Morrison (Caldwell Brothers #2)

I run my hand down her back and hook her pants and panties with my thumbs before slowly pushing them down as I kiss every inch of flesh I expose. All the while, her strangled little moans test my restraint.

Her hands grip my shoulders as I lift her ankle and pull one leg free, then the next. I run my hands up the back of her legs slowly until her tight little ass is in my hands.

“Never wanted to own any ass I’ve had, little momma.” I kiss her belly, causing her to whimper, so I do it again, feeling a million tiny goose bumps cover her skin.

I lift her leg and put it over my shoulder before running my nose up and down her inner thigh, inhaling her scent. “Never wanted to settle down, have a family, ’cause nothing in my life ever felt better than winning—freedom from the past, from near poverty. And now I know I can do better, be better. Superficial happiness by way of fulfilling material desires was a high. Winning was a high. Making it out was a high, the ultimate high, or so I thought.”

I push a finger inside of her wet folds, making my mouth jealous of my hand. Then I cup her * and push another finger inside slowly as I look up, watching her mouth slowly open and her head fall back.

I lean in and lick her up and down, fingers still working her inside as she trembles. Laying my tongue flat against her clit, I circle it as she cries out my name, and then I take her down, nice and easy.

As her grip loosens on my shoulders, I pull my fingers out and look up at her while I suck her taste from my fingers.

“As I was saying,” I continue as I stand, “I never wanted to own anyone until I tasted platinum. So, right here and now, I am telling you I don’t only want to own you, but I’ll have it no other way.”

She looks mortified, and then, in less than two seconds, angry. She turns her head away, and I grab her arm.

“From the minute I saw you, you fucking owned me. Does it piss me off? Am I running from you? Being an ass because I’m afraid some bitch—and let’s face it, you’ve been a bitch—has me by the balls? Fuck that, Hailey. You own part of my heart.”

She looks back at me. “Part?”

“Oh, don’t you get pissed. The other part of my heart is owned by that little girl. I should be the one who’s pissed, that you stole that shit from me. So, as far as you thinking I own you, it’s the other way around. If you don’t walk away after court tomorrow, you are giving me everything you’ve got, and don’t you dare try to ever take it back. So yes, I want to own you, just as I want you to own me.”

“I already told you we’re yours.”

“Owned.”

She shakes her head. “I just had one of the greatest sexual experiences of my life, Caldwell, and you’re tripping on ‘owned’?”

“You were supposed to agree, and that’s when”—I grab her up in my arms—“I scoop you up like this”—my mouth crashes down on hers, and I drink her in before pulling away—“and kiss you like that.”

Her hands fist in my hair, and she pulls me back into a kiss, this time her tongue seeking control. When I give it to her, she pulls away but continues rubbing my hair between her fingers.

“Then I was gonna look at you and tell you I have fallen in love with you, and you wouldn’t be able to doubt a damn thing.”

“Owned.” She pushes her forehead against mine so we are eye to eye.

“It’s about fucking time.”

We stay like this, staring, sharing a moment. It’s the biggest one in my life, and I am pretty sure, aside from giving birth to Marisa, it is hers, too.

“What were you going to do next?” she says in a whisper so soft I can barely hear it over our beating hearts.

I set her in the tub and climb in behind her. Pulling her onto my lap, I reach between us and push my dick inside her. Then I pull her back against my chest and kiss her softly.

“I love you, little momma.”

Slowly, I guide her hips back and forth on me. Her head falls to my shoulder as I rock her into a slow buildup that ends with an orgasm shared with the chick who owns my heart.

“That,” I whisper against her cheek.

After I dry her body and mine, I decide to shave and make myself presentable for court tomorrow. When I finish, I see Hailey climbing into bed, ass in the air—and tagged “Caldwell’s Little Momma.”

I hurry and grab her hips before she makes it to the top of the bed. “You’re giving me shit about needing the word ‘owned,’ and you’ve already got your ass tagged with my name and yours?”

She rolls over and giggles. “Livi.”

“Aw, yes, Livi.” I kiss her again, ’cause I can’t help it. “What the hell am I gonna do with you?”

“Love me,” she answers with a vulnerability I have never seen in her before, and it is even sexier than the strength I saw in her on the first night.

Strength is a turn-on, but knowing that a woman who has lived the life Hailey has has decided to give me herself and her daughter, to trust in me, to give me lust, desire, and a responsibility I never knew I wanted so badly…

Now, that is sexy on steroids.

So I do just what she asks. I love her. All. Night. Long.

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