Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
It’s only when his phone starts ringing that someone pulls us out of this cozy bubble. He groans, holding me tighter before giving me a slow kiss. The device won’t shut off as he stretches his long arms to grab it off the nightstand.
He answers the call without looking at it. “What?”
Whoever’s on the line makes Hendrix open his eyes and look at the phone. He pulls the phone away from his face, pushes a button, and sets the phone down on the bed, pushing himself to sit up.
The deep voice speaks with far too much energy for this time of day. “Hendrix, get up and listen to me, man. That Roy guy is bad news. It hasn’t gotten any better since you were kids.”
“I’m up, Hayden,” Hendrix growls, wiping his face with his hand before smoothing his hair toward the back of his head. He has so many muscles in his back, I want to lick them all, tracing their outlines and committing them to memory.
Hayden—I think that’s the brother he mentioned yesterday. He continues to talk about Roy, plumber creepster of the year. “He’s been locked up a few times for petty theft, kidnapping, larceny, breaking and entering, and a slew of other shit. Make sure you’re carrying if you talk to this guy.”
Hendrix clears his throat and stretches with a loud yawn. “I don’t need bullets to put his face through a wall. Honestly, I’m not looking for violence on this. I just want to have a conversation with the guy and make sure he knows not to mess with Havana. And whatever he’s taken from her needs to be returned immediately.”
“Right, because talking to any guy who’s got a problem with your girl is going to go the nonviolent way. I’ll keep bail money set aside for you,” Hayden says with a laugh.
“Aww, thanks, greatest brother in the world. Seriously though, Hayden, thanks. I’ll keep Betty on me instead of the glove box.”
“Be safe, Jimi. Don’t make Ma upset with me after you get into some shit.”
Hendrix laughs. “Right, because my safety only matters as long as it keeps you out of trouble with Ma. Got it, asshole.”
Hendrix ends the call and looks over his shoulder at me.
“Mornin’, Daddy.”
“Mornin’, baby girl.”
“What time do you have to start working today?” I ask him.
“I can actually take the day off. I told you that once I take a sip, I want to drink that pussy all day.”
“You can’t be serious,” I tell him, yawning and stretching just enough for the cover to slide off me.
The gleam in his eyes and smirk on his face tell me he’s very serious as he leans over, taking one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and kissing on it before slipping his hand under the blanket and between my thighs. I’m already wet.
Hendrix moans, “Waking up wet for me, baby girl. You gonna make me call out for the rest of the week.”
I giggle until I feel his fingers begin to stroke me, sliding inside my walls. My pulse speeds up and Hendrix moves from the edge of the bed over me, already hard.
The sound of his phone ringing pierces the moment where we both eye it as if it has evil intentions.
“Do you have to get that?” I whine.
“I probably should,” he sighs. “Might be an actual emergency.”
He grabs the phone to answer it. “Man, what could have possibly happened in the two minutes since we got off the phone?”
Ah, Hayden again.
Hendrix listens closely and growls as he pushes himself away from me and onto his feet. The conversation continues as Hendrix abandons our wake-up sex session, and I find myself wondering what I’m going to do all day.
“I do need a new job,” I mumble as I push myself out of his bed and to my feet. I think I’ll set that as my focus for today. Operation: Get Van A Job will be all I think about.
Just as the notion crosses my mind, Hendrix crosses the room in a pair of loose pajama pants that hang beautifully off his waist.
Oooookay.
So I’m going to focus on getting a job and Hendrix pounding the life out of me. I wonder if he’ll have sex with me while he’s at work. Or sex in his truck?
“Baby girl?” Hendrix’s voice cuts into my early morning fantasies.
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Did you say something?”
He laughs, “I said, did you want to get in the shower with me? We can finish what we started, and this way if the phone rings, we can let it ring. I want you wet and dripping all over me.”
I smile and practically skip into the bathroom where the water’s already running. He slaps my ass when I pass him. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything in the world, Daddy.”
9
HENDRIX
The best mornings should always begin with a shower, and if it’s a shower with Havana soon-to-be Haven, it’s even better. The way she just fits into my life, the way I fit into hers, it’s a dream come true. I can’t wait to make her a Haven.