Two Bar Mitzvahs (19 page)

“Wh-what do you mean?”

“Easy, Maestro.” I drew out the words as she relaxed her shoulders down. “No need to worry. I’ll give you what you want. But by the time you get what you need, it’ll be after I’ve teased you, slow and thorough. When I have you trembling and shaking, your words incoherent, then maybe we’ll decide together that the word you’ve been looking for is ‘seduced.’”

In a flash of movement, she shoved hard on my shoulder, and I found myself on my back. Before I could process the surprise, she straddled me. “Maybe I don’t want to be seduced. What if I want to be the seducer?”

“I’m confused. You had an issue with our sleeping in the same bed only moments ago, but now you’re ready to ride me with wild abandon?”

She looked breathtaking. Her hair fell around her face in dark waves, the ends curling above her chest. Plump lips glistened, begging to be kissed. I admired her body: the luscious curve of her breasts, the intriguing dip in at her waist, the sexy flare of her hips.

Her lips curved into a smirk. “Oh, no. There’ll be no riding with wild abandon until you beg for mercy, until you groan and writhe, then plead for me to slide down onto you.”

I’d surely died. This had become heaven. This dirty, teasing side of her blew my mind. “Wait. Are you coercing me? Or seducing me?”

She gave a frustrated little growl. “You.” She pointed to my chest, as if I would somehow misunderstand. “Will keep your mouth shut, or I will gag you. I’m not above tying you up either.”

My cock kicked up against her. She groaned. Yeah, wasn’t my fault, she turned me the fuck on with her talk of gagging and bondage. Shy little girl in the boy’s parents’ house had suddenly taken a wild turn into Naughty Land.

I thrust my hips up, angling perfectly to slide across her sensitized nerves. Her body shuddered, and her eyes drifted shut. I did it again, lowering my hands to her hips to hold her in place, then I flexed up against her, gliding over her clit.

Her hands fell onto my chest, bracing her weight. Her eyes remained shut. And without further debate, or any other word spoken, Hannah ground down on me, rocking along my length. Too much shock and sensation filled my system for me to utter even one witty retort.

I held back my movements, only flexing to give a great angle for her as I let her take charge and take what she needed. Her expressions flickered between pleasure and pain, as if she let the aching current guide her. With her panting breaths, I sensed that she took herself to the edge of release. Her skin was flushed and glistening.

On a gasp, she trembled, and her eyes flew open. “Cade, I…I need you inside me.”

On a whisper, I arched my hips. “No place I’d rather be. So take it.”

While I gave control over to her, she looked to me to provide her release. My heart ached a little that she trusted me so much—relied on me to guide her and only went there when I wanted her to.

With an imperceptible furrow of her brow, she did as I suggested. Only instead of grabbing my cock and guiding it in, she rocked her body forward, angling her hips to catch the tip at her entrance. Then she pressed down, but only an inch, no further. The tight pressure squeezed the tip, then her inner muscles clenched, gripping me so hard I almost popped out.

Fuck.
My breath caught as pleasure ripped through me.

Inch by slow inch, she eased down on me. The intensity, the hot ache and need throbbing through my cock, nearly drove me out of my mind. A dozen panting breaths later, while I forced myself to hold back and let her have her way, she finally hit bottom, fully seating onto me. Then she pulled up, inch by slow inch, before doing the same agonizing descent all over again.

Damn. The woman would be the death of me, right here and now. I gritted my teeth through the torturous pleasure as she took me deep for a second time.

And that’s when the real fun began. Seated on me, she rocked into this incredible rhythm, holding me deep as she ground her sweet pussy into my groin. Every dozen or so circles, she’d pull herself up my shaft, as if she needed the hard friction along the nerves inside of her, before coming down and grinding all over again.

Soon heat flooded inside her, rushing all around my cock. I groaned, pinching my eyes shut as she trembled and moaned. But then she stopped moving. I felt a twitch of her inner muscles, and she shuddered.

“Hannah...I might die right now if you don’t move.”

She did, sliding up my full length. But then she dropped down hard, taking me deep. Another pulse of her muscles. Another shudder through her body. Her lips skimmed up my neck. “Are you ready to beg yet?”

My eyes widened. “Why, you naughty girl.” And kudos to her for pulling something I would’ve tried.

But her hips moved again and dragged me under. Rational thoughts scattered. Until she stopped. She seemed determined to delay her own release just to deny me mine. And fuck, if her newfound tenacity didn’t make things that much hotter.

I held out as long as I could, but this woman—her body and soul was like a drug to me. There was no denying the fact that what she wanted, she would get. And I would be the one happily giving everything to her.

A muted bang echoed outside. A long whistling noise trilled out before a second boom. The windowpane rattled. Hannah tilted her head and glanced back toward the window. The twist of her body rubbed us both with a sizzling friction of nerves, and we moaned.

“Fireworks.” Her gaze returned to me, her awe-filled whisper hanging thick in the air.

Rubbing a thumb along her hipbone, I found my voice. “Out there, very near explosion in here.”

The corner of her mouth kicked up a tiny bit as lust glittered in her eyes. Then in her measured, teasing pace, she inched back up before sliding down another endless time.

I groaned in agony.

She ground her hips against me again, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Do you surrender?”

“Yes. I’m begging you, Hannah. For the love of God, take your orgasm and give me mine.”

A soft laugh. “What comes first?”

“Okay, I admit it. If this is coercion, then I coerced you.”

A gentle smile on her lips, she lifted up, circling her hips as she rose, then slid back down. “But it is also kinda like seduction, isn’t it?”

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.

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.

Before I left to take care of my responsibilities, I leaned forward, lowering my voice. “And don’t forget the most important part: dark, sexy, claustrophobic closets…” I finally released her. “Enjoy your daydreaming, Maestro.”

She narrowed her eyes at me, whispering, “There will
so
be payback.”

“I’m counting on it. In a closet.”

I winked, then left before my sisters’ hard glares escalated to dagger-shooting levels for my loitering around their efficient flow. Yeah, whatever. If Kiki could rub down the waiters, then I could plant filthy fantasies into the mind of our baker—
my
baker.

I abandoned the kitchen, confident the girls had the catering under control and headed out back toward where the calypso band was setting up their equipment, diagonally off behind the barbeque area. We’d set up a plywood platform, ran extension cords out from the house, and had covered the area with seagrass rugs, but it was my job to make sure they had everything they needed.

As I passed through the pool area, the cabana-boy models were busy on either side of the pool, folding blue-and-green striped beach towels on the cushions of each chaise. Two gardeners watered the new large pots by hand, clipping and pruning any dead or wilting plant material as they went.

While I waited for the musicians to return from unloading more equipment, I watched the technicians as they set up smaller fireworks displays on the far side of the lawn. Only a few overhead explosions were planned. Earlier this week, I’d confirmed that the company had obtained a proper permit with local authorities, ensuring we were within the law and followed needed safety procedures.