“Nothing more to say!” Hendrixx crowded impossibly closer to me, his breathing coming out in pants, his eyes blazing.
“I have plenty to say, Blake, and you are going to listen to me,” he ordered, just as I was about to argue with him.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, but I stayed by that fucking window half the night waiting for you so we could talk. You never came back.” My retort sounded weak even to my own ears. My god, he was so deliberately close, invading my personal space like he never had before. I concentrated on keeping my breathing from coming out in pants, but who was I kidding? This was Hendrixx Hott, the only man that could steal the very breath from my lungs with just a wink or a smirk on his sexy lips.
“Yeah, I did Hendrixx, I stood on my porch and saw you and Mallory share a moment then you pulled her in for a hug. Why kiss me, Hendrixx? Why tell me those things only to go off with her?” Laying my hands on his chest, I pushed him away—my move surprising him long enough for me to scramble off the couch and get to my feet. Being so close and smelling his scent was putting me off. To argue with Hendrixx and win, I needed my head on properly, and inhaling him was not the way to achieve that.
Pushing past him, I quickly made my way over to the huge, stone fireplace, eager to get some distance between us. Now I knew what he tasted like, how his moans sounded, I couldn’t trust myself not to forget about what I’d witnessed last night and instead beg him for more.
“You pushed my hands off you when I was behind you on Stash, then you act all caveman with Joe, and you top it all off by kissing me senseless. My first kiss, Hendrixx, and it ended with you having a playdate with Mallory.” I knew I was ranting, I could hear the high pitch in my voice, but I was on a roll, the gate was open.
“I did not have a playdate with Mallory,” Hendrixx gritted out, standing in front of the couch, his fists at his sides.
“She likes to watch TV but doesn’t like to do it alone, and Tim really hates ninety percent of her shows.” His explanation may have made sense if he hadn’t let me run off, but he did. Oh, he called out to me, but he didn’t come after me, and that hurt.
For months, I have watched him spend more and more time over at Waterford. I understood completely helping Mack get her farm back up and making money was important for not only Mack and her sister but for Daxx too. What I didn’t get was why he had to sleep over there, sometimes not coming back to the Triple H for two and sometimes three days.
The men on the farm might be hard workers and born and bred in the country, but most of them were a pack of females when it came to gossiping. And the word around the place was Hendrixx slept in the same room as Mallory.
I had ears, and I heard the talk in the stables, I overheard Fenixx speaking causally with Eddy about life over at Mack’s place. What hurt the most were the snippets of conversations about Hendrixx falling asleep on a couch with Mallory sprawled over him, or sitting on his lap at the hospital when Mack nearly lost her arm in a horrendous accident at a neighbouring farm.
I always masked my reaction when the guys saw me in listening distance, but none of them knew how much my heart ached to hear that Hendrixx and Mallory had picked up where they’d left off four years ago.
Four years ago, I had been just a sixteen-year-old girl with a mountain size crush, fast forward to now and that crush had multiplied into a full-blown unrequited love affair.
One that played out in my dreams only … until last night’s kiss.
“And how does Tim feel about his future wife spending so much time with you? I mean before him, you and Mallory were expected to be the next Makena and Lenoxx.”
Hendrixx stared at me, not saying anything, he looked to be battling with his body by the way his fists were turning white and the tick of his jaw. I swear I heard his teeth grinding in the silence between us.
I now recognised many of the facial tics, after all, he got mad with me at least five times a day, what I didn’t understand was the almost pleading look in his gorgeous bright blue orbs. Hendrixx Hott never begged, was never unsure of himself, except standing before me now, he was.
“First, let me say I am not in any way privy to anything personal between Mal and Tim. Other than him hating her shows, as far as I know, he is fine with my friendship with his fiancée, because that is all it is. Friendship.”
“Not once have I gone there with Mallory Rogers, not ever. What people expected is out of my control Blake, and quite frankly, I don’t give a shit. Mallory and I have nothing between us other than a whole lot of teasing and tormenting. We rarely talk about serious matters, and I dare say she leaves that for her man because she loves him and not me,” Hendrixx said deliberately and slowly as if he needed me to understand and believe him.
And God did I want to, but Hendrixx wasn’t finished. Taking two steps closer to me, he stilled and continued on.
“As for yesterday, let’s start with
