We leave the restaurant and make it to the hospital for the last ICU visitation of the day. After our visit, we then head back to the hotel room.
We both shower and get into pajamas. Hendrix is in low slung pants that make me want to lick the tattoos covering his abdomen. I’m in his old T-shirt that I have now claimed as my own.
Watching him climb into bed beside me, I feel the heat of my desire building. When Hendrix settles me against his side, my boobs feel heavy as the material rubs against them. Damn, Mother Nature.
Hendrix kisses the top of my head, and I can’t help leaning over to kiss him. What begins soft and sweet quickly escalates into a power exchange of passion. The more I give, the more he takes. The more he gives, the more I want.
I climb over him, enticing him as he swiftly removes my shirt, exposing my breasts to him. His hands come up to cup each round melon. The rough feel of his hands against my soft skin has me ready to beg him to suck them. He massages them gently as I pull away from our kiss. I then arch my back, pushing my boob to his face.
The sensations overwhelm me, my body is on fire, and oh, my goodness, my lady parts come to life as he licks and sucks and cups and ohhhhhhhh … right there. He gets me going.
He flips me to my back and lays over me after removing his pants. His erection rubs over me as he moves to straddle my waist. Cupping my boobs again, he lays his penis between them as he thrusts, pressing my breasts into him. Every touch, I feel more. The tingle builds as the friction of him sliding between my breasts has me wanting more.
I drop my chin to my chest and open my mouth for him. My tongue darts out to tease the head of his penis as his pre-cum drips off it. He picks up his pace, and I lay my hands over his to add to the weight rubbing my boobs. He tenses and goes off, shooting his cum across my chest and neck.
He pulls away to drop his head down to my sensitive nipples, sucking the right one while rolling his thumb over the left. I am so turned on having his cum run down my neck and from everything that is simply Hendrix Caldwell.
He pulls his mouth away then blows against my nipple, and I tremble under him as an orgasm shoots through me. I immediately start laughing, which means snorting, causing Hendrix to lift his head up to look at me.
“You’re not supposed to be laughing, Livi.”
“Hendrix,” I giggle. “I just, umm … I just, you know. We didn’t even … and … you know.” I start laughing again.
Hendrix simply smiles at me. “Let’s clean you up, Livi. Fuckin’ crazy.”
He gets up and leads me to the bathroom for me to shower again. When I come out, Hendrix has moved us to the other, clean bed in our hotel room and is waiting for me to join him. I climb in without hesitation.
Thoroughly satisfied yet unable to sleep, I decide to ask Hendrix about his parents.
“Your mom, you say she has a good heart. So, you’re close with her? I know you’re close with your brothers, but I’ve never seen her around.”
Chapter Twenty-One
“We can talk about that later. Get some sleep, so we can get to the hospital early.”
“I’m not tired, and all I’ve done is talk about me. I want to know you better.” She lays her head on my chest and starts tracing ink.
“She passed away over a year ago.”
“What?” She springs up in the bed and takes my hand. “When?”
“January twenty-fourth, but I really don’t want to talk about it.”
She looks at me sadly. “Okay.” Her hand drops from mine, and then she grabs my face. “I’m here for you, just like you are for me.”
She straddles me again and buries her face in my neck as her fingernails massage my scalp. I feel relaxed immediately.
“Cancer. Started with HPV,” I finally whisper, opening up to her.
“Cancer sucks,” she whispers back.
“Died at the hospital you work at.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I hadn’t been back until I went to see you.”
“That must have been hard,” she says soothingly.
“No, I knew what I was going for. Didn’t have to get off on the second floor.”
“For me.”
“She’d love you, Livi.”
“I’d love her.”
I feel tears on my skin and pull her to me a little tighter. “She’d be damn proud that I found someone like you.”
“What was her name?”
“Janis.” I smile.
“Like Janis Joplin?” She looks up, lays her hand on my chest, and rests her chin on it.
“Yeah, babe.” I push her hair out of her eyes and look at her.