Come Away With Me

by Kristen Proby

  “He was your first?” Nic asks.

  “Yeah.” I nod dreamily. “He was good even then. Of course, it took a while before I started having orgasms just because I was nervous and stuff, but holy shit the man has a cock on him!”

  “Oh my god, okay you can stop now,” Sam says and wrinkles her nose. “Ew.”

  “No, keep going,” Brynna says and claps her hands. “Are we talking meh or holy fucking shit?”

  “Holy fucking shit,” I reply with a wise nod. “Since he was my first, I didn’t know that wasn’t normal, but then I fucked a couple losers after him, and they were sooooo tiny.” I hold up my pinky finger to show them and they all laugh.

  “Okay, my turn to say ew,” Jax says with a shudder.

  “What are you packin’?” Stacy boldly asks.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not even on a scale.”

  “Prove it.” Meg stands and circles the table, straddles Jax’s lap and dives for the button on his jeans.

  “Uh, Meg, you’re a beautiful woman, but I’m gay and you’re getting married.” Jax’s face is almost panicked, making us all laugh.

  “Are you scared?” she asks him with narrowed eyes.

  “Yes.” He nods as he lifts her off his lap.

  “I just wanted to see it.” She pouts and plops down in her chair.

  “We need more drinks.” I signal for the waitress.

  “I want to text my man,” Nic says and begins typing on her phone.

  “No! We said we weren’t going to.” Stacy shakes her head adamantly then seems to rethink her stance. “Wait. I wonder if they miss us.”

  “Where are they again?” Jax asks.

  “Probably a strip club,” Meg pouts again.

  “No, I doubt that. I think they’re gambling.” Nat pats Meg’s shoulder and smiles widely.

  “Do you guys have any idea how many women are probably flirting with our men?” Sam asks suddenly. “They’re hot. And about half of them are famous. Oh God, what have we done?”

  “So, let’s remind them what they already have.” Brynna’s grin spreads and she stands quickly. “Everyone to the bathroom! You too, Jax.”

  “I’m not going in the ladies room,” Jax says. “No way.”

  “Jax! How can I take a photo of your dick for Logan from out here?”

  Jax chokes on his tequila and sputters, “I didn’t realize that was in the plans for this evening.”

  “When did you become such a prude?” I stand and drag Jax up with me. “This is a man who used to have a whole folder of dick shots in his phone.”

  “How the fuck do you know that?”

  “We know each other’s passcodes on our phones, Einstein.”

  “That’s not so we can snoop. That’s so we can destroy any evidence if the other is incapacitated.”

  “Oh, that’s a good idea! Here, Nat, here’s my passcode,” Jules says as she stumbles on her mile-high heels toward the restroom.

  “Save our table! We’ll be right back,” Sam calls to the bartender who waves us off as we stumble away and file into the bathroom.

  Thankfully, it’s empty.

  “Lock that door, Nic.” Meg grins and stares at all of us. “Okay, what are we doing?”

  “Boob shots,” Brynna says. “We’re going to send our guys photos of our boobs.”

  “Can we send them all your boobs?” Jules asks. “You have the best boobs.”

  “No,” Bryn laughs as she strips out of her shirt. “They’ll know they’re not yours.”

  “Why do I have to be here for this?” Jax asks.

  “Because you’re taking the photos,” Sam says with a grin. “You’re the luckiest man in this hotel.”

  “And it’s completely lost on me. Okay.” He shrugs and takes a photo of our naked chests with each of our phones. “That’s all of you.”

  “Now you,” Nat says and tosses her long dark hair over her shoulder.

  “No way. No dick pics for Logan.” Jax shakes his head adamantly and then pins me in a stare. “No, Meredith.”

  “You do know her name!” Nic exclaims and then snorts. “Oh God, I’m not even drunk and I just snorted.”

  “Atta girl,” Meg says, pleased.

  “Okay, no dick pic,” I say and pat Jax’s shoulder. “But we have to send him something.”

  “Why? He’s not answering me.”

  “Is he mad?” Jules asks and blinks her eyes, alternating between looking at Jax through her left eye, then her right. “Fuck, you’re hotter through my left eye.”

  “What’s wrong with your right eye?” Nat asks.

  “It’s getting drunker than the other.”

  “Is he mad?” Brynna asks, concerned. “Did we make him mad? Is it because Meg crawled on your lap? She’ll ’pologize.” She turns to Meg and props her hands on her hips. “’Pologize to Logan.”

  “I’m sorry, Logan. It’s just, Jax is hot and he said his dick is really big, but you would already know that.”

  “Logan isn’t here.” Jax laughs out loud. “So he didn’t see Meg on my lap. I don’t know if he’s mad. I can’t reach him.”

  “Does he suck your dick?” Jules asks, peering at Jax through just her left eye.

  “Oh God. That’s too personal,” Nat says and shakes her head.

  “Do you suck Nate’s dick?” Jax asks.

  “Every chance I get.”

  Jax raises a brow and watches as Jules catches up.

  “Ha! I knew it!”

  “Okay, let’s focus.” I turn and look at all three of the Jaxes in front of me. That alcohol is kicking in nicely.

  Meg smirks at that and primps in the mirror.

  “Let’s just send him a cute photo of you,” I suggest and snatch his phone out of his hand so I can take the picture.

  “Wait! Let’s all crowd around him,” Nic says and the girls all climb around him. Nat jumps up in his arms and before I know it, Jax is draped in women.

  “Ha! This is awesome.” I snap a few photos with everyone’s phones then we make our way back to our table and order a fresh round of drinks.

  “Okay, let’s send our pics to our men,” Sam says and pushes her face into her phone, concentrating.

  “How do you spell tits?” Jules asks.

  “’Nesia,” Meg reminds her.

  I bring up the text window for Mark and plug in the shot of my boobs and text under it: here’s your boob shot, perv.

  “How do you spell cock again?” Stacy asks the room at large. “As in, ‘I want your cock between my tits’?”

  Jax spits out the tequila he’d just swigged and chokes. “Jesus Christ, you’re all a bunch of dirty women.”

  “Oh, honey, you have no idea,” Sam says with a shake of the head. “Thankfully, our men like it.”

  With the text messages sent, we grin at each other and then explode into laughter.

  “That’s going to shock the fuck out of my husband,” Stacy says, wiping her eyes.

  “Okay, enough sitting around. Meg, I think you should sing,” Jules says.

  “There isn’t a band, Jules. The music is piped in.”

  “There’s a karaoke machine over there,” Brynna points to the corner of the room. “I bet Hottie McHotterson over there will turn it on.”

  “Who?” Nic asks.

  “The bartender.”

  “I got this.” I stand and plump up my breasts, as though I’m preparing for some kind of woman battle and saunter over to the bar, ready to flirt with McHotterson so he’ll let Meg sing.

  Chapter Seventeen

  ~Mark~

  “I fold.” Caleb throws his cards down in disgust and glares at Matt. “When did your luck get so fucking good?”

  “The day I met Nic,” he responds coolly and gathers the chips he just won. We’re in the high-roller area at the Aria, next door to where the girls are partying. None of us wanted to be too far from them.

  “God, you’re whipped,” Dom murmurs and bites on his cigar as he counts his chips. Will set us
each up in here with twenty-five thousand dollars worth of chips and said good luck as we sat at two tables and got down to business three hours ago.

  Any money we’re lucky enough to walk out of here with will be donated to charity.

  “It’ll happen to you eventually, brother.” Matt claps Dom on the shoulder and laughs when Dom’s face tightens. “Trust me. Some chick is going to make you stupid.”

  “He doesn’t need a chick for that,” Will yells from the table next to ours then high- fives Luke.

  Logan glances over at me and shakes his head with a rueful smile. He joined us about an hour ago after checking into the hotel.

  “When can we go collect our girls?” Luke asks.

  “Sick of us already?” Leo says and throws in some chips.

  “Natalie’s a helluva lot better looking than you.”

  “I won’t disagree there,” Leo says with a smile. “And you’ve got nothing on your sister.”

  “She’s a pain in the ass,” I murmur good-naturedly. “And you’re a fucking saint.”

  “I’m no saint.” He shakes his head. “And yes, she can be a pain in the ass, but she’s my pain in the ass.”

  “That’s so sweet,” Dom taunts him. “Watch out, you’re about to lose your man card.”

  Isaac smirks from next to Luke. “I think you pass your man card off to your wife when you get married. You’re still a man, but you’re her man.”

  “That’s too deep to think about when I’m drinking, bro,” Will responds and swigs his beer. “I’m not handing my man card off to anyone. Meg knows who the boss is.”

  All the guys burst out into laughter and shake their heads at Will as though he’s just a stupid, stupid man.

  “Sure she does,” Luke says with a grin. “She’s the boss.”

  “Yeah.” Will sighs and then gets a goofy grin on his face. “She is.”

  “See, you don’t have that problem when both people in the relationship are men,” Logan says with a satisfied smile.

  “Not gonna happen, dude,” Caleb says with a shake of his head, making Logan laugh.

  “That won’t ever be an issue for me either,” Leo mutters with a scowl and tosses his cards on the table in disgust.

  “Won’t marry you, huh?” Caleb asks.

  “Nope.”

  “Have you asked her?” Logan asks soberly. The more I get to know Logan the more I like him. He doesn’t mince words.

  “I’ve mentioned it a few times, but she insists that she doesn’t ever want to get married, so no, I’ve never formally proposed.” He looks miserable. His jaw ticks as he grinds his teeth and his tattooed hands are flexed on the table.

  “Ask her,” Nate says soberly.

  “She’ll say no.”

  “Maybe not,” I reply and nod when he looks up at me in surprise. “She thinks you’ve been mad at her or something.”

  “She talked to you?”

  “She came to my place one night when you were working late.”

  “I’m not fucking mad at her.” He scowls and shakes his head, as if he’s confused. “I can’t think of anything but her.”

  “Ask her,” Luke says again and then to the dealer, “I’m in.”

  Suddenly, all of our phones begin to chime and vibrate at once. We all glance at each other then check our phones.

  It’s from Meredith, and it’s a picture of her gorgeous breasts. Jesus Christ, just a photo of her tits makes me hard. Here’s your boob pic, perv.

  I grin and then glance around at the others. Their jaws are all dropped, staring at their phones in fascination.

  “Did everyone get a tit pic?” I ask.

  The guys nod, but Logan laughs and shakes his head. “No, I got a photo of my man draped in all of your women.” He shows it to all of us, making us laugh.

  “I thought you said they’d be safe together,” I say to Matt who is grinning like a loon and staring down at his phone.

  “I said they’d be safe. I didn’t say they’d make wise choices.” He tucks his phone inside his pocket as we all begin to pack it in. “However, I think that’s a sign that they’ve been left to their own devices for long enough.”

  “I’m marrying these tits,” Will says in wonder as he continues to stare at his phone.

  “Don’t let Meg hear you saying that,” Luke says with a laugh. “She’ll kick your ass.”

  “I’m marrying her,” he whispers and then grins, also like a loon.

  The Montgomerys are a bunch of fucking loons.

  We settle up with the dealers then head out. I’m ready to be with my girl. I couldn’t be happier that she’s having fun with the other girls, and it doesn’t surprise me. She’s funny as fuck and easy to love.

  She’s so fucking easy to love.

  “I have a feeling Jax might be pissed at me,” Logan confesses as we make our way through the casino toward the sky bridge back to the Cosmo.

  “Why?” I ask.

  “What the fuck did you do?” Will tosses over his shoulder to us.

  “He doesn’t know I’m coming,” Logan says, “so I haven’t been answering my phone today.”

  “Is he blowing it up? I hate it when that happens,” Dom says.

  “No, he’s just called once and texted a few times, but I feel guilty for not responding.”

  “You could have just pretended like you were at home,” I say and eye the man next to me.

  “I’m a horrible liar.”

  “It’s a text. He can’t tell if you’re lying.”

  He shrugs a shoulder and purses his lips. “I just hope I didn’t waste a trip to Vegas.”

  “You’re fine.” I clap him on the shoulder and follow the guys into the club. We all stop short, in a line, and stare open-mouthed at the scene before us.

  Meg is belting out a Britney Spears song on a karaoke machine. Brynna is lying on the bar with a wedge of lime between her perky, plump breasts and Sam is throwing back a shot of tequila, then takes the lime out of Bryn’s breasts with her teeth.

  “Jesus, my woman is doing body shots with your wife,” Leo says to Caleb, his voice low and reverent. Caleb simply nods silently.

  Jax and Natalie are on the dance floor, dancing to the noises coming out of Meg. Luke is watching her and laughing his ass off.

  Jules and Mer are leaning back against the bar, their heads tipped back so the bartender can pour shots directly into their mouths.

  Stacy is sitting on some strange man’s lap and Nic is behind the bar, serving customers, throwing bottles in the air Cocktail-style.

  “Is this really happening?” Dom asks when he can catch his breath from laughing.

  “Why is my wife sitting in some motherfucker’s lap?” Isaac asks. We’ve all crossed our arms over our chests, watching like it’s a train wreck that we just can’t look away from.

  The air smells of sweet liquor and bad choices as the girls laugh and high-five each other. Mr. Grabby Motherfucker lays his hands on Stacy’s hips and she automatically moves them away.

  “Good girl,” Isaac mutters. “I’m going to kill him.”

  “This is fucking awesome,” Dom laughs. “So fucking awesome.”

  “My girl can sing,” Will says with a grin.

  “Dude, you’re fucking drunk,” Leo says with a smirk. “She’s horrible right now.”

  “Fuck you, she’s awesome,” Will insists.

  “Hey! Mr. Lovey Pants is here!” Meredith exclaims and points at Logan. “Jax! He’s here!”

  “Did she just call me ‘Mr. Lovey Pants’?” Logan asks incredulously.

  “Yeah, I think that’s what they call you when you’re not around,” I inform him soberly.

  “Well, I do have a lot of love in my pants,” Logan says smugly.

  “Dude, really?” Caleb snarls.

  “He’s going to fit in just fine,” Dom laughs and doubles over when Stacy waves at Isaac.

  “Baby! Hi! This is Stan.” We all walk forward to claim our girls. “All of the chairs were gone!�
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  “I’m not Stan,” he says and winks at Stacy.

  “Who are you?” Isaac growls.

  “Ted.”

  “He looks like a Stan,” Stacy shrugs. “All of the chairs in the whole world were gone!”

  “If you don’t take your hands off my wife,” Isaac says coldly, “I’m going to fucking kill you. My brother is a cop and I’ll get away with it. I won’t tell you again.”

  Ted pales and swallows hard, then smiles at Stacy and boosts her out of his lap. “Nice to meet you, darlin’.” With that, he scurries away.

  “I missed you so much!” Mer exclaims and launches herself into my arms. “It’s been days and days since I saw you.”

  “I saw you about four hours ago, baby.” I laugh and kiss the top of her head, then tilt her chin up so I can kiss her soft lips.

  “Did you know Mr. Lovey Pants was coming?”

  “I did. It was a surprise.”

  “Awww,” she says and lays her head on my shoulder, watching her friend. “Look at them.”

  Logan and Jax are dancing, their foreheads pressed together as Meg and Will sing a horrible rendition of “I Got You Babe” by Sonny and Cher.

  Luke lifts Nat in his arms and kisses her long and slow, making Jules gag. “Stop it!”

  “No,” Luke says then goes in for more kisses.

  “Christ on a crutch, Williams, your room is right upstairs!” Nate wraps his arms around her, pulling her against him, but she continues to taunt Luke until finally Nate simply shuts her up by kissing her himself.

  “There’s a lot of kissing going on around here,” Brynna murmurs.

  “Let’s go upstairs,” Caleb says and takes her hand in his, leading her toward the door.

  “I’m getting orgasms!” Brynna calls and waves at all of us. “Can we do that sixty-nine thing you’re so good at?”

  “Me too!” Jules announces. “Well, apagasms.”

  “Julianne,” Nate murmurs in exasperation.

  “What? I am!”

  Sam and Leo are at the bar, Sam is in Leo’s lap, but they’re not talking to each other while Matt joins Nic behind the bar and eyes the apron tied around her waist.

  “We’re taking this with us,” he informs the bartender and leads Nic out of the club without a backward glance.