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?”

parents had fun naming their children. My mom’s Samantha Lorraine, Dad’s Alexander Phoenix. They kinda mixed them together and gave me his first name

but stop calling me sweetheart. I don’t like Ben thinking

Williams.” He grinned like an idiot. A hot

“That’s sounds ancient.”

let me drive. My great grandparents were originally from England.”

“That tells it all.”

smirked, something on that

keys 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 seat and fastened his seat belt before I got to the passenger seat

didn’t just meet yesterday. It made me so damn worried.

the country song humming from the radio that kept him from not hearing to my thundering heartbeat.

in front

my seat belt and opened the door. “Finley!”

served as one of the Marine-corps who’d been deployed to Hawaii. 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

He wrapped his arms around me and

the truck

Daddy running the bar instead of following Finley’s dream to serve in the

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

there is a kid around, ass-gator!” Xandry hissed, trying not to let Ben heard what he said as he moved toward my cousins. They were of the same sizes and height. Holy hell with all these testosterone exuded

her

sperm donor?”

breath escaped my mouth. “Xandry!”

own voice, my cousins laughed out loud, high-fived each other, and said, ‘I like

“What?” I grunted in disbelief as I watched Xandry’s brows furrowed in

wide smile, making a few lines

down at his hand, still

Max

hand like his and did

released another sigh and opened the door

Uncle Ri!” He jumped into his uncle as soon as

Ben.”

the barbecue,” said Riley, leaving me

 

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smoke with my best friends Olive and Charlie. 

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

and my mom while Daddy, Pyke, Kyland, Uncle Max, and Xandry chatted with the local beers on the table. My parents

invited those bitches?”

blood 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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