25. Hendrix
HENDRIX
Just got off the plane. Heading home now.
Am I going to find you there?
What do I get if I am?
How about I fuck you raw all night long and only come up for air long enough to feed you so I can fuck you some more?
In that case, yes, I’m most definitely in your house.
Naked?
No. You have to bring Bodhi home first.
He’s sleeping at Gracie’s tonight.
I’ll grab him in the morning.
In that case, hurry home, Superman.
I like the sound of that.
Superman?
No. Home.
—Text from Hendrix to Serena
Aflame flickering from the back of my house is the only light I see as I let myself inside thirty minutes later and drop my bag to the floor. “Honey . . . I’m home.”
I take a few steps and kick something with my foot.
What the hell?
Okay, these are panties. Yeah, she’s not getting this pair back either. I slip them into my pocket and keep going, following the shadows along the walls and picking up socks and a red silk bra along the way.
That’s my good girl.
“Princess . . .” I call out as I shrug out of my suit coat and drop it to the chair and find Serena.
A candle sits on the coffee table illuminating her beautiful face.
Her hair’s spilling down her back, and something in my chest roars to life when she stands and my jersey falls off one delicate shoulder. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey, Superman.” She licks her lips and spins in a little circle.
“I may have helped myself to another one of your shirts. I hope you don’t mind.
” She presses up on her bare feet and flattens her palms against my chest. “Not going to lie, Hen, you looked so fucking hot on the ice tonight, I almost started without you.”
Fucking hell.
She nips my bottom lip. “I almost forgot how much I like watching you play.”
“You’re playing with fire, Serena.” My hand slides up her thigh and under my jersey as I grip her hips and pull her against me, needing her in my arms. “I haven’t stopped thinking about having you alone for hours.”
She sucks in the sweetest gasp, and my cock presses against my zipper.
“Does that mean I can be as loud as I want tonight?” Her eyes shine brighter than the candle flickering beside us, and I swear to fucking God I could come in my pants from the way she’s looking at me right now. Needy. Hungry. Confident. Like a golden goddess.
I slide my finger along her bare pussy and grin when I don’t touch her where she wants and she pouts.
“You can be as loud as you want, baby. The louder the better.” I stroke closer, not slipping inside but close enough.
She’s hot and wet, and fucking hell, she’s all mine.
“I’m gonna fuck you with my name on your back tonight, princess. ”
My palm presses against her clit as I tease her, ghosting my lips over her neck and my fingers over her pussy.
“Yes, Hendrix,” she moans, pressing her fingers to my lips and inside my mouth just as I push inside her hot cunt with one finger, then another. Stretching her as she bites down so hard on her lip, I worry she’ll draw blood.
And then I add another, and she moans, raspy and deep and so damn loud, I know I’m fucking her right here before we ever even think about going upstairs.
Serena’s hands go to my belt, and she rips it from my pants with a wicked glint in her eyes as she works the button open and the zipper down. “I feel like you might have promised me something earlier.”
I drag my palm over her ass, and her grin grows.
This woman is perfect in every way imaginable, and I’m the lucky fucker who’s never letting her go.
I throw her over my shoulder and smack her ass, and this beautiful woman moans again as I soothe my hand over the globe of her ass.
A few steps and I’ve got her back in front of me, her ass resting on the dining room table as she shoves at my boxers and pants.
“Fuck. Wait, Serena. I have to go upstairs and get a condom.” I step back, but she grabs my shirt and rips it open, white buttons scattering everywhere before she shoves it off my shoulders. She presses her lips to my tattoo and trails her tongue around my nipple.
“Serena,” I growl in warning, needing to be inside her. “Condom.”
“No, Hendrix. I’ve had an IUD since . . . And it’s not like . . .” She stops and closes her eyes.
“Don’t do that, baby.” I wrap a hand around her neck and run my thumb along her jaw. “Don’t hide from me. We don’t have to—”
“I want to.” She pulls me closer and palms my dick. “I just want you, Hendrix. Nothing between us. No more hiding.”
This woman owns me. “Are you sure, Serena?”
She nods and nips my thumb as she slides off and turns around, stretching her arms along the table and pushing her ass out. Soft, shiny, coppery-golden hair spills around her face as she looks at me over her shoulder. “Positive.”
I fist my dick as my hand skims the curve of her hip.
“Hendrix,” she whimpers as my rough fingers bite into her skin, and I drag my cock through her slick, wet heat. My abs contract with the sheer will it takes not to take her right now.
“I’ve dreamed of you like this for years, Serena.
My name on your back and your ass in the air.
” I run a hand over her ass again, then spank her hard and fast, and she screams, then pushes back again until I do it again to the other cheek.
Serena shakes beneath me, her entire body vibrating.
“You should see what you look like, baby. Fucking gorgeous with my handprints on your ass and your pretty pussy swollen and greedy.” I slide my hand up her back and press between her shoulder blades, pushing her down until her breasts are crushed between her and the table.
She whimpers and shakes. I suck her earlobe between my lips and bite. “You want me to fuck you, Serena?”
“God yes, please. Now.” Her words run together, and I run my cock through her soaked sex again and again, hitting her clit but not pushing inside. Teasing her. Working her. Edging her until she can’t take anymore.
I drag my tongue down her spine and over her ass, then bend and plunge it inside her cunt, my cock leaking in my hand as a strangled cry rips from her throat. That’s what I wanted. That fucking sound.
I stand quickly, gripping her hips, and slam home in one deep, hard thrust.
Her back arches as she clings to the table, her head turned and her eyes watching as I fuck her. Claim her. Hitting so fucking deep, she’ll feel me for days. My cock kisses that sweet spot over and over again as filthy fucking words spill from those perfect lips. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Hendrix . . .”
Faster than she even realizes what’s happening, I pull out, spin her around, lift her up, and impale her as her legs wrap around my hips, and her arms hang loosely around my shoulders. “I want to see your face when you’re screaming my name.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants, clinging to me. The dim firelight dances off her soft skin and her pink cheeks. And I swear if I died right now, I’d die a happy man. “So close . . .” she whispers, but I’m not ready for this to be over. Not this night. Not this lifetime with this woman.
Heat licks down my spine with every sharp snap of my hips.
Each slide of my cock as I drive inside her.
I drop my forehead to hers, and she presses her lips to mine. She tastes like sweet sugar and red wine. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted in my life.
Her fingers trace my lips as I stroke my tongue with hers.
“Mine,” she whispers as her walls tighten around me, and electricity arcs between us, sending a shockwave straight to the base of my spine. My heart beats a wild, rapid rhythm as I fuck her through her orgasm and mine. Until our cum is dripping down her legs.
I pull out slowly, obsessed with how Serena whimpers, like she’s devastated at the loss, and lay her back on the table, kissing the inside of each thigh before I throw them over my shoulders and wrap my lips around her clit.
My fingers slide through her sex, teasing her. Pushing my cum back inside her.
I want to mark this woman.
Claim her in a way I never have in all the years I’ve loved her.
It’s like something primal in me breaks and there’s no going back.
I suck and lick and curl my fingers until Serena screaming and shaking and coming again, so hard she squirts all over my face, and goddamn, my new life’s goal is to make it happen again.
Serena
Resting my head on Hendrix’s strong chest, I let the slow steady beats of his heart lull me into a peaceful place where sleep doesn’t matter.
When I’m lying in his arms, focusing on the here and now, instead of the past, it’s easy to ignore the sunlight breaking through his curtains and that according to my body, it’s time to wake up and get out of bed.
We’ve always been electric together. Unable to keep our hands off each other.
But last night was different. More. Maybe more than I’m ready for, if I’m honest with myself.
But the truth is, I’m not sure that’s not the actual lie.
Being scared is natural, but does it mean you’re not ready?
Or does it mean that some of the best things in life require a leap of faith?
Fuck me, I’ve never really been a leap of faith kind of girl.
But if I was going to jump for anyone, it would be this man sleeping next to me. His dark lashes fanning across his cheeks, and his full lips slightly parted, completely relaxed. And for the first time in a long time, I think I am too.
At least it’s easy until someone knocks on the door.
Shit. That was a knock . . . right?
“Hendrix,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his temple as I drag my fingers through his hair. “Wake up, Superman. I think Gracie’s here with Bodhi, and I am absolutely not letting her in smelling like sex.”
Hell, I probably look like I was fucked seven ways from Sunday.
Maybe because I was.
It was definitely at least five ways. But there were more than five orgasms. My man was on a mission, and I was the target. A very sore, very happy target.
The knock gets louder, and he doesn’t even budge. “Come on, Hendrix.”
The next thing I know, I’m on my back, Hendrix’s arms caging either side of my face and his knee between my thighs.
Hello . . . And yes, please.
He kisses me like it’s not the first thing in the morning.
As if we haven’t spent the entire night worshipping each other in the most decadently delicious ways.
And most importantly, like his sister isn’t downstairs attacking his front fucking door. “Hendrix, go answer your door.” I nip at his lip, then run my tongue over it. “I’ll jump in the shower and be down in a few minutes.”
“Fine,” he groans and kisses me again before he climbs off the bed gloriously naked. “There’re clean clothes in the closet.” His grin grows, and my heart melts. “Pretty sure one or two of my shirts have Sinclair on the back.”
I throw a pillow at his head. “I doubt I’ll be walking without trouble when I get up, Sinclair. Maybe plan on giving me a breather.”
The cocky ass puffs up his chest like a proud peacock. “I’ll give you breakfast and then I’ll give you until Bodhi goes down for a nap. How’s that sound?”
I’m not sure when it happened, but that sounds fan-fucking-tastic.