Hendrix: Caldwell Brothers (The Caldwell Brothers Book 1)

I wanna make her feel exactly how good everything can be … with my tongue.

I grab her hips, push my thumbs just under her waistband, and wait for consent to be fucking given. She responds by reaching out and stroking my hard-on.

It’s fucking on.

I unbutton her pants and am shimmying them down as I sink to my knees.

“Honey pot,” I say as I rub my nose across her panties and tug them down, ripping them on purpose this time.

Her hands go to the back of my head, and she moans as I run my tongue over her swollen, hot, little, pink lips.

“Step out.”

As soon as she does, I lift her left leg over my shoulder, pushing a finger inside while I circle her clit.

“I love your tongue,” she moans as she pushes her pussy against my face.

“Mmm,” I respond as I lap it up.

“Oh, God,” she squeaks. “Already. Not yet. Not—” I pull away, and she looks shocked. “I want you.”

“You said not—”

Her hand fists my hair, and she pulls me against her again. I chuckle as I suck on her lips.

“Yes, yes, w-w-wait!” She pulls away, and holy shit, I now know she is crazy.

“Livi, come on, babe. I’ve been having the LTs all week long,” I groan. She looks at me like I’m the one who is nuts. “DTs? What drunks—”

“I know what you said, but…”

“L, Livi”—I grab her hip and push a finger inside her—“T, tremens.”

She starts grinding against my hand. “I thought you meant…” she pauses. “Oh, God…” Her hand rests on my shoulders, steadying herself. “Deep throat.”

“Son-of-a-bitch.” I finger her harder, faster, as I reach my other hand up and shove my finger in her mouth. “Do you have skill?”

It takes her a moment to figure out what I am saying, and then her eyes widen. As she pulls away, I think how fucking stupid I was to mention that shit. “Babe, how about we forget that conversation, and you get your ass back over here and fuck my face?”

Instead, she goes to her knees, fumbling with my belt. Fuck, she’s gonna show me skill, and then I will die one happy son-of-a-bitch.

I push up on my knees and help her pull my jeans down. Then, she’s on my cock like a twenty-one-dayer is on a draft. She is crazy and moaning and stroking and—really, really bad at this.

Her fucking rhythm is all off, and I am trying like hell to make her feel in control and shit, but what I really want to do is push my face back in that bush and forget this shit ever happened, ‘cause no man hates a blow job. Fuck, no man would ever complain about one, and I would never stop someone from sucking my cock, but Livi, well, she’s fucking Livi.

I close my eyes. I am gonna try real damn hard to forget she sucks at sucking, ‘cause I fucking like this chick, and I really may want to keep her around. However, annoyances are annoyances, and you can never un-see something like this. She is out of control, and I am not losing my erection, fuck no, I’m not, but I gotta put an end to this right quick.

I pull back. “Livi, I want your pussy in my mouth so bad right now.”

And I do. Thank fuck that didn’t change.

She sits up on her knees, and I try to lay her back.

“No, you,” she stops me.

“You gonna sit on my face?” Oh, hell yes, I think to myself and lay back.

She moves on top of me, reverse cowboy, and I dip my fingers into her hips, dragging her hot box up and down my face as she leans over and starts stroking me. Then, she leans in and starts sucking me again.

Fuck.

I am trying not to falter here and decide to just focus on Liv’s sweet pussy instead of my dick getting scrapped up by teeth and shit. I start sucking on the clit then lapping at the lips before slowly tongue fucking her. I am holding her hips, dragging her slowly up and down my face when she starts slowing down. I kid you not, she is mimicking my speed and pleasure, and now, motherfucker, Livi is giving me the best damn blow job I have ever had. Her tongue stays flat to my shaft, and she begins sucking with perfect pressure. My balls are instantly on fire, and I am damn close to blowing.

I lift her hips to tell her to stop, but she doesn’t.

“Liv,” I groan, “unless you want a mouth full of Caldwell cocktail, you need to stop.”

She doesn’t.

“I won’t warn again,” I growl.

She only takes me deeper.

So I pull her back onto my face and go at her hard. As she starts to tremor, my balls are on fire, and I swear to fuck we both come at the same time. Then my Livi, my crazy, little Livi, fucking keeps it deep and swallows.

When I am done, she rolls to her side and then sits up. “Wow,” she pants.

“Best blow job ever.” It’s only half a lie. The second time was true.

“Really?” She blushes.

“Yeah, Liv, you are amazing.”

She smiles and chews on her lip while she blushes. “I like you, a lot.”

“I like you, a lot, too.”

We stare at each other in pre-orgasmic lust, and I know damn well, aside from family, I have never in my life liked someone as much as I like Olivia.

“Please go back to our place and get some rest.”

“I’d like to spend time here with you.” She does a little shrug thing.

“Okay—”

“No, Hendrix, I really have missed you all week.” There is sadness in her voice.

“How about I fix us something to eat, and we chill until it gets busy?” I laugh. “It’ll be like a date.”

“Never been on one.”

“Me, either.”

*.*.*.*

We’re sitting at the bar, eating burgers, when Sadi comes in. She immediately huffs, “I thought I was working Thursday nights, alone.”

“Livi’s not working, Sadi. She and I are eating dinner together.” I wink at Livi, and she smiles, her eyes lighting up. “I keep telling her to go home—she works too much—but she wants to fight me about it,” I joke.

“Not like you to put up with shit from a—”

“Watch yourself, Sadi.”

“So I tiptoe around the—”

“Listen, Sadi, the stuff you said to me the other night, well, not that it’s any of your business, but he’s already had it.”

Sadi laughs like it is a joke, and I laugh at Livi trying to be badass.

“As a matter-a-fact, we live together.” Hearing her say this makes it … well, real.

“Yeah, right,” Sadi scoffs with an evil laugh and looks at me. When I don’t laugh and don’t deny it, her jaw drops. “She’s joking.”

“No, she’s not.” I laugh now, because Sadi’s face is hanging open in shock. “Almost a week now.”

“Taking in strays now?”

I look over at Livi, and now she’s not so badass. No, she looks embarrassed.

“Nope, I moved her in myself. So, like I said when you walked in, watch yourself with this one. She is a damn good friend.”

I give Livi a wink then take our plates into the kitchen. When I come out, she is getting her things.

“Tired?” I ask, brushing her cheek with my fingertip.

She nods.

“Good, get some rest. I’ll see you soon.” I lean in and kiss the top of her head as Jagger walks in, shaking his head.

“See ya.”

“Shit.” I pull her into me and whisper, “When do you get your, your—”

“Should be any day,” she responds in a cool tone.

As the bar begins filling up, Sadi starts fucking shit up. A female bartenders on ladies’ night is a dumb ass move to begin with, but a bitchy one certainly isn’t what I need.

Jagger and Morrison are playing the crowd well and end up shirtless before the bar dancing even starts up. I am out back when Jagger comes out, “She’s a bad fucking idea.” He’s referring to Sadi’s bitchiness. “Where is Livi?”

“I sent her home. She works too much.”

“Are you kidding me? She loves it here. How’d she take it?” Jagger is being a douche, trying to push me, and I am in no mood to explain myself.

“It’s really none of your business how she takes anything. She’s mine to worry about.”

“What do you mean, worry about?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“I didn’t use a baby bag the other night. Thought she was on the pill or something. There’s a chance that she could—”

“Holy shit, man!” Jagger is beaming as he says it.

“No, dude, this isn’t good. I have no business being someone’s old man.”

“Come on, H.” He chuckles.

“None of us do,” I snap at him. “We don’t know how to be.”

“Are you joking? Mom was both, so we sure as fuck do.” He scowls and then laughs. “If you aren’t man enough, I know I am. Just say the word, and I’ll slide,” he pauses, “right in that little—”

“You fucking watch yourself, man.”

“I’m not afraid. You, on the other hand, are chicken-shit, and it’s funny as fuck to watch.”

“None of this is funny.”

“Do you like her?”

“Of course I like her.” I shake my head and look down. “Pops loved Mom once, too, and look how that—”

“You’re Caldwell, not Pops. She didn’t even give us his last name.”

We look at each other silently for a minute.

“Something tells me Momma would love Livi, Hendrix.”

I nod. “I miss her.”

“But a little less in the past few weeks, huh?”

I ignore him, leaning back against the wall. I guess I am finally hitting the final stage of grief, acceptance. Final. Like death, it’s all so final. Letting go of Momma, letting go of the loss without letting go of her life. It’s all so final. It fucking hurts.

“No need to answer. I think we all feel a hell of a lot better with Livi around. She’s good people, Hendrix.”

“Yeah, she is.” I smile as I feel contentment wash over me. Acceptance.

“And she’s hot as fuck. Don’t screw it up, man, ‘cause you won’t have a chance to tag out, I’ll tap that sh—”

“Fuck you.” I push him and laugh. “Now get to work.”

*.*.*.*

When I get home, Floyd isn’t at the door waiting for me. Truth be told, she hasn’t been all week. I kick off my shoes and walk up the stairs. I can’t take my clothes off any quicker. All I want is to slide into bed, pull Livi next to me, smell her hair, and hold her all night long. So, that’s just what I do.

*.*.*.*

Friday night, Livi is running late. Well, not late, but not early, and she’s always early. When she finally walks in, I feel a calm come over me. It’s the same feeling I always got when I saw Momma wasn’t banged up from Pops.

“Hey, Livi.” Jagger smiles and wraps his arm around her. “How’s our girl?”

She looks at him and then me. “Gooood?”

“Perfect.” He kisses the top of her head, and she looks at me.

Morrison is walking out of the back, zipping up his pants as he gives her a wink. “Hey, Liiiivi.” He snakes his arm around her waist and pulls her into a hug.

He holds her head against his chest and covers her eyes with his hand. Then, two girls come out of the back room, and when he nods his head to the door, they scamper out.

I laugh to myself, even he wants to shield her. The words, ‘Leave a legacy of good in a world of bad’ sound in my head. Acceptance, definitely acceptance.

I glare at Jagger, knowing he told Morrison, and that is why he is acting like a fool.

“Morrison?” I hear Livi’s voice muffled against his chest.

“Let her go. What the fuck are you trying to do, suffocate her?” Jagger shoves his shoulder.

He lets go and steps back. “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” She looks at all of us and then at me. “Is everything all right?”

I walk up and grab her hand. “How was work?”

“Hendrix, what is going on?” she asks, eyeing us suspiciously.

“I think the guys missed you last night.” I grab her hips and pull her toward me. “I missed you last night.”

I lean in to give her a kiss, and her eyes grow wide. “Hendrix, people.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“This is work.”

“Nah, this is family.” I lean in and kiss her lips.

She freezes.

“Livi?” I say against her mouth.

“Yeah?”

“You’re making me look like a chump.”

I feel her lips turn up, and then she kisses me back. When I step back, she is smiling, yet still looking confused.

“Was it that bad last night?”

“Yes,” all three of us reply at the same time.

The rest of the night is crazy busy; as a result, whenever I get a chance to come out of the kitchen, I do.

Jagger and Morrison are keeping the coolers stocked, and Livi is walking around with her head held high in spite of Sadi being here.

Sadi is on her way out, though. I’m not having this shit with Livi.

*.*.*.*

The weekend passes by in a blur as it, too, is crazy busy. Livi is tired, and I am suspicious of that. I mean, I Googled pregnancy signs, and being tired is one of them.

I make sure she doesn’t come in Sunday. Jagger opens for me again, so we spend the day in bed, talking, fucking, and fucking some more.

After finally asking about her job yesterday, I show up at the hospital on Monday. I fucking hate hospitals, but I like Livi, a lot. I’m not letting my hate for this place ruin my day off as well as the chance to chill with her.

I get off the elevator on the fourth flour and walk down to her office. The door is open, and I hear her voice, so I peek my head in. She looks up, smiling.

“You free for lunch?”

“Uh-oh, what did you do to make the boss come to find you?” Toni jokes.

“Um, nothing.” She turns all red and shakes her head back and forth. “I can meet you in ten minutes. The lobby?”

“Oh, hell, come on in and wait.” Toni lets out a laugh.

“Everything okay, babe?” I ask her, wondering if she isn’t feeling well.

A bar straw could have dropped and you would have heard it, followed by a whispered, “Oh, my God.”

“I’m fine.” Livi stood up and gave Toni a dirty look. “I’ll be down in ten.”

I nod then turn to Toni. “Nice seeing you again.” And I walk out, yet don’t go far.

“You better spill it,” Toni says.

“What?” Livi asks.

“You and Hendrix Caldwell? Jesus, Livi, you hitting that and didn’t even tell me? So not fair.”

“Well, that’s because it’s my private life.”

“First, the guy in the closet at the fundraiser, and now the hot, tattooed bartender?”

“Owner. He owns the bar and…”

“Spill it.”

“He is the guy in the closet,” she whispers.

“And why the hell am I just hearing about this!” Toni squeals.

“Shh! Again, private,” Livi hushes her.

“I am so pissed I took half a day today, but I am coming to get you after work, and you’re spilling it all!”

“Shh! Um … I … um…”

“Livi?”

“I’m staying with Hendrix.”

“Are you fucking—?”

Then everything’s muffled.

“I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth if and when you can refrain from yelling.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow.”

I hear Livi coming closer, so I bolt to the stairway and haul ass down the four floors to the lobby. Right as I hit the other side of the stairwell’s door, the elevator opens, and she walks out.

“Was this a bad idea?” I ask, wanting to take her hand.

She shakes her head and smiles.

“A real date. It’s not dinner, but—”

“You’re taking me on a date?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Let’s go.”

We end up at a place across the road, since she only has half an hour.

After we order, I pull out a little package and hand it to her.

She smiles. “A date and a gift?”

“I owe you both. It’s nothing big. Just open it up.”

I’m nervous as hell, more so than I thought I would be. She holds them up as she laughs and fists them. “You bought me panties?”

“I’ve ruined a few pair of yours, so I thought it was only fair. Let me be honest here, though, I hate that you need them to feel strong.”

“I have relied on them for a long time.”

“Livi, you can rely on me.” I lock eyes with her. “Read ‘em.”

She looks down then shakes her head. “Hendrix, I took a test this morning at work.”

I have no clue what she is talking about. “How’d you do?”

“It was negative.” There is sadness in her voice, and I catch on.

“Not sure what to say, but I am dying for you to read the panties.”

She looks down and smiles. Then she laughs and snorts. “Caldwell’s piece?”

“Yeah, what do you say?”

“About?” She laughs while she’s still looking at the panties.

“Be my girl,”

She looks up, surprised. “I’m not—”

“Doesn’t matter, Livi. Like you said the other night, things just feel right with you and me. I like you a lot and don’t like it when you’re not around. Don’t want to be with anyone else, and when I think about you being with someone else, I feel like breaking shit. So, be my girl.”

“I think I would kind of love that.”

“Good.”

“Good,” she agrees.