Page 85 of Fractured Rhythm

“What do youwant to do today? Stay in bed?” Bash asked the following morning after we’d shared a few more orgasms, coffee, and a shower.

“As wonderful as that sounds, I was thinking we could walk around town. I haven’t been home in so long. We had a lot of good memories here. Tons of crappy ones, especially with my family, but good ones with yours,” I said, snuggling next to him on the sofa in our hotel room.

“Umm. Not to brag or anything, but I don’t know if I can walk around town and not get noticed,” he said with a sheepish shrug.

I laughed. “Oh, yes, Mr. Fancy Rock Star. How could I forget?”

“Hey. No need to be a brat about it,” he teased back.

“No. You’re right. Should you wear a disguise? Just don’t get it from Jax,” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“No. I bet it wouldn’t be that bad here. It’s our hometown and most people will leave us alone. They come to shows, but aside from the occasional rabid fan, the locals are cool from what I remember. It’s been a while since I’ve been back, too. Maybe we could sneak into our old café and grab breakfast?”

“Polly’s? Oh my god, she makes the best French toast. Stuffed with macerated berries and cream cheese. I think she uses mascarpone, too.”

Bash chuckled. “Try not to drool on the shirt, Cas.”

“Can we go? Please?” I begged.

“Of course,” he said. “Polly’s on a weekend shouldn’t be packed.”

I rolled my eyes. “Hey, dream killer, if they’re swamped, I’ll go in and order takeout and you can hide around the corner.”

“Deal,” he said. “Now we have to ditch security.”

“Crap. I forgot about them. Why did you have to get so famous?” I playfully groaned, knowing that my plans were basically sunk.

“Okay, this is what we’re going to do. We are going to stay here and send Bud to grab takeout from Polly’s. Then we’re going back to my parents to jam out in the garage.”

“Seriously?”

“Jax was feeling nostalgic,” he said with a shrug. “Then, we’ll hang out with the family until I can convince you to come back here so I can have my way with you again.

I sighed. “That’s the description of the perfect day.”

BASH

“Oh my god,why is this so good?” she asked, moaning around another bite of French toast.

“I’m not sure if I’m turned on or offended,” I said.

She paused, the fork halfway to her plate. “What?”

“You make the same sound when I’m inside you.”

Her cheeks turned a brilliant shade of red and I wanted to strip her right here on the table.

“I do not,” she said with a huff.

“Shall we test it out?”

She laughed. “You’ll do anything to get me naked again.”

“Can you blame me?”

“Stop. And don’t we have to be at your parents’ soon?”

I shrugged. “In an hour or so. I could do so many things to you in an hour.”

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