Xandry

Chapter 6 Wetness Protection

 

BLAINE

 

 

Jesus, why did he have to be so damn sexy in the morning? His sexy hair looked in need of a haircut, but it did work on him, in fact, my fingers itched to run through it and wipe away from his forehead. I’d never known that even my soap smelled good on him that it never did on me.

Crap! What in the ever-loving heck happened to me? I’m a single mom for god’s sake. I needed to focus on my son and not to some hot— jerk. A huge jerk who wanted to bury his manhood to anyone had a hole.

I was taken aback by what he said before he left me alone. My room was my little sanctuary, but I couldn’t just push him out even the tension already thickened in the room that made my heartbeat quickened in my chest. Blame it on my dry spell.

Jeez, calm down!

His bright and warm cerulean blue eyes never missed meeting mine. He was playing catch with Ben. Why did he have to be so nice to my son? I didn’t want Ben to feel sad when it was his time to leave. I’m sure Ben would understand if he was not going to see him again, but of course, he would probably ask why he had not seen Xandry around.

I released a shaky sigh and closed the door behind me.

“Is everything okay?” He sauntered closer.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?” I answered flatly.

“You just heaved a sigh, sweetheart.” He looked sincere, brows knitted.

“Don’t sweetheart me, Alexander, twenty-three.” I regretted once those words left my mouth because he just chuckled and shook his head in amusement.

Funny, huh?

“How did you know my age, Blaine Noelle?”

“Jeez, how I hate that name.” I wrinkled my nose in disgust. It just reminded me of my ex who called me Noelle because Blaine was too masculine and plain for him.

“Why? It’s beautiful. You’re just like Saphoera, she doesn’t like her name as well.”

My brow arched. “Saphira? Like from the Eragon?”

“Yeah, but spelled differently.”

“I mean who’s Saphira?”

Lorraine, Dad’s Alexander Phoenix. They

me sweetheart. I don’t like Ben thinking that we’re

Henry Archibald Williams.” He grinned

“That’s sounds

drive. My great

it all.”

said when she just started dating Dad.” He smirked, something on that smirk that held promises which made my heart skip its

to him and he effortlessly caught them with one hand. I guessed he used to play catch. Or what other games does interest him? I placed Ben in the back

gaped when I saw them fist-bumping like they didn’t just meet yesterday. It made me so damn

from the radio that kept him from not hearing to my thundering

his sons were already on the porch. Finley and Riley strode to us as soon as our car parked in front of the house. Xandry stiffened, jaw clenched, and readied to launch his

belt and opened the door. “Finley!”

He was always closed to me like a big brother and had been very supportive of my decisions the moment he heard about my pregnancy, and he just broke a few bones

at you, baby girl.” He wrapped his arms around me

Blaine. Where is my little boy?” Finley scanned the truck and landed his eyes on

easily. He chose to help his Daddy running the bar instead of following

“Who the fuck is he, Blaine? And why the fuck is he driving your car?” Finley’s

around, ass-gator!” Xandry hissed, trying not to let Ben heard what he said as he moved toward

“I’m just her F—”

sperm donor?”

breath escaped my mouth. “Xandry!”

out loud, high-fived each other, and said, ‘I like him’

as I watched Xandry’s brows furrowed in confusion.

a few lines at the corner of

his hand, still

“Leave him alone, Finley!” Uncle Max yelled from

gripped Finley’s large hand like his and did the same

I released another sigh and opened the door to Ben.

Uncle Ri!” He jumped into his uncle as soon as he was freed

Ben.”

get inside, man. We’re about to start the barbecue,” said Riley,

 

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away from the grill smoke with my

how to grill like in a five-star restaurant. Mom made her famous salad, pecan, and peach pie. Auntie Miranda prepared some veggies

Miranda, and my mom while Daddy, Pyke, Kyland, Uncle Max, and Xandry chatted with the local beers on the table. My parents always invited close friends and relatives when we had a family gathering,

effing fire, who invited those bitches?” asked

rushed quickly to my brain when my gaze landed on the two bitches walking toward my mom’s table. “Who invited them?”

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