I line us up, hiss when my head hits her hot wet *, and she whimpers.
I lean back against the wall. “I have every intention of making you walk funny for a week.”
“Bring. It…” I slam into her, and she cries out, “On.”
“Brought,” I hiss as I pound into her over and over. “How does my cock feel, Livi?”
“So good,” she cries into my shoulder.
“I’m raw inside you, Livi.”
“Feels so—” She springs up and looks at me, shocked.
“I’m gonna knock you up and love you forever. Can you handle that?”
Tears well in her eyes, but she smiles and nods. “Forever?”
“Fuck, yes. You and me and a shit load of Caldwells.”
I see her look up like she’s trying to figure it out, and then she looks at me. “Four.”
“Four’s a start.” I smile back. “We’ll start by fucking one in you now.”
“Consent given.” She smiles, laughing until I thrust inside of her again.
“Babe, don’t laugh when my dick is in that pretty, little * of yours. Makes me want to bruise it.” I slam in again.
“I think I’d like that,” she says in a husky voice.
My mouth crashes over hers. Our tongues dance, our bodies’ rhythms are in sync, and my balls are on fire. I’m not about to stop fucking her against the kitchen wall. She told me to bring it, and bring it I will.
She comes three times and is limp in my arms when I finally fill her with my cum. I then slide down the wall with her on my lap as we both try to catch our breaths.
“I love you, Olivia.”
“I love you, Hendrix,” she moans sweetly.
I hear the door and groan, allowing my head to fall back and hit the wall.
She laughs. “I’d take care of it, but I don’t know if I can walk yet.”
“That just made me hard again.” I smile, but I’m not joking. I love her feeling me still. “Stay put. I’ll come back and bang you up some more.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Olivia
Things are moving so fast, yet at a crawl at the same time. Hendrix is everything I could ever want and so much more. He says I’m crazy, and maybe I am. I have fallen head over heels in love with him in such a short time. More than that, I want to have his baby. Yes, I am completely nuts.
I put my forearm against my forehead. Nope, no fever. I’m not delirious unless it is deliriously in love.
Are we repeating our parents’ mistakes? My parents never married, nor did his.
I allow my mind to envision us five years from now with two kids. I don’t see myself without him. Hendrix completes me in so many ways. When I have problems, I can go to him, and he is there to hold my hand as I sort it all out. He is my partner. Heck, if I am real about it, he is my protector and my provider. He is everything my mother never had with my father.
Could she have had more with my dad? With the small conversation my dad had with Hendrix where he said my mother was better, I can’t help but wonder, what if? My mom is happily remarried now, but could my childhood have been different? If they had been different, if circumstances had been different, Bryce would have never been in my life.
Bryce. Even after all this time, it comes back to him.
I haven’t told my mother. Things have been so chaotic lately I have only made quick calls to update her on my dad’s progress. If I am going to have my dad come here, I need to have a serious conversation with my mother, though. It’s only fair since my dad knows. I blow out a breath. No time like the present.
“Hey, Livi,” she greets as she answers on the first ring.
“Mom, how’s your day been?” I ask nonchalantly.
We aren’t close like some mothers and daughters, yet we are in our own way. My mom has supported me to the best of her ability. She has always worked. And although she made time for me, after things began with Bryce, I pulled away from her, from everyone. As a single mom for those first years, she struggled. Then, she married my stepdad, and we were better, although still only a middle-class family.
“Long day at work. Charlie still isn’t home. He’s doing overtime since Jason needs braces. Any updates on Darren?”
“He’s stable. He will need to have a private nurse or a long-term care facility. With the divorce from Victoria, he lives alone. Mom…” I sigh.
“What is it, Livi? Something is bothering you.”
“Would it bother you if Dad were to relocate to a facility here in Detroit? Would you feel left behind?” The balance of being a child with two homes; I don’t want her to feel like I am giving my dad more than her.
“Honey, you moving to Detroit was scary. You went so far from home, so far from me, from your dad. I know the teen years are hard. I know Victoria put a strain on your relationship with Darren for all those years. In some ways, I think I would feel better if Darren were closer. At least you would have someone. Not saying your friends aren’t enough, but family is everything, Livi.”