I snort. “Not in the least. I am the product of a one night stand. My dad was at a convention for his job, and my mom worked at the hotel he was staying at. He invited her for drinks. She was underage, but she didn’t want him to know she was only eighteen, not twenty-one.” I laugh as I think of the many times my mom has told me about the night I was conceived. “He was twenty-five and thought she was, too. They had dinner, a few too many drinks, and a good time. Thankfully, they exchanged numbers, because, a few weeks later, Mom had to tell him the news.
“Since they didn’t know each other, he wanted a paternity test, even though my mom knew for sure. He has always sent child support, and when I got old enough, I would visit for the holidays and summers because they are too far apart for regular visitation.”
“Seems like he holds a little more for her than a one night stand in the little time I had with him today. He respects your mom.” Hendrix raises an eyebrow at me.
I laugh. “Let’s say my mom is ‘stronger than most.’ Over the years, they maintained a friendship to openly talk about me. They didn’t get bitter until I wanted to stop visiting. I didn’t tell my mom what happened. I think they both felt I was trying to rebel or something. Either way, my mom backed me and my decisions. My dad felt like he was losing out, but step-monster Victoria didn’t want me there anyway, so Dad didn’t fight too hard.”
Our food comes, and it’s a momentary distraction from all the talk of my parents’ history.
“I know this has all been overwhelming. Have you thought about your dad and the future?” Hendrix asks sincerely.
“Yeah, I spoke with the doctors today about his long-term care once he is stable. They have to get the strokes under control. He is partially paralyzed, and they aren’t sure he will regain any of it.” Sadness consumes me, and I put my fork down.
My dad is divorced from Victoria, so who will take care of him? Although I tried not to think about all of this when the doctor was discussing rehabilitation and long-term facilities, Detroit is a long way from his home here. My dad has the money to go into an upper-class home. I don’t know how often I could visit, though.
“What do you want for your relationship with him?” Hendrix asks as he reaches out and squeezes my hand.
“I’m not sure, but I don’t want to be cut off from him anymore. I know that much.”
“We’ll take it one day at a time, then. Sort the shit as it happens.”
I smile at his confidence and try to eat a little more.
“While we’re here … do you believe Bryce; that he wasn’t in Detroit?”
“I believe him. I was feeling alone. I was feeling raw from everything. It was dark, I heard something, and I let my mind get the best of me.”
“All right, I got it. Next time you feel something like that, you come to me. Bottom line, I walk you to your car from now on.”
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.