Hendrix (Caldwell Brothers #1)

by Chelsea Camaron

  I start to pull her head to me, but I don’t want that shit, so I stop.

  She looks at me, confused again. “Why did you stop?”

  “Honestly?”

  She smiles and gives a small nod.

  “Last night should have never happened.”

  “Sor—”

  “Don’t be sorry; be you. Be real. You don’t want something, don’t give it to me. I’m a man, Livi. I want you, but I really liked you last night. Hell, I liked you in the closet. I like you.”

  “You like me, but you just stopped when you were gonna kiss me?” Her brows furrow a bit.

  I dig her no bullshit ways, and I like the way she talks so openly. As a result, I decide to be candid with her, as well.

  “You wanna kiss me, you kiss me. You wanna—”

  Her lips are on mine in the blink of an eye. Her little tongue slips between my lips, and I begin to pull her astride, but when I realize what I’m doing, I stop. What does she do? She climbs on top of me while our tongues continue rubbing, and her hips start grinding.

  “Liv,” I say, holding her hips still.

  “Yes?” she asks in a lusty voice.

  “You want something, you need to ask me for it.”

  “I want…” She blushes then shrugs. “I want you.”

  “I’m all in, but this needs to be a give and take with you and me.”

  She nods eagerly. Damn, she is fucking crazy, but damn, I can’t stop myself.

  I flip her on her back, and she squeals.

  “Consent?” I ask as I kiss from her lips to her jaw.

  “Given.” Her eyes widen the lower I kiss down her body.

  I am between her tits, and suddenly, I hate my vintage Motley Crew tee she wore to bed. I get to her belly, lift the shirt, and dip my tongue in her belly button.

  She pushes her leg out from underneath me so I am lying between them. She then bites her lip as I rub my morning stubble across her panties and she arches her back to me.

  I stop and look up, and she reaches down then sticks her finger in my mouth. As I start to suck on it, she hooks that little finger and drags me by the jaw down toward her pussy.

  “I want you there.”

  “Is that so?” I half chuckle as she drags me closer.

  I push her panties aside, tearing them accidentally, and then my mouth covers her. No lead up, no tease, I dive in.

  “Yes, please … Oh, Hendrix … Caldwell … Oh, God!”

  My tongue laps at her sweet, little honey pot, and I groan, unable and unwilling to hide the satisfaction I get out of her pussy. She moans, her hands fisting my hair as she pushes up against me.

  I wrap my arms around her legs and spread her wider then motorboat that honey. I want her all over my face. I want to smell her all day. I want to feast on her forev—hours. Fuck!

  She tenses as I feel her building. I shove my finger inside her, giving the come hither as I suck on her clit. It doesn’t take much more before she falls apart, pulling my hair, riding my hand, and crying out my name.

  While she comes down from her high, I watch her pant and think to myself, Jimmy Hendrix would have died a happy man if he was asphyxiated by her pussy instead of his own vomit. I sure as hell could check out right now and be a happy man, and I haven’t even come yet.

  Yet.

  I kiss up her body, dragging her shirt up with my teeth and uncovering her breast.

  “Consent?”

  “Given,” she pants as I take her little pebble in my mouth and circle it with my tongue.

  I tear myself away from her and sit up on my knees. Then, I grab her behind the knees and pull her closer before lining myself up. I stroke my head up and down her drenched slit and groan. As I look up, she is pushing up on her elbows to watch.

  “Fucking hot.”

  “Sexy,” she says, nudging forward, asking without words for my cock.

  “Sexy,” I say as I slam into her.

  “Hendrix!” is screamed again, while I still when I am all in.

  “Sorry, Livi, I can’t hold back.”

  “Don’t,” she moans, “Make Lo—” She stops and squeezes her eyes shut. Then, in the tiniest, littlest voice, I hear her brave the words, “Fuck me.”

  And fuck her, I do. Her hips in hand, I slam in and out of her as she fists the sheets, looking sexy as fuck, and I keep at it. Her head thrashes from side to side as she bites her lip.

  Her pussy strangles me, letting me know she’s ready to come again. I quicken the pace, wanting to release with her, come together, her and I.

  Moments later, I do come, holding nothing back, and she is right there with me. Fucking screaming orgasm, best kind there is.

  Afterward, her eyes are hooded, yet open as she watches me roll to my side. She is panting and so am I as I watch her stare blankly at the ceiling.

  I take her hand and rub her knuckles before I rub them across my lips. “Best pussy ever.”

  She swallows hard and nods once.

  “Shit, did I do something wr—”

  “Did you have a condom on?” Her voice trembles.

  “You know I didn’t. No time; couldn’t help it. I’m clean, though. I’ve been tested. Never been bareback before, and your pussy is so tight I’m sure nothing has been in there in a while.” I roll to my side and plant a kiss on her swollen red lips.

  She sits up slowly and pulls the shirt down. She can’t even look at me. Tears well in her eyes, and I feel like I have been punched in the gut twice. First, because she is about to cry, and second, because I don’t ever get caught in the moment, not after Mom.

  “Okay, don’t cry, Livi. Shit,” I say as I grab her hand, pulling her up to give her a little hug. “I’m clean. I never go without a condom.”

  “I’m clean, too. I lost someone, so I get tested.” She wipes her eyes and looks up at me. “What if…”

  “What if, what?” I am trying not to panic. I don’t wanna freak her out any more than she probably is. “I swear, Livi, I am clean.”

  “You sterile, too?”

  “No.” I laugh. “Besides, you’re on the pill or that shot thing, right?”

  “No,” she mumbles.

  I jump up. “You aren’t!” Holy fuck! I never even considered that shit. I grab her hand and lead her in the bathroom. “You wanna try to—I don’t know—clean it up?” I let go of her by the toilet and walk to the tub. “How hot can you—I mean … how do you like your bath?”

  “I like hot.” She sniffs.

  I look back at her as I turn the water on, secretly wanting to scorch those little fuckers swimming around up in there.

  “Livi, I wasn’t trying to be a dick. I assumed and well…”

  “I wasn’t even thinking about—”

  “Okay, it’s fine.” I stand up, lift the toilet lid, and am just shy of pushing her down and wiping her pussy when she looks at me oddly. “Shit, sorry. You go ahead.”

  I walk out, hoping she scrubs herself good, getting rid of my load, leaving only the delicious taste inside.

  I pace back and forth, running my hands through my hair, and wait until I hear the flush. When I walk back in, she is bare-assed and stepping in the tub. Her ass is fucking beautiful.

  Looking at her, I watch as she glances over her shoulder at me, catching me squeezing myself, trying to avoid the hard-on I feel coming on fast.

  “Sexy still?” she asks, seeking approval. That’s the third gut punch.

  “Hell yes,” I say honestly, ‘cause that round ass is nothing but. “I’m gonna make breakfast—”

  “Don’t worry about it,” she says as she sits down in my tub. “Don’t you have to open soon?”

  She grabs my washcloth and washes her face.

  “No. Jagger needed a shift, so I have the day free.”

  “And night. It’s my—”

  “Livi, I was serious about giving you some time off. You work forty hours a week, plus twenty-eight at the bar. That’s too much.”

  “No, I need it.” S
he looks away, washing her arm. “I’m behind on a few things and have the car—”

  I am sporting wood and need to get the fuck out of there, or I am gonna bruise her pretty little pink pot. “Need anything before I get out of here and make us some breakfast?”

  “Did your friend call you about the keys? I need some, um,” she pauses and then whispers, “panties.”

  I smile and nod. “I’ll call him. You enjoy your bath. Make sure you try to—”

  “Hendrix?” Her eyes are wide.

  “Sorry, you’re still damn sexy, Livi, with or without my sp—”

  She chucks the wet washcloth at me, and we both laugh. “Out, you!”

  I toss it back, walk out of my room, and want to bash my head against the wall. Hot sex, naked chick in my tub—scratch that, sexy, naked chick who I am digging in my tub—and I am worrying about one in the heat of the moment accident? Fuck, I am losing my shit.

  I text my boy, finding out her keys are literally stuck. Shit’s frozen, and she won’t be getting them back for a day or so. That news makes my dick dance in my pants. Wonder if she’ll hang here until then? The car is cool for now. No tow. I just gotta find her spare.

  By the time I scramble up some eggs, make some toast, squeeze some orange juice, she is still not out of the tub. I make her a plate and pace. It’s been a long time since I have felt this way. Fuck, who am I kidding? I have never felt this way.

  I look at the clock to see it has been fifteen minutes. I grab her plate and walk up the stairs, thinking she can eat in bed. Hell, I’ll eat her while she eats in bed, maybe tongue out any remnants of my swimmers.

  I stop when I hear her singing. She has this sweet voice that makes me stop and listen closer.

  “Won’t let nobody hurt you. I’ll stand by you. So if you’re mad, get mad. Don’t hold it all inside. Come on and talk to me now...”

  She isn’t singing loud, but the words to “I’ll Stand By You” by the Pretenders hold a deafening sound.

  “Hey, what you got to hide? I get angry, too. Well, I’m a lot like you. When you’re at a crossroads and don’t know which path to choose, let me come along, ‘cause—”

  Then I hear nothing.

  I knock on the door and push it open then walk over to the tub. Her feet are on the edge, and her head is submerged with her eyes closed. When her lids open, she jumps up, splashing water everywhere.

  “You scared the heck out of me,” she says as she holds her hand to her chest.

  I keep my eyes on hers. “Sorry, you’ve been in here awhile.”

  “Sorry, the water is just really warm.”

  “All right, then.” I set the plate on the bathroom counter and try to come up with what to say next.

  “Hey, man—whoa. Shit, it’s Livi.”

  I look back, seeing Jagger heading out the door.

  Livi and I have the same damn expression on our faces—shocked and holy shit—until she starts to laugh and snort then covers her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I grumble and squeeze my eyes closed.

  “I am so sorry,” she giggles. “I—”

  “Don’t worry about it. Look, your keys are gonna take a while to get out. Anyone have a spare?”

  “No,” she says, trying not to laugh, and I shake my head. “What a mess.”

  “The entry door locked?”

  “To my place?” She points to herself.

  “Yeah.” I nod.

  “If you jiggle it enough, you don’t need one.”

  “Your spare set of keys to the car…?”

  “On the table next to the door.” She starts to get out, so I grab her a towel.

  “You stay here. It’s cold out. I’ll grab you some”—I pause and shake my head—“panties and clothes.”

  “You can’t get in,” she says as she wraps the towel around her. “You gotta jiggle it just right.”

  “I can.”

  She remains hesitant and starts looking around, avoiding eye contact. I don’t give her a chance to talk me out of it or distract me, though. She’s always avoiding questions with more of her crazy.

  “Apartment number, Livi?”

  “1223,” she mumbles.

  “When you’re dressed, we’ll get your car so you can go back home and chill. Eat, Livi.” I point to the food. “I’ll be back soon.”

  I walk down the stairs and look at Jag who has a shit-eating grin on his face.

  “Shut the fuck up and come with me. We’ll give Livi some privacy while we grab her car. Then you need to get your ass to the bar.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  ~Olivia~

  I hate that he is going to see where I live. I mean, it’s not a hole in the wall, but it’s not like his place, either. Although, I guess I have nothing to be ashamed of. It is mine, and I am supporting myself.

  I rub my butt and nothing. I am in his sweats

  The feeling of the material against my exposed skin is a reminder of how out of control I get whenever Hendrix Caldwell is concerned. I have never been this eager and free to have sex with anyone before. I have been on this journey since adolescence to find a way to be comfortable in my own skin.

  Bryce was a teen boy. I was a young, teen girl. Neither of us were old enough or mature enough to deal with our hormones, much less what he would do in my bedroom those nights. It wasn’t until I found the website to order my empowerment panties that I was able to begin to feel okay about my own strange desires when he would touch me.

  Sure, I didn’t ask for it. Yes, I would say no, even if it was in a whisper behind the cover of my shirt. My head was always covered. He didn’t have to look at my face, and I didn’t have to worry about my own embarrassment as my body reacted. I said no, but I didn’t fight. I didn’t resist. I wasn’t an active participant, but I felt. I felt it all.

  Walking around to find a linen closet, I feel the ache between my legs, a reminder of my activities with Hendrix. I felt him, too. I felt it all, and it felt good, really good. I smile to myself.

  He says it is a give and take between us. If he could only understand, he is giving me more than anyone ever has. He is allowing me to take back my body, my sexuality. He is allowing me to take back myself. Hendrix Caldwell, mister Broody himself, is giving me back a piece of myself that was lost so long ago.

  I continue to smile to myself as I find the linen closet to change the bed sheets. Stripping his bed, I can’t help lifting the sheets to my face and breathing them in. The scent, a mix of me, him, and sex. It is heady, it is naughty, and it makes me hot all over again.

  An hour later, the door opens while I am cleaning up the kitchen. I watch as Hendrix walks in with two big boxes with Jagger behind him, carrying two huge garbage bags.

  “What’s going on?” I ask, taking one of the boxes to ease his load.

  “You aren’t going back there,” Hendrix says as he sets a box down and starts heading to the door. Broody is back in full effect.

  Jagger looks at me, winks, shrugs, and then sets the bags down.

  “Wait, is this my stuff?” I gasp.

  Hendrix pauses, while Jagger walks right past him and down the stairs. Hendrix turns around and looks at me. His lips are in a straight line as he stares at me.

  “Hendrix?”

  “You’re gonna stay here till we find you a place that’s—”

  “Wait, hold on, stop right there.”

  “Livi, I blew on your door, and the fucking thing opened. The hallway smells like animal and human waste, and your apartment reeks of bleach, so I know you are trying, but no one else is. I passed a cockroach trying to carry your couch out the fucking door.”

  “It’s fine.”

  “No, it’s not fine,” he snaps and waves his hand around the space. “This is fine. That place…” He starts pacing. “There was a crack-head in the hallway, passed out. When I walked in, there was a flood on the floor from pipes bursting. The clothes in that bag are soaked.

  “You know what, it doesn’t matter. I have plenty of r
oom here. You’ll stay, or you can call a friend, but I’ll be damned if the chick who shared my bed last night lives like that.”

  “You’re hurting my feelings.” I know I am going to cry. I feel the burn of the tears building.

  “Babe, I’m not trying to, okay?”

  “What does Sadi’s place look like, a palace?” My voice fails me by the end of my question, cracking.

  “I don’t give a shit if she’s neighbors with the fucker selling crack out of your building right in the hall, right outside your door. She’s not you,” he snaps.

  I start to talk, but he holds his hand up, stopping me.

  “I’m gonna help you get back on your feet. You can have any room here, except Jag’s. You come and go as you please, and you can cook or some shit for rent, but I will not allow you to live like that, Livi. I could see my fucking breath in your place. Now, I’m gonna bring the rest of your shit up. You’re gonna pick a room and unpack, and I’m going to work. The place is yours. Your car is in the garage, spare key to this place already on the keychain. You’re in control here, girl. You’re also warm and can take a damn three hour bath if you want.”

  “You said you didn’t have to go in.”

  “I’m going in. You’re staying here and settling in. When you find a place, I have furniture. Your shit is ruined.” Without another word, he leaves.

  I am in control. He gave me that. Okay, give and take, I think to myself.

  The room I have been in is just fine by me. I open one of the boxes they brought in and begin to pull out my things. Pulling out my panties, I look at the first pair I pick up. ‘Unpredictable.’ Yes, I will be unpredictable.

  I laugh to myself as I change into my own clothes. Once in my clothing, I start sorting through what can be saved from the water damage. When I have everything I can keep in a pile, I begin to add my things into his personal space. I am sure he won’t be expecting to find my panties beside his socks when he gets home. I couldn’t find an underwear drawer for him, so the sock drawer will have to do.

  I rub my butt and smile. If he is going to pack me up without a discussion and then disappear, he can deal with me settling in.

  Floyd follows me as I put my simple touches throughout Hendrix’s space. Her head tilts to the side as if she wants to shake her head in disapproval as I take out my movies and line them up on his entertainment center.