Page 14 of My Brother’s Locksmith Friend

“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, letting out a slow exhale.

“Hold on, baby girl,” he tells me, making me throw my arms around his neck. Hendrix swings his legs off the bed and onto the floor, standing with my ass perfectly sitting in the palms of his hands.

What comes next is me. Me and my ass slamming against Hendrix as he drives that delicious cock of his in and out of me with wild abandon. He takes me standing up, but I feel us traveling as he pushes me against the wall, driving in and out with the wall behind us as leverage.

His lips find mine as he continues to push himself in and out of me until I hear his low growls, signaling he’s about to come.

I scrape his scalp with my nails before grabbing a handful of his hair to yank his mouth off mine. His dark brown eyes are dilating like he’s high—high on me. “Come in my mouth, Daddy.”

“Fuck yeah,” he pants, pulling out and letting me down to my knees where I open my mouth for him.

He can’t help the words spilling out of him as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. “Fuck yes, baby girl. You take it so well.”

I take it all, every inch and every drop of his climax as he throbs inside of my mouth. Hendrix has to lean against the wall, his body sweating and so is mine.

I feel him softening inside my mouth, and he pulls out of me and then hoists me to my feet. There’s barely a beat before his mouth claims mine, his tongue scouring my mouth, tasting what we taste like together.

When he finally pulls away, we stare at each other, knowing there’s no going back from this. It feels too good, too right being together.

“You hungry, baby girl?” he asks with a lazy smile that could melt my panties off if they weren’t already on the floor.

“Yeah, Daddy.”

“Can you walk?” he asks, that same smile making me wet and wondering if I can get him hard again.

“Of course I can,” I tell him, not realizing what he means until he takes a step back. He holds his hand out for me to demonstrate, but the minute I step away from the wall, my knees buckle.

He wraps an arm around me to steady me and brings me to the bed. “You’d better sit down, baby girl. Let Daddy take care of you.”

I let him. Of course, I let him.

Hendrix takes his time serving me food and making sure I’m comfortable as we eat, laugh, and talk about pretty much anything and everything. It’s a shame we’re only meeting now, but now that we do have each other, there’s no way we’re going to stop.

It’s effortless, and most of all, I feel safe. No one outside of Brody makes me feel as safe as Hendrix. Even when Brody is concerned, there’s usually a lecture of some sort that comes whenever he has to intervene. With Hendrix, he just lets me be me and he makes me feel like that alone is good enough.

When we settle into his bed for the night, I curl into him and he holds me tight. Sleep finds us easily, and it’s restful to the point I nearly forget where I am when I open my eyes to see the sun rising over the mountains.

The bedroom windows mirror the large ones in the front of the house, but that view is stunning. I can look at it forever…that is until he grunts and pulls me back into bed with him.

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.”

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