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
Hendrix
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.
I can’t help smiling. “Is that so.” Not a question, a statement. I know she’s not sorry and neither am I.
She lets out a sigh as she rests her chin on my chest, never looking away before she shrugs. “I work for you.”
“Yep.”
“So, this is normal for you?”
“Nothing about you is normal.” Maybe I should pull my balls out of my vagina now, ‘cause that is a bitch comment. “No, not normal to sleep with an employee, not normal to have a chick sleep over”—my hand somehow finds its way to her hair—“and not normal to let a sexy, little thing take control.”
“You think I’m sexy?” She grins as I give her a nod. “I suppose I have been.” She rolls her eyes and sits up. “I mean, I was grinding on you at the fundraiser, and that was a first for me. I mean, the only guy who ever … well, you know…”
“No, I don’t fucking know.” Bats are in my chest, thumping around, as I sit up.
She shrugs, blushes, and then shakes her head like she is shaking something off. “Let’s just stick with how sexy I am, shall we?” She licks her lips as she stares at mine.
I start to pull her head to me, but I don’t want that shit, so I stop.
She looks at me, confused again. “Why did you stop?”
“Honestly?”
She smiles and gives a small nod.
“Last night should have never happened.”
“Sor—”
“Don’t be sorry; be you. Be real. You don’t want something, don’t give it to me. I’m a man, Livi. I want you, but I really liked you last night. Hell, I liked you in the closet. I like you.”
“You like me, but you just stopped when you were gonna kiss me?” Her brows furrow a bit.
I dig her no bullshit ways, and I like the way she talks so openly. As a result, I decide to be candid with her, as well.
“You wanna kiss me, you kiss me. You wanna—”
Her lips are on mine in the blink of an eye. Her little tongue slips between my lips, and I begin to pull her astride, but when I realize what I’m doing, I stop. What does she do? She climbs on top of me while our tongues continue rubbing, and her hips start grinding.
“Liv,” I say, holding her hips still.
“Yes?” she asks in a lusty voice.
“You want something, you need to ask me for it.”
“I want…” She blushes then shrugs. “I want you.”
“I’m all in, but this needs to be a give and take with you and me.”
She nods eagerly. Damn, she is fucking crazy, but damn, I can’t stop myself.
I flip her on her back, and she squeals.
“Consent?” I ask as I kiss from her lips to her jaw.
“Given.” Her eyes widen the lower I kiss down her body.