Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers)

I grab her hips and hold her against the stainless steel island. “Nah, you look much better doing it than I do.”

She laughs again as she looks over her shoulder.

“As much as I like looking at you when I fuck you, I’ve been watching you bend over for the past couple hours, and I can’t…” I yank her leggings down, and then I’m staring at ‘Caldwell’s piece.’ “Fuck yes,” I say then nip at her ass.

“Hendrix,” she gasps.

“Sorry, babe, but it says mine, and it looks fucking delicious.” I nip her again, and she giggles. “No laughing,” I chastise as I rip her panties down and then unzip myself. I line us up, hissing at the heat she’s producing.

“Oh, my…” she says, arching her back and lifting her ass in the air.

“Sexy,” I say before ramming into her. I don’t stay still, though. I grab her ass and watch it bounce with each thrust. “Fucking beautiful.”

“Yes,” she says as her arms stretch out and her fingers curl around the edge of the island.

“I love you, babe,” I say through my teeth. I reach around, pushing my hand up her shirt and grab a titty. “Fucking love these, too.”

“I love you.”

“What else do you love?” I thrust into her again.

“Your … your…”

“I love your pussy, Livi. My pussy. What do you love?” I want her to say something nasty just once.

“Your … thingy,” she cries out.

“My cock, babe.” I thrust it in hard. “Does that feel like a thingy?”

“No,” she whimpers. “So good.”

“What do you love, babe?”

“You inside me.” She pushes into me. “More, please.”

“More what?” I grip her hips harder.

“You,” she cries.

I give up. Livi isn’t gonna dirty talk, and I don’t need her to. She is sexy and sweet and mine. I love her how she is.

I stop and turn her around before lifting her up onto the counter. Standing between her legs, I push back into her.

“Can’t say cock, can you?”

She wraps her legs around me and pulls me into her until I am balls deep. “I love you.”

I chuckle and pull back. “I’m gonna fill you up with the future generation.”

She nods and braces herself. She knows what’s coming.

“This isn’t a thingy.” I thrust into her again, and she cries out as she holds me tight, basically climbing up me.

Eye to eye, she says, “If you need me to, I will.”

“Nah, babe, I wouldn’t change one thing about you.” I kiss her as I take in a deep breath, readying myself to step up and be the man my mom would be even more proud of. “Well, maybe one.”

Her face shows concern. I pull out of her then push myself up so I am sitting on the island, and then I pull her so that she is on top of me, straddling me.

I smile, take a deep breath, reach in my pants pocket, and then pull out the ring.

“Olivia Hemmingway, you are everything and more than I could ever want. We were both drawn together, both broken in a way, but strong enough to never give up. There is no one I would want to spend my life with, have kids with, or get old and wrinkly with. So, will you—my beautiful, fucking crazy love, Olivia Hemmingway—allow me the opportunity to start our forever with the vows our parents never took? Will you marry me, babe?”

“I love your cock.” She grins, making me laugh, and she smiles even bigger. “I love you.” She laughs, and yeah, she snorts. “Yes. Yes, of course!”

I put the ring on her finger, the one I bought a week ago and then waited for the right time to give it to her, but it didn’t come.

“Babe?”

“Yes?”

“If the kids ever ask, we lie about the proposal. Now, hang on.”

And hang on she does as I fuck my girl relentlessly. I hold back nothing. I know it is selfish of me, but it couldn’t be helped. I need the connection physically after taking such a big step emotionally.

When we are done, I carry her out of the kitchen and into the bar where I sit, holding her as she stares at the ring.

“You like it?” I ask as I kiss the top of her head.

“Stunning,” she says, looking up at me and smiling. “Just like you.”

She looks up then, and I follow her eyes.

“What’s up there?”

“Used to be an apartment. It was where I grew up, so I destroyed it after I kicked my old man out. I wanted it to be more, but I don’t know if I have it in me. Right now, I feel like I have everything I need.”

“The room?” She nods to the door toward the back on the balcony.

“Awe, yes, well, that was left because it was the room Mom used to read to us in. Best childhood memories, and the place we went when mom told us to. You couldn’t hear the beatings as bad from back there.”