Page 15 of My Brother’s Locksmith Friend

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 Jobwill 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 jobandHendrix 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.

Before we can ride off into a sunset of any kind, I need to make sure Roy’s not going to be a problem for her. I won’t make her leave that apartment, but I don’t want her staying there as long as Roy gets unlimited access to the building and the tenants’ belongings.

Thankfully, Hayden’s been doing what he does best, finding people and getting answers. After a few rounds of making love to Havana, I have a few appointments around Conklin.

She’s moving around the kitchen, humming and cooking up breakfast for us. Hash, bacon, and eggs go down easy with fresh coffee and Havana eating with me. I have every thought to put Havana on this table to have her for breakfast.

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