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?”

Saphoera Hannabelle. My 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 my granddad’s

sweetheart. I don’t like

Henry Archibald Williams.” He grinned

“That’s sounds ancient.”

“Give me the keys and let me drive. My great grandparents were

“That tells it all.”

He smirked, something on that

 Or what other games does interest him? I placed Ben in the back seat and fastened his seat belt before

gaped when I saw them fist-bumping like they didn’t just

house in silence, only the country song humming from the radio that kept him from not hearing

as soon as our car parked in front of the house. Xandry stiffened,

quickly unbuckled my seat belt and opened

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 few bones

around me and lifted me up

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

his Daddy running the bar instead of following Finley’s dream

Blaine? And why the fuck is he driving your car?” Finley’s voice thundered.

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

“I’m just her

“A sperm

A sharp breath escaped my mouth. “Xandry!”

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

grunted in disbelief as I

with a wide smile, making a few lines at the corner of this his

at his hand,

him alone, Finley!” Uncle Max yelled from the porch.

Finley’s large hand like

opened the door to

“Uncle Vin, Uncle Ri!” He jumped into his uncle as soon as he was freed from

Ben.”

to start the barbecue,” said

 

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the round table away from the grill smoke with my best friends Olive and

knew how to grill like in a five-star restaurant. Mom made her famous salad, pecan,

was laughing with Cam, Carissa, Auntie 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, and I was used

invited those bitches?”

landed on the two bitches walking toward my mom’s table. “Who invited them?”

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