Table Of ContentTHE HOTT BROTHERS
BOOK ONE
BY
LEAH SHARELLE
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
EPILOGUE
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HOTT AND READY - The Hott Brothers Book 2
By Leah Sharelle
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DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO LOVE SOMEONE THEY PROBABLY SHOULDN’T, BUT DON’T
GIVE A CRAP WHAT PEOPLE HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT.
AND TO HANDSOME, A LIFE WITHOUT YOU IN IT ISN’T ACCEPTABLE. XOXO
HENDRIXX
“Come on Blakey, come with me and help me feed the horses,” I suggested gently to the sad teenager
who was doing her best hiding away from the main house, and all the mourners gathered at the HHH
to pay their respects to Blake’s father. His passing was a surprise to all of us, but most especially to
Blake.
Jed Henderson was my father’s lifelong friend and trusted farm manager. He and Blake lived on the
farm in a small cottage not far from the main horse stables, Blake grew up here just the same as Noxx
and Nixx and myself. She was part of the family, and now she was in the care of my parents as Jed’s
last wishes requested.
I had to be honest, I never saw Blake like my brothers did. Their protective instincts concerning
Blake stemmed from brotherly feelings, whereas mine were slightly more … distorted.
The feisty blonde stirred feelings of frustration more than platonic, she challenged me every day
not to throw her over my shoulder and keep her safe. I found myself holding my breath every time she
wandered into the bull paddock or one of the stalls in the stables. Not because I was worried she
would get hurt, but because I couldn’t allow her to get hurt.
My feelings for Blake weren’t inappropriate, it wasn’t like that at all. It was more a sense of …
possession.
Blake called to my inner soft side, one look into her soft, brown eyes and all my protective
instincts kicked in.
Now, seeing her upset and obviously distraught, all I wanted to do was make her smile and wipe
away her tears. Her tears affected me in such a tremendously confusing way, even more than Makena,
my brother’s girlfriend, did. Her sister Mal, my bestie, never cried, so my only knowledge of
feminine emotions came from those two. A fourteen-year-old and a twenty-one-year-old, two females
who were as different as night and day both that kept me on my toes.
“Can I feed Lancelot on my own?” Blake asked in a small, sad voice. “It will make me feel better.”
My eyes narrowed, and instantly I was onto her. Blake’s main role in my life was to test me at
every turn, and it normally involved the Triple H’s prize stallion. Blake loved the huge, black beast
and would do just about anything to get near him, even use her grief to get me to agree.
“Blake, the day I let you in the stall alone with Lancelot is the day I am six feet under,” I answered,
shaking my head. A chill of dread ran through me at the visions my head was imagining. Blake being
stomped on, Blake laying in a heap on the ground at the horse’s hooves, Blake … always Blake.
“And just how do I accomplish that?” she sassed back at me, “I am not a kid ya know Hendrixx. I
can ride nearly as good as Makena, and you don’t care if she goes near him.”
“Don’t be a smart arse, Blake. And yes, you are in fact a kid, fourteen is not old enough to be alone
with a dangerous horse,” I muttered, desperately trying to ignore the pleading in her brown eyes.
“I am damn good with a horse, as you know, Drixx!” she protested immediately, fire spitting from
her.
Rolling my eyes at her, a smirk playing on my lips, I draped an arm over her shoulders.
“Come on Blakey, I have a shovel and a bucket with your name on it.”
“Hey, you said feeding not muckin’ out stalls!” Blake complained half-heartedly, her small arm
going around my waist, and her head dropped to lean against my side–sending a feeling I had never
felt before, right to my heart.
What the fuck was that?
I needed to be taken out to the back paddock and given a damn, good flogging. Maybe tie me in the
bullpen and let one of the two-tonne beasts at me. Whatever was going on had to stop, Blake was in
the care of my parents, my brothers and myself and I had to remember that. It couldn’t matter that her
soft, cinnamon eyes pleaded with me, or the way I admired her work ethic even at her young age.
Blake got home from school and jumped into her chores on the farm, she helped Fenixx with the
cattle, mucked out stalls, and stacked wood for my mum, and she did it all without complaining. Blake
loved living on the land, and I knew she was worried about what might happen to her after her father
died suddenly from a heart attack while out checking fences. As far as I knew, she only had a handful
of cousins and two aunts who lived in another state, but Blake had been on the Triple H practically
her whole life.
It was my mum who insisted that Blake’s dad make Mum her guardian just in case something
happened to him. Thank god she did. Blake was a country girl all the way from her Akubra to her
dusty cowboy boots, the most traffic jams she had ever seen were the ones on Friday nights when
cowboys from all around the district made their way into town on payday. On those nights the main
street of Cattle Ridge was littered with every conceivable ute and rust bucket possible. The drivers
all hell-bent on filling their bellies with homecooked wood-fired pizza from Farron’s Country
Kitchen and then going across the road to the pub to guzzle as much beer and whiskey as possible and
stay there until Sunday morning.
Of course, Blake wasn’t in the pub, but she loved going to Farron’s to grab a pizza or a sweet
dessert. Blake had a sweet tooth, in fact, that wasn’t a strong enough term. Blake ate lollies and
chocolate all day long, and I bet if I asked her right now to empty out her pockets, she would produce
a roll of Fruit Tingles and a Cadbury Chunky bar.
Despite my inner turmoil and the feelings I apparently had for Blake, I smiled and rubbed her upper
arm.
“Blake, no one mucks a stall like you do, kiddo.” Deliberately adding the teen pet name to remind
me that she was off-limits, but no matter what I called her, I had a feeling that Blake meant more to me
than anyone else ever had. Even my friendship with Mallory and our on and off again chemistry didn’t
have this sense of …
“Whatever you say, Cowboy,” Blake sassed, thankfully stopping me from silently admitting what
she was to me and what she was doing to me.
One crisis averted, now I just had to deal with how much I loved her calling me Cowboy.
Jesus, I really had a serious problem.
HENDRIXX
Slamming the car into park, I threw open the door and jumped out. The ride back to the Triple H gave
me enough time to get over seeing my beloved sister-in-law bawling her eyes out all because I very
innocently ate the last of her favourite chocolate treats. Though, if I am honest, that was better than
yesterday’s emotional breakdown over the chair incident.
Makena pregnant was indeed a scary thing, Makena pregnant and crying hysterically over me
making a comment about how heavy she was getting? That was one mistake I will never make again.
Dealing with Blake was much safer.
Thinking of the blonde that drove me insane ninety-nine percent of the time, I looked around the
entrance to the main stables for any sign of her. Over the last few months, I had been over at
Waterford Views helping Mack get the farm up and making money again, leaving Blake here at the
HHH unsupervised and out of my sight. I did not like the feelings that gave me, uneasy and unsettled
and … craving to see her, to be around her. Blake had a quality about her that drew me to wherever
she was. Her spunk and determination to do anything handed to her, her goddamned stubbornness to
refuse help turned me on more than I ever thought possible.
By nature, I was a protector. My brothers and Mum meant more to me than anyone, and when we
found out about my nephew, Daxx, he became just as important to me.
The tattoo on my ribs a testament to how I felt about my family.
Life begins and ends with family
Will Lillian Lenoxx Fenixx
I planned on adding Daxx to the names of people I shared blood with, and the new baby as soon as
she arrived or earlier if Noxx and Makena let me in on her name.
One name I itched to add in ink on my skin was the name I probably shouldn’t.
Blake Isobel.
I shouted the name when she pissed me off, screamed it in frustration when I caught her doing
something dangerous, and I even roared it in the privacy of my bathroom when making myself come at
the image of her beautiful face in my mind. What I hadn’t done yet was whisper it to her while buried
balls deep inside her, moan it low and deep as her hands traced over my bare skin, or groaned it
while her mouth swallowed my hard cock. They were scenarios that could not happen, but dreaming
about them, however, I could do as much as I wanted. And I did.
Every single night.
Those were the only times I allowed myself to indulge in my fantasies, to get away from the real
life dramas of HBC, co-owning the biggest cattle property in the country and forget that my dad was a
traitor.
The past eight or so months had been a mix of joy and downright heartache for my brothers and I.
Finding Mack and Mallory again, learning about Daxx, getting over deceptions and bringing them all
into the family fold again, a real joy.
Dad’s deception … fucking brutal heartache there. Lenoxx, Fenixx and I were still coming to grips
with learning this new side to our dad, his hatred for the Rogers’ family, and the lengths he went to
keep Mack from Lenoxx way too raw to overcome or even accept. Noxx was doing better dealing
with it than me, he was busy embracing fatherhood and being back with Makena. And, since knocking
her up, he was firmly immersed in her pregnancy. Enjoying every moment he missed out on with
Daxx, he even relished in Mack’s mood swings, going so far as carrying around a book on pregnancy.
I had to admit I was happy for my brother, the oldest of the three of us by mere minutes, Lenoxx
seemed less intense and way less hell-bent on working himself to death at HBC, our beef export
company. He even went as far as setting up a home office over at Mack’s farm, now officially a
branch of the Triple H.
Makena wanted to keep the family farm with the same name her grandfather gave it, and none of us
had a problem with that. She worked hard to keep it in the family, at times too hard. Getting herself
hurt, and most recently nearly dying, spurred my brother to take action and relocate over to Waterford.
Noxx was all about Mack and their son, and the upcoming arrival of a daughter. I couldn’t wait to see
my brother deal with having a girl, although I had to admit I was pretty nervous waiting for my niece
to arrive. If she takes the path of her daredevil mother, Noxx was going to need some back-up.
Walking further into the stables, I instantly looked for Blake. I sent her a text an hour ago, but she
hadn’t answered, and I wanted to know why.
“Blake!” I shouted as I made my past the stalls down to the one at the very end.
I kept Lancelot away from the other horses because he was a real trouble maker. The beast, as
Blake affectionately called him, found great joy in stirring up the other horses, and generally making
life in the stables … noisy.
From one of the stalls, my second in charge, Eddy, sauntered out, a headstall and a lead rope slung
over his shoulder, but it was his grimace that had my hairs standing on the back of my neck.
“What?” I asked immediately. I knew that look, it was a look all of the employees had whenever
Blake was up to no good.
“I turned my back for ten minutes to administer a drench to Molly and she took advantage of it.”
Eddy shrugged as if I knew exactly what was coming next.
Dropping my chin to my chest, I blew out a frustrated breath. “I do not need this right now,” I
grumbled tiredly, “get Stash saddled up for me, will ya.”
“Already had Joe do it when I heard ya pull up mate,” Eddy said, pointing behind me.
“Jesus, she is going to make me grey before I turn thirty.” Turning around, I headed to the stall
where my favourite horse would be waiting for me, saddled and ready. Thank god my workers knew
me well, at least they understood my need for order on the Triple H, Blake not so much.
“She has an hour head start on ya Hendrixx. She hasn’t stopped talking about them since she heard
they were sighted yesterday,” Eddy went on following behind me.
“Yeah and she knows she can get away because I have been spending so much time over in
Waterford. Who the hell told her that the mob is in the area again?” I asked as I reached the stall,
Stash standing on the outside tethered to the gate waiting for me.
“I believe it was … Hmmmm can’t say I remember boss,” Eddy hedged very badly, I already knew
who her spy was and when Fenixx made an appearance he was going to feel my fist in his face.
Fenixx was just as obsessed with the mob of brumbies as Blake was, both of them had spies all
over the district, letting them know as soon as the wild horses entered the valley on HHH property.
Slamming my foot into the stirrup, I easily swung up into the western style saddle, Stash standing
still letting me get settled.
“What horse is she on?”
“Princess is missing,” Eddy answered, ducking his face so I couldn’t see the smirk I knew would
be there.
Great, she took the second most high-spirited horse in the stables. I guess I should be happy she
didn’t saddle up the stallion.
Grabbing the reins from the gate, I glared at Eddy.
“Tell Fenixx he better have the horses all fed by the time I get back, considering I don’t have time
to do it now I have to chase down Blake,” I ordered at the same time I urged Stash forward. “Oh, and
also tell him he is a fucking arsehole, and he better be prepared to get a punch in his pretty face,” I
called over my shoulder, giving my horse a gentle kick breaking him into a trot. We had a rule around
the stables that there was to be nothing faster than a trot until the rider was clear of the slippery brick
ground. That rule pissed me off all of a sudden, Blake was an hour ahead of me, which meant she
could very well already be on the mob’s trail.
“You got it boss, tell Fenixx—”
Eddy’s voice trailed off, as I got closer to the main doors. It was possible that I shut what he was
about to say out, or it could have been because I broke my own rule and pushed Stash into a canter
before the doors. Either way, my mind was focused on finding Blake as fast as possible. I didn’t want
Blake to be anywhere around any of the brumbies, but especially the leader of the mob. The big grey
might be beautiful to look at from a distance, but he didn’t have a friendly bone in his body, despite
what Blake believed. Capturing him and bringing him into the breeding program like Fenixx and
Blake planned was not going to happen, not while I was head of the Triple H. Fenixx might be my
brother and the director of the breeding, but he didn’t know Blake the way I did, she would stop at
nothing to lasso the wild horse and bring him back.
He also didn’t care about Blake the same way as me, to him she was a little sister. To me?
There was nothing brotherly about my feelings for her, far fucking from it, in fact.
Sitting back in the saddle, I let Stash take off in the direction of the valley. It was good having a
horse know my moods and read my body language just by a squeeze of my thighs or a barely-there tug
on the reins. It meant I could concentrate on where my head was going where Blake was concerned.
Time was up, Blake wanted to push my buttons, then it was time I pushed some of my own.
Now that she is twenty she technically isn’t a teen anymore, which meant one thing…
It was nearly time to make my move and make Blake mine.
Nearly.
