Two Bar Mitzvahs (No Weddings #3)
Kat Bastion & Stone Bastion
To those who love with all that you are…
1
Bliss Interrupted
“Hannah…” I kissed her temple.
Our bodies were wrapped together. What an incredible way to wake up.
Her lips curved into a smile. “Cade…” She let out a low moan that turned into a purr right before she turned and snuggled her sexy ass back into me.
I groaned. My cock stiffened further, aching. And it had nothing to do with morning wood. But even though I wanted to bury myself balls deep back into Hannah, I only pulled her closer, held her tighter—grateful she was in my arms.
I’d been waiting five months for this moment. Five. For a guy like me, that’s a lifetime. A f*cking monumental achievement. But it wasn’t just about the sex. We were great friends who’d wanted more, even with the risk. So we’d taken things slow. And I’d do it all over again. I sighed and tightened my arms again.
She wriggled, loosening my hold. “I have to pee.”
“No.” I pulled her back to me.
“Yes.” She smacked my hip. “Pee. Coffee. Work.”
I let out a low grunt. “Reality sucks. Bed all day better.” Sometime in the middle of our wild night, we’d stumbled out of the mosquito-netted tent in her backyard and made it into her house, knocked her mountain of throw pillows onto the floor, and tumbled into her bed.
She turned in my arms and smiled at me. “Bed all day sounds perfect.” Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, the ends teasing her breasts. Bright light streamed through her windows, making her hazel eyes vivid green. Her gaze dropped to my mouth, and she bit her lower lip.
Growling, I launched up and tugged that lower lip away from her into my own mouth. I kissed her hard at first, then long and slow, until her body relaxed into my hold again. “So it’s settled, then.”
She smiled against my lips but pulled back. “No. I need to get into the bakery. Chloe and Daniel promised to open, but I have a business to run. So do you.” Chloe and Daniel were dedicated employees, but Hannah’s sense of responsibility was admirable. Her other point was dead on. I did have a business to run. And my commitment to everyone at Loading Zone, the bar I co-owned with my best friend Ben, was unshakable.
I gave her a hard nod, finally releasing her. “You’re right. Reality doesn’t suck that much.”
When she stood from the bed, the sheet drifted from her body. I swallowed hard, staring at her gorgeous backside.
“Oh? Why’s that?” She turned, giving me a half smile.
I let out a slow exhale. “Because you’re in it.”
The corner of her mouth kicked up in a smirk. “Good answer.”
A noise hummed. She leaned toward her nightstand, grabbed a lit up phone, and handed it to me. “Here. Your phone has been vibrating on and off all morning. Somebody wants you in an urgent way.” After another slow kiss, she left and walked around the bed toward the bathroom.
Irritated that I hadn’t turned the damned thing off and the noise had bothered Hannah, I pressed the control button to light up the screen again. Several alerts were stacked in a list. A couple of them (two missed calls and a voicemail) were from my oldest sister, Kristen, all from the last few hours this morning. One call and voicemail came from Ben. The third call was from an unknown number. That caller had also left a voicemail.
I pushed up, then sat on the edge of the bed as I listened to the voicemail from Kristen. Something about a messed up order with our family’s event-planning company, Invitation Only, but my brain was too hazy to follow all the details. Ben’s message was a reminder about Loading Zone’s quarterly meeting today. The third voicemail was from…a familiar, sultry voice.
Warning bells fired adrenaline into my veins. I jolted awake, heart racing, recognition hitting my body first. My brain lagged a few seconds behind.
“…shocked as hell to hear from me. I know we left on horrible terms. But I was hoping we could get together. Talk.”
I blew out a hard breath.
Madison.
My ex. The one who’d dumped me when I proposed to her two years ago, admitting she cheated on me repeatedly when we’d been together.
Pissed the f*ck off, I shot up from the bed and threw the phone onto it. Of course, my ex would surface after so long, as if nothing had happened. During a date with Hannah.
I caught Hannah staring at me from the entrance to her bathroom, her eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”
With concentration, I relaxed my scowl. “Nothing.” So not nothing. But f*ck if I was going to ruin this date for Hannah too.
Her brows drew together, and she dropped her hands onto her hips. “Doesn’t look like nothing. You’re angry.”
I took a deep breath, willing my out-of-control head to calm the f*ck down. I shoved the disturbing voicemail out of my mind, doing my damnedest to compartmentalize that shit. My past didn’t matter. It didn’t belong in this room. Only the most important person did—Hannah.
She stood there naked, hair rumpled with that sexy just-been-thoroughly-f*cked look, skin flushed a beautiful pink. She was what I needed to focus on. “You’re all I need to calm down.” I crossed the room and gathered her in my arms.