had of my son turning into a Rambo overnight.

  I was yet to tell the girls about my new jewellery, when I walked into the house, I turned the ring around, so the stone was under my finger, making it seem like it was just a band I was wearing. It was not like I was hesitant or thinking it over because I was all in with Nixx. It was more because we were yet to tell Dillion. Nixx admitted he wanted to ask Dillion for permission to marry me, but the heat of our lovemaking, and what Nixx termed his sexual fog, meant he’d jumped the gun.