Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers #1)

by Chelsea Camaron

  I start to run as an arm wraps around my waist from behind, stopping me.

  “Please don’t,” I yell. “Oh, God, please.”

  “Livi? What the hell is going on?”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Hendrix

  She starts to shake as her hands fist my jacket, and she pulls me closer.

  “Jesus, Livi,” I whisper as I look down to see tears are falling down her cheek. I can’t help pulling her against my chest. “It’s okay, girl.”

  After a few moments, she stops shaking, and then I feel her start to pull away. I don’t want that to happen. It feels good to hold her, to be near her, but I let her go anyway.

  She wipes her eyes and sniffs then bends down and looks for something.

  “What did you lose?”

  “My keys.” Her voice quivers.

  “Okay, let’s find them.” I bend down to help her and notice the sewer grate near where she was looking. I pull my keys out, and using my keychain flashlight, turning the light down the drain. “Uh, Livi?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I think we may have a problem.”

  She steps over and looks down. “Awe, pickles.”

  “Your spare key is back under your fender. I can call a friend and get those ones tomorrow. No big deal.”

  “My apartment keys are on it.”

  “You have a super who lives in your building?”

  She shakes her head as her lip quivers. “And I don’t have my spare, either.”

  “You do. It’s under—”

  “I took it out this morning.”

  “Why would you of all people do that?” I laugh, trying to ease her worry, because apparently, now I want do that for her, too.

  “I thought someone was following me last night.” She scowls as she rubs her ass. “It’s not at all funny.”

  “Okay, tell me why you would think that.”

  She looks up into my eyes. Her mouth starts to open, but she quickly snaps it shut and shakes her head.

  “What do you mean, no? If you have a problem, then I need to know about it.”

  She tilts her head and again looks at me. She is about ready to say something when her brows knit, and her jaw clamps shut again.

  Now I get pissed.

  “Not something to fuck around with. If you have someone who is fucking with you, I can take care of it.”

  “It’s my problem.” She starts to shake again, and her teeth chatter. “I am a grown adult, and I—”

  “Okay, well, get your grown ass in my ride, and you can stay with me tonight.”

  “I can’t stay with you.” Her teeth are now chattering so loud I not only hear it, but see it.

  “Then where you gonna go, Liv?”

  As she shrugs, her eyes begin to glass over, but she is trying her damndest to look pissed. “Fine, but … but—”

  “Let’s go.” I grab her hand and drag her behind me. She’s cold, scared, and defiant as hell, but she will damn well listen to me.

  She tugs on my hand, so I hold tighter as I pick up my pace. “You walk with me, or I carry you.”

  I hear her gasp, but it doesn’t stop me.

  She doesn’t say a damn thing the whole time we drive to my place. Not a word when we pull in the garage, and I kill the engine. There’s still nothing as she gets out of the car and is greeted by Floyd.

  We get upstairs where she takes off her black boots, and I kick off mine. She bends down and straightens them on the mat by the door, making me look down at them. Mine are twice the size of hers. They look odd sitting there like they belong together.

  I grab my phone and shoot a text to my boy at the cop shop to tell him to make sure her car doesn’t get towed and then ask him to check in to getting the keys out of the sewer drain.

  As soon as I put down the phone, Livi clears her throat.

  “If that’s your girlfriend Sadi—”

  “My what?” I nearly choke.

  “The girl kissing on you, the one who seems to have a problem with me, the one—”

  “Why do you rub your ass all the time?” She is doing it again now, and I am amped up on being pissed off, so I let it fly out.

  “What?”

  I fist my hands at my sides. “Livi, you frustrate the hell out of me, even before I knew it was you I fucked that night. You rub your ass, you snort, you’re quirky as fuck, and you—”

  “Sorry to be such a burden.” There she goes, rubbing that thing again.

  “Never once did I say you are a burden. Never once, Liv. That’s not fucking fair. That bitch is one of many.” When she tries to cut me off, I take two steps before covering her sassy little mouth with my hand. “I don’t bring work home. I don’t fuck people who work for me.” I take my hand away.

  “But her,” Livi spits out.

  “A long time ago, she was a distraction. I never hired her. She kind of came with the place. I can guarantee you she hasn’t come by me after I took over. She’s a damn good bartender, though. She’s just a thorn in my side. You want her gone, say the word.”

  She touches her lips and looks down.

  “I have no clue what the hell your deal is, but I’d really like to think the chick who seems to be occupying my mind right now isn’t fucking crazy.”

  “I’m occupying your mind?” she whispers.

  “Olivia, two weeks’ worth of you has left me little time for much else. There’s something about you—and none of it has a damn thing to do with that closet romp—that makes me feel…” I pause and turn my back to her.

  “Feel what?” she asks in an almost panicked voice.

  I shake my head. “Just feel. You know where my room is. Go on and get some sleep. I sent a message to a buddy, so your car won’t be towed, and the keys will be here in the morning.”

  “Hendrix, wait.”

  I stop and turn around. “What is it?” I sigh from exhaustion.

  “What’s your dog’s name?”

  I look at Floyd who is sitting on Livi’s damn foot. “Floyd. Now answer a question for me.”

  She nods and swallows.

  “Who spooked you tonight? Was it Sadi, ‘cause if so, she’s gone.”

  She swallows hard before shrugging. “Someone from my past.”

  I know it is a hard question for her to answer, but she did. That is certainly a start with a woman who doesn’t want to give away much.

  “Did he hurt you?”

  She closes her eyes and nods. A few tears fall, and I am fucking putty.

  I walk back to her and take her hand in mine. “You scared?”

  She opens her eyes, and I see the fear there as she nods.

  “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you, Livi.”

  And I won’t, either. Since Livi marched in here to the beat of her own drum, she’s made my heart beat to the same damn rhythm. There is something about her crazy ass that makes me feel life can be more than existing.

  “I appreciate everything you’ve done, but I am not—”

  “Livi, another question. I’m not trying to put the moves on you or anything, but the ass rubbing, is there a genie or some shit you’re hoping is gonna pop out of that thing?”

  She laughs, snorts, and then shakes her head. “Classy and fabulous.” She rubs her ass again.

  “Not gonna argue, but sometimes I think crazy, as well.”

  She smiles softly and looks down. “My panties make me feel stronger.”

  I close my eyes tight and say a little prayer that there is an explanation behind this shit.

  “The sayings empower me.”

  I open my eyes and look at her for a few seconds as it all dawns on me. “Consent is required, but it wasn’t given at one point.”

  Very slowly, she nods only once.

  “Whoever he was, he better never come near you again, or I will fucking kill him.” I grab her hand and pull her up the stairs behind me.

  Once in my room, I find her some sweats and a T-shirt.

  “Go change in the
bathroom.”

  I am giving her privacy when all I want is to hold her to make her feel safe.

  I change into some pajama pants and crawl into my bed. When she walks out, she looks at me and stops.

  “Come on; you’ve had a rough day. Nothing’s going to happen in here, except me showing you that you have nothing to worry about. All of us are not the same.”

  She crawls into bed with no further hesitation, and she even curls up against me. I shove my arm under her shoulders to pull her tighter.

  “Night, Livi.”

  “Night, Hendrix.”

  She falls asleep in minutes, but I can’t. I watch her lashes lay across her powder white, smooth skin. She has a dimple I have seen on several occasions, normally when she is dealing with our customers. Her hair is dark, a little lighter than mine, and the waves hit just below her shoulders. She has high cheek bones and threatening curves. Threatening because crazy, broken, crying, laughing, pressed against me, or across a damn room, my sanity and inability to stay below half chub is threatened.

  Her scent is one I know I won’t be able to forget. Her taste is top shelf, reminding me of Galliano: sweet, vanilla, citrusy, and woodsy. Nothing like, well, the shit I have tasted before.

  I don’t play like I know what normal is. Thinking of wanting it with her is like a three day hangover. I have never thought of anyone as often. I have never had a burning desire to be a protector, a provider, and a partner until crazy, snorting, squeaks came into my life behind a mask.

  However, she’s an addiction I can’t afford.

  I slide out from under her, sporting a hard-on that isn’t going away. I need a shower now more than I did when I got her back here.

  I shed my clothes and hop in. I squirt some Axe in my hand then grab ahold of my dick, stroking it slow, just like I want to enter her sweet, little pussy. But, fuck if I don’t want to eat it first. This will have to do, though.

  Needing release, I grab a hold of my nuts and give them a tug as I stroke faster and faster.

  “Fuck, Livi,” I groan as I pump faster. I squeeze harder, imagining that tight, little twat strangling me, and close my eyes, picturing her hot fucking curves. I need to come. I know it won’t be the same, but fuck, I need it.

  My balls tighten up and the knowing warmth spreads through me. I have no reason to fight it, no reason to hold back, so I don’t. I rub my thumb over my head, and that is all it takes.

  I shoot off not one, not two, but three times as I lean against the shower wall.

  Chapter Fourteen

  ~Olivia~

  Warm. Quiet. Darkness. Safe. The strong, tattooed arms of Hendrix are wrapped firmly around me. My leg is draped over his, my arm around him, my body half over him, and I feel a burn deep inside to have him. He has one arm under me, resting just at the crest of my ass, while the other is draped over me, his hand relaxed on my back.

  Waking more, my body comes alive with every breath he takes. I move my head, and he chuckles under me as my eyes land on his growing erection.

  “See something you like?” His deep voice vibrates through his chest, sounding sexier than ever.

  Rather than reply, I climb over him and kiss him. Moving my hands to either side of his head, I bring my lips down slowly, softly connecting with his. I wait for the rejection; only, it doesn’t come. His lips part, and then my tongue slips inside as his hands slide down to cup my ass in his oversized sweatpants.

  ‘Classy and Fabulous.’ This is fabulous.

  My nipples harden against the material of his T-shirt as I suck on his bottom lip before pulling away. I search his eyes, wondering what happens next.

  “Consent fuckin’ given, if that’s what you’re searching for.”

  When I nod and bite my lip, he quickly rolls me over onto my back as he devours my mouth. I wrap my legs around him and arch up into him. Wanting, needing, and panting with desire, I am wanton and wild.

  He moves his hands to my hips, tugging at the waistband of the pants. Dropping my legs, I raise up my hips to help him in his endeavors to undress me, opening myself to him.

  His eyes darken in lust. I think he is going to lay over me and kiss me again, but when I reach out to run my hands through his hair, he moves down, kissing my belly.

  “Gotta taste this sweet pussy again.”

  Before I can register what he is telling me, his lips are on me … there. I quiver, I shiver, and oh my, I shake. His tongue is working me over like never before. I remember the closet, but this is so much more.

  Fingers pull my lips apart as his tongue licks, laps, and then he sucks. Stars dance behind my eyelids as I can only grip the sheets and ride out my orgasm.

  He laughs against me, sending vibrations over my core. A finger slides into me, and I automatically clinch around the single digit.

  “So fuckin’ sweet,” Hendrix whispers against me as his finger moves in and out, while his tongue continues to work its magic.

  It doesn’t take long before the building begins inside me again. My thighs grip his head of their own accord.

  Removing his finger, he lays both hands on my inner thighs at the juncture to push my legs off him some. Once he has some space, his tongue dives inside me, and then he shakes his head back and forth. The sensations overwhelm me as his facial hair rubs my inner thighs, and his tongue penetrates me, sending me over the edge into oblivion.

  He pulls his head back, smiling like a man who just won a gold medal. Then, taking the hem of the shirt I am wearing, he slides it up. When I lean up, it is quickly removed and tossed aside.

  Before I can gather my bearings or control of my body, his mouth is on my left breast, sucking. I eagerly arch into him, ready yet again for more.

  He makes me hungry with desire, needy with lust, and overcome with sensuality in a way that doesn’t feel wrong. No, he makes me feel empowered.

  Reaching down, I place my hands on either side of his face and pull him to me for a kiss, tasting myself on him. It only ignites me further.

  I wrap my legs back around him, rocking into his pant-covered erection. I want him. I need him. By golly, I have to have him.

  Sensing my urgency, Hendrix pulls away to remove his pants and grabs a condom from his nightstand. Quickly, he sheaths himself. Then, rolling to his back, he practically picks me up and puts me on top of him. As he lines us up, he only places the tip at my opening, letting me be in charge.

  I run this mother…

  Run it, I do. I slide down onto him slowly, letting my body adjusts to his size. When I rise up again, I don’t lean over to hide myself from him. Instead, I lean back, both hands on his thighs behind me, as I ride him for everything I can. He is trying to hold back, but it doesn’t take long before his hands are on my hips, controlling the pace in which he slides in and out of my slick heat. I am on fire as my body trembles.

  Leaning up, he sucks on my nipple before releasing it with a pop, and that is all it takes to put me over the edge again. I am limp as I come down.

  He thrusts in me three more times before I feel him tighten under me with his release. Exhausted, I can only allow him to kiss me softly before I roll off him and to the side.

  I barely get his shirt and my panties back on as exhaustion takes over. I fall fast asleep before he can even come back from disposing of the condom.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Hendrix

  I can’t sleep. It’s seven-thirty in the morning, and I’m exhausted. I wish could sleep in today, but I fucking can’t. Jagger needs extra cash, so he is opening and says he wants to stay until five or six. It doesn’t happen often. Hell, it has been since before Mom passed that he has even offered. My bar being my baby, I am the one who wakes her up every day and makes sure she is all right, so I never have help opening. She is mine. However, Jagger is my brother, so I’m cool with it.

  Livi is curled up around me like an old cat, soaking up my body heat and putting off some of her own. Fuck, I’m hard. I’m as fucking hard as my damn oak bar. She makes
me this way. I was half hoping I was fucked-up that night and glamorizing the closet romp, but fuck if she is just as good sober as she is drunk. Hell, she is better. She also tastes unbelievable. She is fucking beautiful, and I am not feeling like I’m gonna be done with her hot, little box anytime soon.

  This is not good, not good at all. She is at minimal half-crazy, has been abused, and she fucking works for me. Those are three lines I have never crossed before. I need to get her out of my system, although I need her to get something out of it, too. That way, this little predicament I have found myself in will be cool, be even. Give and take. And fuck, I want to give to her right now. My mouth waters at wanting to give it to her.

  I look down to see she’s looking up at me, her eyes sparkling in the morning light. She looks excited, but cautiously so.

  “Um, I’m sorry?” she says, watching me and gauging my reaction.

  I can’t help smiling. “Is that so.” Not a question, a statement. I know she’s not sorry and neither am I.

  She lets out a sigh as she rests her chin on my chest, never looking away before she shrugs. “I work for you.”

  “Yep.”

  “So, this is normal for you?”

  “Nothing about you is normal.” Maybe I should pull my balls out of my vagina now, ‘cause that is a bitch comment. “No, not normal to sleep with an employee, not normal to have a chick sleep over”—my hand somehow finds its way to her hair—“and not normal to let a sexy, little thing take control.”

  “You think I’m sexy?” She grins as I give her a nod. “I suppose I have been.” She rolls her eyes and sits up. “I mean, I was grinding on you at the fundraiser, and that was a first for me. I mean, the only guy who ever … well, you know…”

  “No, I don’t fucking know.” Bats are in my chest, thumping around, as I sit up.

  She shrugs, blushes, and then shakes her head like she is shaking something off. “Let’s just stick with how sexy I am, shall we?” She licks her lips as she stares at mine.