“No way! You did, didn’t you? You warned them to stay away from me!” I spluttered, not sure if I should be pleased or outraged.
“You’re mine Blake, they might as well known from the get-go, saves me from knocking some teeth out,” he replied, completely unrepentant of his underhandedness.
“And what if one of them was my soulmate and not you?” I asked, not meaning a single word. Hendrixx Hott was meant for me, he knew it, hell he knew it before I knew it. Maybe even my father knew it, which is why he trusted me to the Hott family in his Will.
“Don’t be ridiculous woman, don’t say shit that will just get you in trouble later,” he scoffed again, taking my hand and leading me out of the lounge towards the front door.
“Where are we going?” I demanded, lacing my fingers through his, loving the rightness of the act of holding hands with the COO of the Hott empire.
“I have to go back out and help Eddy finish up baling,” he replied as if that answered my question, which it didn’t.
“So, why am I going too?” I enquired, pouting that he planned to go back to work and not … kiss me some more.
“Because if you are with me, you can’t stand on the back of a horse, chase wild horses or try to ride our stallion.”
My heart skipped a beat, knowing he considered Lancelot ours. He bought Hercules because I fell in love with him, Hendrixx did not want a dangerous animal on the farm, but he saw how affected I had been when we heard how badly treated Hercules had been by his owner. He pulled out his credit card and bought him for me, buying Lancelot when I was just a teenager because of me and my desire to train and break horses. In fact, most of the horses on the property he’d purchased, he did after I expressed interest in them.
So much was slowly beginning to slip into place like a jigsaw puzzle. His promises to always look after me, his over the top protective behaviour. The heated looks when he didn’t know I was looking. All of it made sense now.
I was his.
HENDRIXX
A calm settled over me as I drove back to the paddock where I left Eddy in charge and all because of the woman sitting beside me, her hand sitting on my lap my hand securely wrapped around hers.
Blake was finally mine, she might not know just yet what that entails, but she was going to find out and fast.
I could hear the cogs turning in her head from the driver’s seat in the ute. She had to be overwhelmed, not that I could blame her. I went from zero to ten faster than even I thought possible, I gave her my truth, I didn’t beat around the bush how I felt, the only thing I held back on was telling her that I was in love with her, but that would be sharing too much, too soon.
Blake was in with me, that much I knew, but until we sat down in private with no ears listening in the next room, I was happy with our start. Holding her hand and definitely a lot more kissing.
Kissing Blake for the second time only reinforced that last night’s kiss had not been a fluke. Every glide of her lips was etched into my brain as were her moans. Fuck her moans turned me on, I could come from them alone. The realisation that now I could kiss her whenever I wanted damn near made my dick explode in my jeans.
I was definitely going full throttle where Blake was concerned, but why the fuck not? Lenoxx lost four years of his life with Mack, and Blake lost her dad too young, life was too goddamned short to sit back and ponder. If it was right, then go for it, I say.
Our age difference was still a small issue, I was her first kiss let alone anything else, so I had to admit it played on my mind, was I going to be enough for her forever or just for now.
Joe was interested in her, but he could go fuck himself if he thinks he has a chance with my cowgirl. Blake was mine, and when she was ready for the next step in our relationship, then I would be more than happy to make it a done deal.
“What are you thinking about over there Hendrixx that is making you grip the steering wheel in a white-knuckle death grip?” Blake suddenly asked me, snapping me out of my silent musings. Just as well considering where my mind was about to head.
“You under me, on top of me, riding me, the possible positions are endless,” I answered her honestly. I was the kind of guy that said what was on his mind, I didn’t beat around the bush, I didn’t talk shit or pussyfoot around. Once I made up my mind, then that was it. That motto applied to every aspect of my life, on the farm or in the boardroom. Granted, Lenoxx took care of the meetings more than Fenixx or I did, and that suited me fine. I hated button up shirts, unless they were flannels. I reckon I owned only two dress shirts, and they were both black and understated, and I still paired them with jeans and boots.
Fenixx was worse than me, he never went into the HBC offices in Melbourne, and he never wore anything other than jeans, flannel shirts and his ever-present ball cap. He hated cities of any kind, he likened them to bearers of bad news. Not that I could blame the poor bugger, from the age of three to ten, he spent enough time in the Melbourne, or rather the Children’s, Hospital to give him a healthy disrespect for the city.
A hard slap hit me upside of my head.
“Hey,
