“First you come blazing down the valley, gun firing like some range rider, scare off my mob, pull me up onto Stash, then bark orders at me as if you own me—”
A smile split my face as I watched Blake rant at me, her hands flew up in the air, then down to settle on her deliciously curvy hips, all the while she stomped back and forth. I couldn’t help staring at her shirt, or rather at the view, the three opened buttons were showing me. Creamy, sun-kissed skin, smooth and so fucking inviting, but it was the hint of white lace that had my cock straining against the zip in my pants. Blake wore button up shirts ninety percent of the time, but she always left three buttons undone. The tantalising glimpse of flesh drove me crazy, it filled my nights with the most erotic dreams. Sometimes when she bent down to pick up a bale of hay and did it just so that I could make out the top of her creamy breast, the pillows of flesh taunted me. It got me so hard I would go to bed and pound my cock into the mattress imaging it was her and not my bed my cock was grinding into.
“Hendrixx! Are you listening to me?” Blake growled at me, dragging me out of my sensual musings.
“Yep, you have my undivided attention, sweetheart,” I drawled, waving my hand at her to get going. It was a dick move, and more than likely, I was just adding more fuel to her fire, but fuck, she was fucking gorgeous when she was all fired up.
“Don’t sweetheart me, Hendrixx. You know I can handle myself, there was no need to go in and save me like that.” Her fingers made air quotes when she said the words save me. I could feel my eyebrows rise up, but I sat there unmoving, interested to see what else she had to say.
“And don’t get me started on how you spoke to Joe, I mean honestly Hendrixx, what was that all about?” I hid a smile as I sat there and watched her get a full head of steam.
God, I loved the way my name sounded coming from her lips, my name was unusual, all three of us had strange names. Our parents wanted us to have unique and induvial names that no other kids did, and because of our last name having double T, they decided that we needed a double letter in our first names too. When we were kids we loved hearing Mum tell us the story behind our names, she loved the name Lennox but didn’t like the double n because she wanted it to be the double letters to be at the end of our names, so she changed it, Fenixx too got a different spelling. The story goes our dad wanted him to be Phoenixx, but Mum didn’t like the way it sounded for her baby son, so she changed the spelling and the pronunciation. It was said exactly the way it was spelt, Fen-ixx. I was the only one with the cool distinction of being named after her favourite singer from the sixties.
My mind, stuck in a favourite childhood memory, I missed what Blake was grumbling at me, everything except for one thing.
“I mean Hendrixx, if you hadn’t thrown your weight around, I am sure Joe was going to ask me to the pub with him and the guys tonight—”
“Fucking what?” I yelled, jumping up, my chair flying behind me and into the wall.
“Hendrixx, what is going on?” Blake shouted at me, her eyes wide, looking at me with a mixture of annoyance and bewilderment.
Ignoring my logical side that was screaming at me to shut the fuck up, I did what any man would do and listened to the illogical side that ruled my heart and sometimes my dick. The thought of Blake smiling at another man other than me had my gut clenching with jealous rage. Our relationship might be a little murky, but that didn’t stop the green-eyed monster inside me from rearing its ugly head. At least that was my excuse when I stormed around my desk right to where Blake was standing and forced my body against the length of hers. In my anger, I wasn’t really thinking just reacting, but the second her plump breasts came into contact with my chest, all the fight drained out of me, and all I could focus on was her soft, warm curves.
“Drixx?” My name came out in a breathy gasp, her hazel eyes wide with shock, but it was the tremble I felt go through her that made me put one hand on her hip and pull her against my aching groin. My other hand wrapped itself on one side of her long graceful neck, both hands holding her captive.
Hearing Blake talk about wanting to go out without me ramped up my timeline. I still had some shit to sort through, not only concerning her and me getting together but the crap with my old man. My main issues with Blake was our age difference, it wasn’t huge, but enough for me to be worried that she wasn’t ready for me. I knew nearly everything about her, so I knew she was a virgin but was on the pill to regulate her monthly’s. Not much escaped me, and while I was just short of being a peeping Tom and setting up surveillance in her cottage, I did have eyes on her around the property when I wasn’t able to be there myself. So, I knew she didn’t have any guys sniffing around her and that she didn’t date or hook-up. Most of the day she spent working on the farm and when she wasn’t doing that she divided her time driving me up the wall and cooking with my mum.
“You
