Hendrix: Caldwell Brothers (The Caldwell Brothers Book 1)

Hearing him say the words, I don’t think; I only react. I grab him and pull him to me, kissing him with every emotion I can find. When I pull away, we are both panting and in need.

I laugh, causing me to snort as he watches me with confusion written in his features.

“Umm … you okay, Livi? I know you’re fuckin’ crazy, but laughing after I tell you how I feel is a blow to a man’s ego, babe.”

“Hendrix Caldwell, you make me stronger than most. You bring out the best in me and push me to do more for myself. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I feel connected to you. You make me a better me. I love you, Broody.” I laugh again, thinking how far we have come in such a short time. Then the snort slips out as his hands come around my waist, pulling me closer before he kisses me.

A car honking has us pulling away and both smiling at each other. For the first time in my life, I feel complete. I feel happy. I feel whole and not broken. In one of the worst of times, Hendrix found a way to make it the best.

He loves me. I mentally pluck the petals from my invisible flower. He loves me. Heck yes!

I imagine my fist pump and booty shake as I smile up at the man I love before I climb into the car so we can go to the hotel.

I doze a little as we drive. The stress of everything is exhausting. My dad is divorced. My step-monster didn’t believe Bryce. And Bryce … is sorry. Forgiveness isn’t forgetting, I once read. Forgiveness is letting go of the emotions holding you back. Bryce being abused himself doesn’t justify his actions. Hendrix is right, though; no means no. In healing, I have to let go.

There is always a fear in letting go, a fear of falling. I am not afraid, though. Hendrix will hold me, comfort me, and challenge me. He will be there just like he was today to let me face anything I need to with him at my back. For the first time in my life, I don’t feel alone. I feel like I have a real partner.

When we get back to the hotel room, Hendrix is quiet as he leads me into our room. I know he has to be tired with the traveling and time zone change. A nap would definitely be okay in my book, as well.

Taking off my shoes, I start to move to the bed. Looking over at Hendrix as he does the same, I smile.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, squeaks?”

“You love me.” I smile bigger.

“Yeah, I do.” He smirks.

Before he can move, I am in front of him. I drop to my knees and unbutton his pants. I have only given a blow job once before, and that was to Hendrix. Reading about it is so not the same as giving one, but I am figuring it out. I fumble a little with his zipper before his hands wrap around mine to stop me. He guides us over to the bed, laying me down, kissing me when I start to talk. He climbs in bed over me and then beside me without stopping our kiss.

I like kissing. I really like kissing Hendrix. However, I was trying to give him something, and he stopped me. Who does that? What man stops a blow job? I thought men loved that stuff. Like pull it out, play with it, sucky, licky, sucky more, add a little teeth, and boom, they blow. That’s what the books say, anyway.

I reach between us, putting my hands down his pants. As I begin to stroke his ever hardening erection through his boxers, Hendrix pulls back, his tongue moving in my mouth as a distraction. I keep my hand in his pants and scoot my butt closer so I can reach in better.

With a groan from Hendrix, I laugh as we kiss. When I can’t stop the snort, our teeth clank.

“Livi, you’re starting something we aren’t finishing.”

“I fully intend to finish the job, Caldwell.” I smirk as I quickly move to have my head over his crotch and free his erection.

Wrapping my mouth around him, I engulf him and suck. Dragging my teeth, I pull back all the way to the top before I open and slide back down. I rest my hands on his thighs for balance as I not so gracefully bob up and down. Before I can continue, Hendrix pulls me off him with a pop.

“Livi, babe. You don’t have to. You’ve had a long day. Let’s get some rest before dinner tonight.”

There is something in his eyes that I can’t read, but he doesn’t look completely into this. I look to his still present erection. I know I can’t take him all in, but I can try. What happened to an ‘e’ for effort? Besides, what man turns down getting sucked off?

Suddenly, I gasp. Then I giggle and snort. Before I can stop myself, I am full on belly laughing, making the entire bed shake.

“Fuckin’ crazy ass,” Hendrix mutters, only making me laugh harder.

“I’m doing it wrong! I’m sucking wrong. Hendrix, why didn’t you tell me?” I snort again. “The last time, I didn’t have a clue. That was my first time doing that.” Embarrassment fills me, and I know my face has to be red.

“A little less teeth would be nice.”

I mentally take note of this. Do I need to write this down? Hendrix would really think I was crazy if I got out a pen and paper right now, though. Okay, less teeth, check.

I nod at him in encouragement to continue.

“Rhythm, Livi. Steady rhythm, like I’m fucking your face.”

Okay, rhythm, check. Wait, should I count or something, so I keep it even?

Pickles, this is a lot to take in, I think as I continue to nod at him.

“Use your hands, too. Stroke me, pull on my balls.”

Hands! I can use my hands. Now I can do this.

Without another word, I wrap my hand around his shaft and begin stroking him as I swirl my tongue around the head of his penis. Hendrix watches me, before finally relaxing, while I create a steady rhythm of stroking, licking, sucking, and tugging on his balls. The more I do it, the more confident I become and the more I relax.

I taste the salt of his pre-cum, and it makes me wild. I twist my wrist as I stroke him, and I suck harder. His balls tighten, his abs flex, and then he fills my mouth with his warm release.

I shake my butt in my success at getting my man off. I swallow it all down and feel proud of my accomplishment. Too bad I have my period, because this seriously has me turned on. I am so going to suck him more often.

I am putting it away and zipping his pants when his hands come to each side of my face, and he pulls me to him.

“Never cease to amaze me,” he says before he kisses me. I wonder if he knows I have those panties already.

Afterward, we snuggle down and take a short nap before getting up to go out to dinner.

We are both snacking on our appetizer when Hendrix gives me a little of his conversation with my dad.

“Did your mom and dad have a relationship?”

I snort. “Not in the least. I am the product of a one night stand. My dad was at a convention for his job, and my mom worked at the hotel he was staying at. He invited her for drinks. She was underage, but she didn’t want him to know she was only eighteen, not twenty-one.” I laugh as I think of the many times my mom has told me about the night I was conceived. “He was twenty-five and thought she was, too. They had dinner, a few too many drinks, and a good time. Thankfully, they exchanged numbers, because, a few weeks later, Mom had to tell him the news.

“Since they didn’t know each other, he wanted a paternity test, even though my mom knew for sure. He has always sent child support, and when I got old enough, I would visit for the holidays and summers because they are too far apart for regular visitation.”

“Seems like he holds a little more for her than a one night stand in the little time I had with him today. He respects your mom.” Hendrix raises an eyebrow at me.

I laugh. “Let’s say my mom is ‘stronger than most.’ Over the years, they maintained a friendship to openly talk about me. They didn’t get bitter until I wanted to stop visiting. I didn’t tell my mom what happened. I think they both felt I was trying to rebel or something. Either way, my mom backed me and my decisions. My dad felt like he was losing out, but step-monster Victoria didn’t want me there anyway, so Dad didn’t fight too hard.”

Our food comes, and it’s a momentary distraction from all the talk of my parents’ history.

“I know this has all been overwhelming. Have you thought about your dad and the future?” Hendrix asks sincerely.

“Yeah, I spoke with the doctors today about his long-term care once he is stable. They have to get the strokes under control. He is partially paralyzed, and they aren’t sure he will regain any of it.” Sadness consumes me, and I put my fork down.

My dad is divorced from Victoria, so who will take care of him? Although I tried not to think about all of this when the doctor was discussing rehabilitation and long-term facilities, Detroit is a long way from his home here. My dad has the money to go into an upper-class home. I don’t know how often I could visit, though.

“What do you want for your relationship with him?” Hendrix asks as he reaches out and squeezes my hand.

“I’m not sure, but I don’t want to be cut off from him anymore. I know that much.”

“We’ll take it one day at a time, then. Sort the shit as it happens.”

I smile at his confidence and try to eat a little more.

“While we’re here … do you believe Bryce; that he wasn’t in Detroit?”

“I believe him. I was feeling alone. I was feeling raw from everything. It was dark, I heard something, and I let my mind get the best of me.”

“All right, I got it. Next time you feel something like that, you come to me. Bottom line, I walk you to your car from now on.”

We leave the restaurant and make it to the hospital for the last ICU visitation of the day. After our visit, we then head back to the hotel room.

We both shower and get into pajamas. Hendrix is in low slung pants that make me want to lick the tattoos covering his abdomen. I’m in his old T-shirt that I have now claimed as my own.

Watching him climb into bed beside me, I feel the heat of my desire building. When Hendrix settles me against his side, my boobs feel heavy as the material rubs against them. Damn, Mother Nature.

Hendrix kisses the top of my head, and I can’t help leaning over to kiss him. What begins soft and sweet quickly escalates into a power exchange of passion. The more I give, the more he takes. The more he gives, the more I want.

I climb over him, enticing him as he swiftly removes my shirt, exposing my breasts to him. His hands come up to cup each round melon. The rough feel of his hands against my soft skin has me ready to beg him to suck them. He massages them gently as I pull away from our kiss. I then arch my back, pushing my boob to his face.

The sensations overwhelm me, my body is on fire, and oh, my goodness, my lady parts come to life as he licks and sucks and cups and ohhhhhhhh … right there. He gets me going.

He flips me to my back and lays over me after removing his pants. His erection rubs over me as he moves to straddle my waist. Cupping my boobs again, he lays his penis between them as he thrusts, pressing my breasts into him. Every touch, I feel more. The tingle builds as the friction of him sliding between my breasts has me wanting more.

I drop my chin to my chest and open my mouth for him. My tongue darts out to tease the head of his penis as his pre-cum drips off it. He picks up his pace, and I lay my hands over his to add to the weight rubbing my boobs. He tenses and goes off, shooting his cum across my chest and neck.

He pulls away to drop his head down to my sensitive nipples, sucking the right one while rolling his thumb over the left. I am so turned on having his cum run down my neck and from everything that is simply Hendrix Caldwell.

He pulls his mouth away then blows against my nipple, and I tremble under him as an orgasm shoots through me. I immediately start laughing, which means snorting, causing Hendrix to lift his head up to look at me.

“You’re not supposed to be laughing, Livi.”

“Hendrix,” I giggle. “I just, umm … I just, you know. We didn’t even … and … you know.” I start laughing again.

Hendrix simply smiles at me. “Let’s clean you up, Livi. Fuckin’ crazy.”

He gets up and leads me to the bathroom for me to shower again. When I come out, Hendrix has moved us to the other, clean bed in our hotel room and is waiting for me to join him. I climb in without hesitation.

Thoroughly satisfied yet unable to sleep, I decide to ask Hendrix about his parents.

“Your mom, you say she has a good heart. So, you’re close with her? I know you’re close with your brothers, but I’ve never seen her around.”