Her paw comes up over her nose to cover her eyes like she disagrees with my play date idea. Too bad, baby girl, too bad. I laugh to myself again.
Morrison emerges from his room in basketball shorts and no shirt with his blonde hair a mess on top of his head. I giggle, looking at the clock to see it is four in the afternoon.
He moves through the kitchen silently, getting an orange juice from the fridge.
“Long day, slick?” I laugh more.
“Livi, my days are your nights, and you should know, when a Caldwell is involved, it’s definitely a long one.”
“Anyways, how long are you in town this time?” I ask him since he is gone more than he’s home.
Hendrix has stressed over the last two months that this is my home. The one day I even considered the idea of finding my own apartment again, I was quickly shut down.
“Livi, do you not live here now? Do I not have panties in my sock drawer? Have I moved one thing that you purposely came in here and put with my stuff?”
I open my mouth in shock that he knew I did that to mess with him.
“No, I haven’t. Have I complained about having you here? Have you had any complaints about being here? Why would you move out? Did I not tell you I wanna put a Caldwell in your belly? If we’re gonna do all that, then why the fuck would you move out?”
A smile builds as I think back to Hendrix reminding me he wants me here, and I belong.
“Stop thinking about my brother when I’m trying to have a conversation here, Livi.” Morrison smirks at me.
“Sorry, I kinda think about him all the time.” I smile bigger.
“Fuckin’ crazy broad. Swoonin’ and shit over the wrong damn Caldwell.”
I punch Morrison in the arm. “He’s the right Caldwell for me. One day, a woman is gonna come along and lay you flat out, slick.”
“Oh, women lay me out all the time, Livi, right before they climb on my cock,” Morrison replies arrogantly.
“Make sure you wrap it up, Morrison. Some things you can’t smooth talk your way out of, ya know,” I remind him, laughing, yet wanting to protect him at the same time.
“I can smooth talk my way out of anything, Livi. Don’t underestimate me.”
“Never, slick.” I simply shake my head at him.
What more can I say? He truly has a ‘poker face.’ He is unreadable. I feel it in my bones that there is more to him than the playboy he personifies. He simply won’t let anyone see it. One day, though, one day.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hendrix
It’s Monday night, and Livi’s mom is coming; as a result, we’re getting ready for her visit. Livi is excited, yet nervous. I should be the one who is nervous. My pad is a flophouse for my brothers, I own a bar, and I’m banging her little girl, trying to knock her up, like, trying all the fucking time.
Shit, now I’m hard.
“Livi?” I yell to her. She’s in the bar, and I’m in the kitchen.
“Yeah?” she asks as she walks in.
I smile when I see her wipe the back of her hand over her forehead, ridding herself of the sweat she’s worked up.
“Can you reach across here and grab that rag?”
“You can’t?” She shakes her head and laughs before bending over in front of me.
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 *, Livi. My *. 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.