Hott and Ready (The Hott Brothers Book 2)

by Leah Sharelle

  Leaning in, I rested my forehead on hers. “I know, sweetheart. You throw your all at everything you do, and I am so fucking proud of you Blake, so fucking proud,” I whispered roughly, emotions aplenty rolling through me.

  Blake sighed, her warm breath hitting my face. “I can’t believe this is happening. You and me, everything you said at the house, all of it.”

  “Believe it sweetheart, it is happening, and I meant every single word. Now, I want to kiss you again Blake, I need to so badly, baby.” I was at the point of begging, but I couldn’t have cared less, my body was running on the two small tastes of Blake I’d had, and that wasn’t nearly enough.

  “Yes, Hendrixx, I need that too,” Blake breathed into my mouth just before she closed the fraction of space between us, her lips immediately opening giving me exactly what I craved.

  Keeping my hands planted on her face, I moved her head to the side to give me more access, kissing her rougher than I intended, but the potency of my attraction to her was taking over, and I was powerless to calm down.

  The last thing I wanted to do was scare Blake, go too fast too soon, but when her moans hit my ears, I deepened the kiss even more, thrilling in her reaction to me.

  Acting like a starved animal, I moved my mouth desperately, sipping, nipping and devouring her, taking what she was offering and more.

  A low, pained groan echoed in the cab of the ute and it took a second or two to realise it came from me. My dick twitched in my jeans, Blake’s core sitting right over my bulge, making him happy as fuck. Dropping one hand from her face to the small of her back, I pulled her closer and down harder on my crotch, thrusting my hips against her, unable to stop myself.

  Blake hissed into my mouth, but didn’t pull back. Instead, she ground her hips down as I pushed up, the rhythm as blissful as it was painful.

  “Blake fuck this is really happening,” I groaned into her mouth, revelling in the enormity of the moment, not giving a crap if I was giving her too much information. I was done with hiding my feelings. Blake was either going to like it or get overwhelmed from it, either way, I would help her cope with the change I was going to make in her life.

  “The fact that we are making out like randy teenagers in your ute, or that if you keep grinding your dick into me? And am I going to have to go back and change my panties?” Blake asked breathily, her hands now on my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh using them as leverage to push down harder. I welcomed the sting of pain, loving it because Blake was so lost in what she was doing with not an ounce of shyness despite being a virgin, and this being her first time to do this in a car or anywhere.

  A sense of manly pride unabashedly passed through me, if I thought it appropriate I would be beating my chest and roaring like the man of the jungle. Knowing it was me beneath her, my tongue in her mouth, and my dick giving her pleasure even if our jeans separated us.

  “Oh, you will be changing them baby, trust me,” I promised with a deep grunt when her hips gyrated back and forth over my zipper. I was in real danger of coming in my jeans, but I gritted my teeth against the heavenly pain my dick was happily enduring.

  “Find it Blake, do whatever you need to do to come for me, baby,” I urged her at the same time my hands slipped under her work shirt and found her plump breasts encased in lace. The discovery was not surprising, Blake might wear dusty jeans and boots every day, but her washing line behind her house displayed sexy lingerie on wash day. Many lustful thoughts raced through my mind whenever I passed by, seeing my cowgirl liked to indulge in girlie panties and bras. They were just more spank bank material for my evening shower, and now I was going to be able to see them on her anytime I wanted.

  Stroking my thumbs over the lacy material, her nipples already hard and straining against the material. Damn, I wanted to lift up her shirt and take her nipples in my mouth and suck on the tight peaks until she was screaming my name.

  “Drixx.” My name left Blake’s lips on a loud moan, her hips bucked on my rock hard crotch like a professional bull rider. And then my mind diverted to a month ago, when I came back from Waterford and caught Blake on the back of an angry bucking bull, my own brother standing on the fence slats of the arena ring yahooing and yelling out encouragement to her. That day Fenixx rediscovered how my fist felt in his face.

  “Oh god, oh god, oh Hendrixx,” Blake screamed in my ear, bringing my focus back to my girl.

  “That’s it baby, grind that pussy down on me, let that cream soak your panties,” I demanded, holding her down harder and firmer on me, her face fell into my neck, her teeth sinking into the tendon on my shoulder muffling her scream, her orgasm hitting her so hard she probably didn’t even compute that she was biting me. Not that I gave a shit, she could do whatever she wanted to me, and I would still be turned on. The pain also helped me not come in my jeans like a teenage boy, but fuck it was a close call. The throbbing muscle was not happy, he missed out on coming, but there was plenty of time for his turn, over and over and over again.

  What was more important was Blake got to, and I got to witness her first orgasm delivered by me. The way fate intended.

  “Hendrixx, I bit you,” Blake moaned into my neck, her mouth open over the area where her mark would be, hopefully for days.

  “You did indeed, sweetheart,” I agreed, cuddling her lax body against my chest. My dick was still hard, and even after being bitten, he was more than willing to blow.

  “I came too,” she said unnecessarily, I was well aware of that fact, the smell of her arousal filled the small space of the cab filling my nostrils to the point of temptation.

  “Yep, that you did, and it was the most spectacular thing I have ever had the pleasure of being a part of,” I told her honestly, my hands lazily running through her long, thick hair.

  Blake pushed back on my chest until her face was level with mine, her plump bottom lips swollen even more from my kisses.

  “But, you didn’t.” Her voice, soft and unsure.

  “I don’t care baby, you just gave me pleasure seeing you fall apart,” I whispered, nipping at her lips, “and you will be giving me something else before we go back and help Eddy.” I deepened the kiss, not quite savagely but pretty bloody close to it. We sat there kissing and exploring this new beginning, neither of us in a hurry to get moving.

  “Mmmm,” Blake mumbled lazily. Fuck her sexy noises were going to do me in before I even got inside her. Her hands moved over and up my arms, her fingertips tickling a path as they travelled over my skin. I was happy as fuck Blake was a toucher, having her hands on me was a dream come true.

  “What do you mean giving you? What do you want?” she asked, leaning in for another kiss.

  “I want those cream-soaked panties, so that I can carry them around in my pocket. When shit goes sideways, or I am having a bad day, I want to be able to bring them to my nose and smell you … what I made you do,” I told her, my face so close to hers I could see the haze of arousal flitter across her hazel eyes.

  “Oh, my word,” she replied breathily, but I was happy to see she didn’t disagree.

  Very fucking happy.

  BLAKE

  “Blakey Izzie, get that little, white face away from his mama, put him in the nursery pen,” Fenixx shouted out to me from the other side of the holding pen.

  Giving him the thumbs up and a roll of my eyes at the stupid nickname he gave me when I was five, I urged Princess into a trot and moved over to the mother and her calf, grabbing the rope off the saddle pommel getting ready to lasso the little fella just in case he gave me a hard time.

  Drenching time on the Triple H meant a week of being on horseback from sun up to sundown. It was hot and sweaty work and there was nothing pretty or feminine about it. Usually, drenching didn’t bother me, smelling like cattle was a part of living on a working cattle farm, and I was used to it. This time, however, was different, now Hendrixx and I were officially together, I kind of wanted him to see me in a different light, or at least without cow shit
on my boots and dust all over my jeans.

  To be honest, he hadn’t seen much of me for the week, with both of us working on separate areas on the property, neither of us getting over to see the other for more than a quick lunch break and a covert make-out session in his ute that didn’t last long enough for my liking.

  Oh, he gave me pleasure, made me come with his hands on my breasts while he rocked his denim-covered bulge into me, but we were yet to get to the clothes off stage, and Hendrixx had yet to let me return the orgasms he’d bestowed on me.

  He said we had to take it slow, and I called bullshit. And yet here I was two hours later after my umpteenth orgasm, and Hendrixx still walked back to his horse bowlegged.

  What did a girl have to do to get her man to let her touch his dick?

  My frustration was building with the whole go slow rule, not that I wasn’t enjoying Hendrixx coming up with new and exciting ways to bring me to climax, but it was far too one-sided. All I got to do was kiss him, rub myself all over his hard crotch and just lately I had taken to unbuttoning his shirt as well as mine and experiencing some skin to skin contact.

  Of course, Hendrixx wouldn’t let me take off my shirt completely or take off my bra, his mouth always took my nipples through the lace of my undergarment, not that it wasn’t hot, I wanted more yet again.

  I was ready to do more with Hottie 2.

  For someone who got to orgasm at least twice a day for the past seven days, I resembled a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

  Moving Princess in between the Hereford, I pushed the calf on the other side of the horse with practised skill, not needing to use anything other than my mount and my wits. Keeping my knees pressed tight on either side of Princess, giving her silent commands just with pressure from my knees. I broke and trained Princess myself, her stockbreeding the best of the best. She was the first horse I broke, using a gentler technique I had come up with myself when I was just thirteen, with some help from my dad and Fenixx.

  I didn’t believe in spurs, whips or any kind of physical hitting of a horse to get them to follow commands. Instead, I used my legs and hands and verbal commands. Thankfully, the Hott brothers all agreed with me, and all the stock horses on the Triple H were broken that way.

  Signalling to Joe to close the gate to the pen, I cantered off to get my next calf. And so it went for the next two hours until three hundred calves were bawling in the nursery pen, while their mothers pranced nervously on the other side of the fence.

  “Blake Isobel, where is your hat?” The beloved and annoying bellow of my hot boyfriend echoed over the noise of the full pen of cattle.

  “How about up your arse?” I mumbled but still reached down and pulled out the baseball cap from under the side flap of the stock saddle where I tucked it after I’d lost it off my head for the fifth time earlier.

  “What was that, sweetheart?” Hendrixx asked me, his voice closer, “did you say something about my arse Blake?” Hendrixx sidled up to me, Stash so much bigger than Princess, he practically dwarfed us.

  Rolling my eyes, I slapped the cap back on my head. I preferred to wear it rather than my usual Akubra due to constantly having it come off when chasing cows. Stopping and starting on the horse, it was just easier to wear a HHH cap, and save my beloved hat from cow shit and being trampled on.

  “Happy?” I hissed, rolling my eyes when the handsome bastard smirked at me.

  “Yep.”

  “Wonderful, now move out of my way.” Reigning Princess to the right, I tried to get around Stash, but Hendrixx countered my move and blocked me.

  “It’s lunchtime, the ute is parked over by the trees,” Hendrixx informed me, his eyebrows wriggly up and down.

  “Not hungry, got too much to do before knock-off time,” I replied, jutting my chin at him. Hendrixx leaned down in his saddle and grabbed hold of my bridle, pulling Princess gently closer to him and Stash.

  “Blake, what the hell is wrong with you? What’s with the attitude?”

  “I’m not hungry Hendrixx, that’s all,” I lied, suddenly feeling foolish.

  “Frog shit. What is wrong?” he growled, glaring at me with his blue eyes blazing, “and don’t give me lies, Blake.” My god, he was hot, even pissed off there wasn’t a man alive that could hold a candle to Hendrixx Hott. And yeah, he was one of three identical triplets, but it always confounded me why Noxx or Fenixx didn’t do it for me, ever. They always felt like brothers to me, only Drixx stirred my blood and made my girlie parts tingle with excitement with just a look from those blues.

  He had to want more than just heavy petting and M rated foreplay. Why was he holding back for cripes’ sake!

  “Fine! You want to know what is wrong with me, Hottie? I am sick of getting orgasms and not being allowed to give you any. Why aren’t I allowed to see your dick? And why can’t I have a pair of your jocks to shove in my pocket to smell when the need arises? God knows you have enough of mine. Slow time is over Hendrixx, I want your dick in my mouth!” My frustration was finally taking control of the situation, setting my mouth and brain against one another.

  And I wasn’t finished.

  “I mean the kissing is great, don’t get me wrong, and I love the way you bring me to orgasmic bliss, playing and sucking on my nipples. But I want to touch you too Hendrixx, I might be new to this intimate stuff, but I do read you know. I am aware of a thing called blue balls, and you must be having a major case of it unless what we do doesn’t—”

  “Oh god, my ears, my ears!” Fenixx groaned woefully, making me jump then groan in embarrassment, “get me some bleach, so I can forever wash away hearing my pure and sweet Blakey Izzie talking about my brother’s dick.”

  This is not happening; this is not happening. I chanted over in my head, hiding my face in my hands. Through my slightly separated fingers, I could see Fenixx standing between my horse and Stash with his fingers shoved in his ears, his face horrified at what he’d just heard from me.

  I was mortified, so much so, I didn’t even dare risk a look at Hendrixx, not after spewing out what I should have kept to myself. It wasn’t as if I was ugly or anything, I knew Hendrixx found me appealing. Whatever his reason for holding back, I could certainly enjoy a life of orgasms by kissing … I think.

  “Orgasmic bliss, hey sweetheart,” Hendrixx chuckled, and right then, I saw red. How dare he make light of my worries, take a serious concern of mine and get all propped up like a preening peacock. Is that all he got from my heartfelt blabbering? That he was good, and not that I had serious issues with my ability to get him off?

  Arsehole.

  Complete and utter horse’s arsehole.

  Feeling my face heat up and not from embarrassment, this time, it was anger and hurt. An over-reaction? Perhaps, but if he had only explained his reasoning to me other than simply telling me he was fine, and his pleasure was seeing me being pleasured, then maybe just maybe I would not be ready and willing to castrate the big idiot. He’d gotten hard during our interludes this past week, didn’t he want to come or maybe …

  Oh, I didn’t care, if he wanted to go around with a painful erection all day, who was I to care?

  Ignoring Fenixx’s stupid antics, I surprised Hendrixx from his gloating moment by giving Princess a command with a quick squeeze of my knees and three fast clicks of my tongue. I’d trained her in some trick commands, much like the ones I taught Hercules, rearing up on her back legs, the reigns released from Hendrixx’s grip just before Stash bolted away, throwing his surprised rider to the ground.

  “Finish without me, I’m going home. Do not follow me, Hendrixx,” I warned, looking down at him lying flat on his belly, the wind knocked out of him. He wasn’t hurt, thank goodness, I never wanted physical harm to come to him, but he deserved to at least fall on his dick and feel a little pain in exchange for my humiliation.

  “Ya!” I shouted the command for Princess to gallop, pushing her past Fenixx and galloping across the pen, not bothering to stop for the fence instea
d flying over it. Princess knew how to jump and did it with ease, clearing the temporary structure with room to spare.

  The only sound other than the beating of my horse’s hooves on the hard ground was that of Hendrixx shouting my name.

  ***

  Berating myself for my stupid outburst in front of five of the Triple H workers, Fenixx and Hendrixx, I galloped back to the stables, handed Princess off to one of the stable hands, then ran back to my cottage. I knew Hendrixx would follow me very soon, and my time was limited before he’d burst his way through my front door, but a minute or two or three on my own first was definitely needed.

  How could I just run off at the mouth and tell him those things? Sexual frustration, yep, I was going to blame it on that and dare anyone to call me on it. It is true after all, but everyone on the farm didn’t need to know it.

  “Oh, you idiot, Blake Isobel,” I muttered out loud, walking straight to my room, bypassing the kitchen despite my stomach growling with hunger. Eating food right now was not what I needed. First, I needed a shower to wash off the smell of cattle, and the shame of the last half hour.

  “And now you are using both given names just like—”

  “Blake Isobel!” The front door slammed open, followed quickly by Hendrixx bellowing my name.

  “Fabulous, just what I don’t need while I smell like cow shit.” I muttered, dread filling me.

  My time was up, but I continued to my room, ignoring and not answering Hendrixx.

  My cottage had been on the Triple H long before I had been born, but after my dad died, Will and Lillian decided to renovate it for me to make it more usable. The original floor plan suited a bachelor: one small bathroom, a tiny kitchenette and a shared living space. The new version was much better, I now had a separate bathroom connected to my bedroom, not quite an en-suite because it was just me here, but it had two doors, one to my room and the other for visitors. The old bathroom made way for a bigger kitchen, and they built on a laundry room and enclosed in the back porch, as well as a partition to separate the kitchen from the lounge. The whole place was bigger now but much cosier and more comfortable.