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 * 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.
“Tired?”
“Uh-huh.” She wraps her hands around my neck.
“Sore?”
She looks up at me and nods her head.
“I like that you’re still feeling me, Livi. I like it a lot.”
“I bet you do.” She nuzzles in again. “They’re gonna move him in a couple days.”
“I heard. You good with that?”
“I am. It’s a nice place. If everything goes well, he’ll be able to live unassisted. They’re hopeful.”
“If things don’t go perfect, Livi, we’ll figure it out together.” I grab her hand from behind my neck, link our fingers, and then kiss her knuckles. “Together.”
...
By the end of the week, we are back in Detroit, and as grateful as I am that my brothers stepped up, they left a fucking mess. Livi has the day off, yet she comes in with me even though I all but insist she stay home. Still, I love having this hot, little ass attached to me.
I try to act like it is no big thing, but she is all wide-eyed when she looks around.
“You okay?” she asks as she rubs my back.
“Yeah,” I lie.
“Let’s get this place cleaned up. I know it’s gotta be bugging you since it’s bugging me.”
“Go rest. You’re bleeding and shit. Gotta be tired.”
“I can’t believe you just said that.” She giggles with a snort.
“I can’t believe you won’t let me touch it,” I say as I reach down and rub between her legs.
“I think you’ll make it.” She steps back, shaking her head.
I grab her and pull her closer. “You’ve been taking care of me, but, Livi, I am jonesin’ to bury my tongue—”
“Welcome back,” Morrison interrupts, walking out of the back, shirtless and buttoning his pants. “How’s your old man?” He walks up to Livi and pulls her into a big bear hug, hiding her face against his chest as he nods his head. Then, while two chicks come sneaking out of the back and beeline it to the door, he gives me a wink, and I shake my head.
When he finally lets go of Livi, she looks at me, and I merely shrug and roll my eyes.
“Things are fine,” she says, stepping back. “But this place is trashed.” She gives him a look, one like our momma used to give us when we fucked up.
He’s caught off guard. “Well, I…”
“You should have had them two”—she points to the door—“help you clean up instead of making them sneak out.”
His jaw drops, and he runs his hand through his hair. “They, um, they were too drunk to drive?”
I want to bust up laughing. Morrison is never at a loss for words, and Livi is being all badass, not even rubbing that ass. I am fucking starving for her now.
As he clears his throat and looks at her, I see his eyes. I know shit is about to get funky.
“Babe, they couldn’t even walk straight, so how do you expect them to clean up?”
“They looked to be walking just fine.” She laughs as she bends over to pick up a bottle. She hands it to him. “Someday, you’ll be able to handle one all by yourself.”
“What?” He grins.
“I just don’t understand why you needed the other chick to help you out,” she says, tossing it out over her shoulder as she walks past him. She looks at me and smiles. “I’m going in the kitchen.”
“Where all women belong,” Morrison yells to her.