Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers)

“So fuckin’ sweet,” Hendrix whispers against me as his finger moves in and out, while his tongue continues to work its magic.

It doesn’t take long before the building begins inside me again. My thighs grip his head of their own accord.

Removing his finger, he lays both hands on my inner thighs at the juncture to push my legs off him some. Once he has some space, his tongue dives inside me, and then he shakes his head back and forth. The sensations overwhelm me as his facial hair rubs my inner thighs, and his tongue penetrates me, sending me over the edge into oblivion.

He pulls his head back, smiling like a man who just won a gold medal. Then, taking the hem of the shirt I am wearing, he slides it up. When I lean up, it is quickly removed and tossed aside.

Before I can gather my bearings or control of my body, his mouth is on my left breast, sucking. I eagerly arch into him, ready yet again for more.

He makes me hungry with desire, needy with lust, and overcome with sensuality in a way that doesn’t feel wrong. No, he makes me feel empowered.

Reaching down, I place my hands on either side of his face and pull him to me for a kiss, tasting myself on him. It only ignites me further.

I wrap my legs back around him, rocking into his pant-covered erection. I want him. I need him. By golly, I have to have him.

Sensing my urgency, Hendrix pulls away to remove his pants and grabs a condom from his nightstand. Quickly, he sheaths himself. Then, rolling to his back, he practically picks me up and puts me on top of him. As he lines us up, he only places the tip at my opening, letting me be in charge.

I run this mother…

Run it, I do. I slide down onto him slowly, letting my body adjusts to his size. When I rise up again, I don’t lean over to hide myself from him. Instead, I lean back, both hands on his thighs behind me, as I ride him for everything I can. He is trying to hold back, but it doesn’t take long before his hands are on my hips, controlling the pace in which he slides in and out of my slick heat. I am on fire as my body trembles.

Leaning up, he sucks on my nipple before releasing it with a pop, and that is all it takes to put me over the edge again. I am limp as I come down.

He thrusts in me three more times before I feel him tighten under me with his release. Exhausted, I can only allow him to kiss me softly before I roll off him and to the side.

I barely get his shirt and my panties back on as exhaustion takes over. I fall fast asleep before he can even come back from disposing of the condom.

Chapter Fifteen

I can’t sleep. It’s seven-thirty in the morning, and I’m exhausted. I wish could sleep in today, but I fucking can’t. Jagger needs extra cash, so he is opening and says he wants to stay until five or six. It doesn’t happen often. Hell, it has been since before Mom passed that he has even offered. My bar being my baby, I am the one who wakes her up every day and makes sure she is all right, so I never have help opening. She is mine. However, Jagger is my brother, so I’m cool with it.

Livi is curled up around me like an old cat, soaking up my body heat and putting off some of her own. Fuck, I’m hard. I’m as fucking hard as my damn oak bar. She makes me this way. I was half hoping I was fucked-up that night and glamorizing the closet romp, but fuck if she is just as good sober as she is drunk. Hell, she is better. She also tastes unbelievable. She is fucking beautiful, and I am not feeling like I’m gonna be done with her hot, little box anytime soon.

This is not good, not good at all. She is at minimal half-crazy, has been abused, and she fucking works for me. Those are three lines I have never crossed before. I need to get her out of my system, although I need her to get something out of it, too. That way, this little predicament I have found myself in will be cool, be even. Give and take. And fuck, I want to give to her right now. My mouth waters at wanting to give it to her.

I look down to see she’s looking up at me, her eyes sparkling in the morning light. She looks excited, but cautiously so.

“Um, I’m sorry?” she says, watching me and gauging my reaction.