Chapter 13 #2
“Are we fucking stupid?” Hanna said, folding into his arms and wrapping her leg around his hips.
She ached for him, her entire body screaming to forget about logic—a twist of her hips and he’d be hers.
He snagged her lips between his teeth as his hand rested on her ass, kneading her skin slowly, carefully.
“Yes,” he whispered, not caring that it was the truth. “Do you want to stop?”
“No.” She answered too quickly. He squeezed harder, his mouth more insistent as he grazed her collarbone. “Do you want to stop?”
“Does it feel like I want to stop, Arizona?” Milo pushed against her thigh, her heart racing. She reached for his face, tangling her fingers into his hair and pulling him to her neck. If they weren’t stopping, she might as well enjoy his mouth on every inch of her.
“You taste so fucking good. So good,” Milo murmured, wrapping his arms around her tighter.
There were too many truths swirling in the depths of his gaze.
Hanna turned away, sighing and closing her eyes at the waves of sizzling heat clinging to her skin.
She held her breath, twisting her hips to give him access to her.
She swallowed, the swell of him against her stealing any lingering doubt she might have held onto.
“Mi—”
“Milo! Yo!”
Hanna jolted and he froze, the sound of the front door slamming ripping them away from what they both desperately needed.
“Fuck,” Milo hissed as Hanna crawled away from him, off the bed and across the room before he could blink. She searched for her dress, her entire body flushing a deep shade of pink.
“Milo!”
“One sec,” he yelled back, his voice cracking. “Just getting dressed!” Milo slammed the bedroom door shut, his jaw clenched as he disappeared into his closet.
Matty called out, “Hanna!”
Milo leaned out of the closet, eyes wide as she adjusted her dress to cover her red-splotched chest. The ghosts of his fingertips haunted her.
“Hanna! Are you home? Sara’s looking for you!”
“She’s not home!” Milo yelled, yanking his shirt over his head. He walked out of the bedroom, his voice echoing off the kitchen as Matty helped himself to a drink from the fridge.
“Sara thought they were having dinner.” Her nose scrunched. Reality slowly came back to her—she had agreed to dinner.
“I’ll just check her location,” a third voice said, a low one she hadn’t anticipated. Her entire body caught fire, and not in the way Milo had just had it burning.
“You still have her location?” Milo asked.
The irritation in his voice did nothing to help fade the red splotches across her chest in the shape of his palms.
Logan mumbled, “Yeah, she probably doesn’t even remember she shared it with me. It’s been years. I guess I should have checked it before coming out here,” he said, a bitter laugh following.
Hanna fought the urge to poke her head out and say something antagonistic. Had he been staring at her unmoving face on a map as it rotted in her house for the last year? She looked for her underwear, but wasn’t even sure when they came off.
“Says she’s here?” Logan said.
“She might be doing laundry upstairs,” Milo mumbled. “You guys ready to go?”
She could see the way Matty tossed his arms up in her mind by the way he sighed.
“Yeah, I’m fucking starving. You were supposed to come over fifteen minutes ago, diva.”
“I just need my keys,” Milo said. He slipped back into his bedroom where Hanna was pressed against the wall. He shut the door behind him. “He still has your location?”
She whispered, “He’s not going to after tonight!”
Milo grinned. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re flustered.” Milo scooped his work pants off the floor and fished for his wallet and keys, tucking them into his back pocket. He snagged her by the neck for a barely breathing kiss so quick she nearly missed it.
“When I get home, we’re finishing what we started,” he said, pressing his lips to hers once more.
“Okay,” she said, swallowing.
“Turn off the location sharing,” he whispered against her cheek, releasing her, though she felt the heat of his hold for far too long after.
* * *
“There you are!”
It took Hanna twenty minutes to get her heart rate down before changing and crossing the hall. Sara looked at a dozen different floral arrangements, swiping back and forth on her laptop.
“The third one,” Hanna said, plopping next to her on the couch. “The drape on the lilies? Gorgeous.”
Sara closed her laptop and crossed her legs.
“Do you have something to tell me, Hanna?”
Hanna held her breath—had she heard them? She’d been vaguely conscious of that being a problem, but she could only be so silent when it came to Milo.
“Do I?” Hanna countered, too smart to fall for the open-ended question.
“I just got off the phone with Taylor. She said that we’re not staying at The Flamingo anymore.”
“Oh!” Hanna laughed, sinking back into the couch. “No. We are not.”
Sara’s eyes narrowed. “Where are we staying?”
“It’s a secret!” Hanna made a mental note to text Taylor later and reinforce the surprise nature of their plans—Sara loved ruining a surprise for herself, but she deserved to have something planned just for her.
“Ugh,” she sighed. “Fine.”
“What are we doing tonight?” Hanna leaned her head on Sara’s shoulder. “Seating chart? Vows? Table settings? All of the above?”
“None of the above!” Sara pointed to a package on the kitchen counter. “I got face masks! We’re relaxing for once. I figured the extra stress of our surprise guest might be getting to you.”
Hanna sighed. That did sound nice, though she debated telling Sara just how not stressed she was feeling after a few days with Milo.
She cracked the top on a sparkling water Sara had set out with some snacks, the satisfying shhh reminding her too much of Milo’s shushing her to stay quiet. Her face heated.
“A perfect evening!”
“Right?” Sara stood, crossing to snag the bag from the counter. “And then, when you’re glowing from fucking Milo’s brains out for a week straight, you’ll have an excuse!”
Hanna choked on the water, the carbonation burning against her throat.
“Sara—”
“Oh my god, I was kidding, but you’re ten shades of red right now!” She tossed Hanna a brightly colored foil packet, the woman on the front looking much more at ease than she was. She couldn’t stop the vision of their wasted condom wrapper floating onto the floor beside her.
Shit, that wasn’t helping with the red face.
“You can’t tell Matty,” Hanna said. “He’ll get so weird. And we haven’t technically had sex,” she added.
“Believe me, the last thing I want to do is tell Matty. He’s never really loved the Logan-Milo dynamic, and this? This ratchets that up to eleven.”
“Yeah, what is that?” Hanna had noticed the strange looks between brothers, the hesitations to interact with one another.
She shrugged. “It’s none of my business, that’s what it is. None of this is any of my business, as long as you all show up to the wedding.”
“Perfect,” Hanna said as she tore the packet in two. “That is the plan.”
Hanna’s phone vibrated against the counter.
ALWAYS ANSWER
I cannot concentrate on Vegas logistics.
HANNA
Oh? And why is that?
ALWAYS ANSWER
Probably the insane blue balls I’m sporting under the table.
HANNA
Boooo. That’s a myth.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Oh yeah? You seem super locked in on whatever you and Sara are doing.
HANNA
Hey, I got mine.
ALWAYS ANSWER
Lot more where that came from.
“None of my business… but… is it at least making you feel alive again?”
Hanna set her phone down and stared out Sara’s window, dreading the fact that it made her feel many, many things again, the worst of them being fully alive.