Two Bar Mitzvahs (No Weddings #3)(46)
I gripped her hips, holding onto her for fear I’d lose control and start ramming us both into sweet oblivion. “Fuck yes, it’s definitely seduction.”
With a satisfied expression, she started slamming her hips hard onto me.
“Maestro.” I ground out the word before she started to scream. My hand flew up, and I covered her mouth as hard spasms rocked through me. I bit down on my lip to keep my roar in check as I came.
To the sounds of fireworks, the pulses of our own explosions faded, and Hannah collapsed down onto me.
I tightened my arms around her, thankful for this weekend reprieve from our crazy lives, grateful for the love of the woman in my arms.
Resting my head against hers, I kissed her temple. “Thank you for seducing me, Hannah. Thank you for loving me.”
Her hands gripped my shoulders for a split second before relaxing. On a long exhale, she hummed softly. “Thank you for loving me back.”
We clung to each other, the chaotic rumble happening outside my room growing more distant with every breath as we drifted off together.
20
The Great Escape
An hour before the party, people raced around in Mom’s kitchen, out on the patio, all through the pool area, and expanding onto the perfectly manicured lawn. Chaos surrounded me, but it was organized chaos, and I enjoyed getting lost in it.
Up on the patio, fifteen of New York’s finest available sports models wore matching black-and-green board shorts that Kendall had ordered. They were busy rubbing something greasy onto their bare chests while Kiki bounced back and forth, directing them.
She stopped on the far left and actually assisted the poor guy, applying the shiny substance onto his chest.
More than a little concerned, I ventured out into the confusing scene. “Ummm, watcha doin’, Kiki?”
She glanced over her shoulder, but made no move to remove her hands from the model’s skin. He stared down at her, entranced by a pretty girl giving him a rubdown.
I sighed, trying to rein in my protective instincts and temper.
“It’s coconut oil.” She shrugged. “It’ll make them glisten in the sun. Plus they now smell like tropical drinks. All the more enticement to make the female guests’ mouths water. It was Kristen’s idea.”
“Uh-huh.” Sure it was Kristen’s idea. But then, with every other left-field notion those girls had come up with over my lifetime, I didn’t put it past any of them to be enthusiastic about rubbing tropical oil on man-candy.
I escaped back into the kitchen, fleeing the borderline-pornographic patio scene. Hannah leaned over the edge of the counter as she put the finishing touches on the cake Daniel had delivered earlier. In dire need of some normalcy, I moved closer to her.
While I stared out the patio windows, as the models wiped their hands in paper towels that Kiki was distributing, I bent down near Hannah’s ear. “How long before we can run off together to that tropical island?”
“Parties first. Tropical island after.” She pushed me away, focusing on her last-minute icing touches once again.
Like me, Hannah tuned out the rest of the world when she lost herself in her craft, tapping into her own kind of therapy.
Before my tasks for the event dragged me away for the next hour, I admired Hannah’s latest creation while I had the chance. Because the party was a private affair for my parents, even though they’d officially “hired” us to coordinate and carry out the event, there would be no press here today. The only people who’d get to enjoy the cake would be us, which was perfect.
And so was her cake.
Depicting an explosion of fireworks over a dark body of water, the cake was incredible. The main field was a large sheet of dark blue. On the surface of the “water” was a reflection of overhead fireworks. Barely visible wires were threaded through dark chocolate posts that supported seven separate explosions in various sizes, colors, and three-dimensional patterns. Like snowflakes, each was different, spiraling off in sugared spheres of blue, green, white, red, and purple.
And on each end of the cake, mounds of green grass rose up from the water, where tiny spectators enjoyed the view. One couple stood by the water, hand in hand, gazing up; another sprawled out on a picnic blanket; and a third older couple sat, embraced on a park bench. “Which couple are we?”
Hannah paused, glancing over her shoulder. A shy smile curved her lips. “They all are.”
My heart slammed into the backside of my ribs, and I exhaled slowly. Every time I let my guard down, Hannah surprised me in the best ways. I pressed in behind her and kissed her temple.
She dropped her hands to the edge of the counter and bumped her ass backward, crashing into my groin.
I groaned, but refused to let her hips go.
“Get out of here, Cade. You have things to do. So do I. Party first. Naughty later.”
“Okay.” I paused to hold her a moment longer and ground into her. “But you know you’ll be thinking of me all afternoon.”
She turned her head, glancing back at me. Her frustrated expression flickered into amusement as the corner of her mouth kicked up. “You know I will.”
I stopped my grinding right as Kendall and Kristen rushed into the kitchen. Mom and Kiki followed. They all began arranging the flatware and lining up pitchers to one side. Two people from the catering company rounded the corner with trays of items and placed them on the counter. Then they disappeared again.