Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers)

“She kept the musical theme going.”

“Sure did. Music was her thing.”

She smiles and nods.

“She sang like a raspy, little bird.”

“And your dad?”

“He’s a drunk who banged her while she was working for him, got her knocked up, moved her in, cheated on her, started pushing her around, then pushed us around, and then he fucked around on her some more. That ended up being what killed her—his dirty ass dick.”

She doesn’t say anything, but I know she is seeing a theme here.

“I would never do that to you.”

She nods then shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “I can’t imagine someone hurting you. I wasn’t thinking about you and me, but wow. Wow, Hendrix, is that why you were so…?”

“I never wanted to be like him, and it was a little familiar. Sins of the father, you know.”

She leans up and kisses me. “I can’t even sing.”

“Yeah, you can. I heard you in the bathtub.”

“Not very well.” She blushes.

“Sounded beautiful to me.” I run my hand up her back then fist her hair, pulling her into a kiss. “Mom used to sing that song all the time. If she wasn’t singing it, she was humming it. Her way of telling us she would always be here for us. I swear to God, she sent you to me.”

Her eyes pool immediately, and I can feel mine threatening to do the same. I hold her tight against me as we fall asleep, wrapped up in each other.

I wake up with her on me and morning wood. I know that period shit flows lighter in water. I also know this will be the last time I’ll be bare back until she is on the pill or some shit.

I sit up, holding her, and she wake ups. “Hendrix?”

“I’m fucking you in the shower.”

“Is that so?” She laughs and hangs on tight as I stalk to the bathroom.

“You have a problem with that?”

“I don’t suppose it would stop you if I did.” She laughs again, and I stop immediately.

“Babe, I’m not him. You don’t want—”

“I wasn’t thinking like that. I know who you are. You’re the man who has completely changed my life, the man who loves me, the man I love, and you can consider this the last time we have this conversation. I don’t ask for your thingy; you don’t ask for mine.”

“Communal property?”

She bites her bottom lip, smiles, and then nods.

“Thank fuck!”

I pull her shirt off and start stripping. I see her going for the toilet, so I give her some privacy while she takes care of whatever it is she needs to take care of.

“You want it hot, right?” I ask after I hear the toilet flush and turn around to see her butt-ass naked, staring at my cock.

She nods.

I grab my cock, giving it a few strokes. “Not this, babe, the water.”

“You are so dang, mmm…”

“Get my pussy over here, Livi. It’s been too damn long.”

After she walks up to me with a little sway in her hips and wraps her hands around my neck, I grab her ass and lift her up. I reach under her, grab my rod, and line us up as I walk into the shower.

“Hang on,” I say as I slam into her. Her back hits the wall, and she cries out. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” I kiss her neck.

“Hendrix,” she cries my name as I slam into her again.

“Too much?” I ask.

“Harder, do me har—oh, God,” she screams as I slam into her again.

Her teeth clamp onto my shoulder, her nails run down my back, and I fuck her harder.

“Yes,” she pants. “Oh, yes!”

“Fuck, Livi, hang on.” I can’t go soft with her. I have to go hard.

I give her everything I can physically, ‘cause she knows everything I try to hide. She takes it, ‘cause she has given me everything and has nothing to hide.

“I”—I stop and thrust hard upward, hitting her sweet spot—“love”—I pull out and ram in again—“you.”

Her body tenses as she holds her breathe.

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Ours,” she cries as I thrust into her again.

“Mine,” I correct her.

“Yes … oh, yes,” she whimpers as I slam into her again.

“All. Fucking. Mine.”

“Always.” She wraps her arms around me and trembles as she comes.

“Fuck yes,” I say right before I pump my release into her.

She doesn’t let go as I drag my cock out of her. I shove my knee between her legs, and she leans against me. Then, I grab a washcloth and rub it up and down her back, washing her beautiful body.

While we spend the entire day at the hospital, I notice she is moving a little slower. I did that, and yes, it is sexy as fuck.

Between talking with doctors and nurses, making phone calls, and being more patient than a saint with her old man, she comes and sits on my lap.