“I haven’t done anything.” I brace my hands on his shoulders as he kisses his way down my neck, making my center clench and immediately go damp.
“You don’t have to do it on purpose. You breathe and I’m hard,” he says as his hands drift down my ribcage to my hips then slips one hand under my skirt and between my legs. “I’m going to taste you, right here.”
“There are probably cameras here,” I say then gasp when he tweaks a hard nipple through my dress.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He squats before me, pushes my dress up high on my thighs so only he can see what’s under it. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
I brace one hand on the wall to my left and push my fingers into his hair as he leans in and barely brushes the tip of his tongue over my already swollen clit. “Oh God, M.”
“You’re already so wet.” His voice is hushed. His fingers glide through my lips then he pushes one finger inside me, he presses his thumb on my clit and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, hiding me and his face from any camera that might be pointed our way and wraps his lips around my clit, sucking hard.
“Mark, holy shit.”
“Mm,” he hums, pulls his finger out, then plunges his tongue inside me, kissing me in the most intimate way possible, making me see stars. He’s simply amazing. His hands are holding me firmly, making sure I don’t fall, as he laps at my core, sucking, licking and kissing me until I couldn’t even tell you my name. Even my fingertips are vibrating from the amazing sensations rolling through me and suddenly, my stomach clenches as I fist my hand in his hair and come hard against his mouth. His eyes are turned up to mine, watching me come undone, and when I’m done, he doesn’t stop. He continues to nibble and make love to my folds, then kisses my inner thighs, lowers my leg off his shoulder and stands, fists my hair in his hands and kisses me hard. I can taste myself on him and it turns me on even more.
I wrap one leg around his waist and have half a mind to simply climb him when he lifts me against the wall, reaches between us to unzip his jeans, frees himself and pushes inside me in one swift thrust.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Meredith,” he whispers against my neck. “I shouldn’t be doing this here, but you’d tempt the Pope himself.” He begins to fuck me fast and hard, and within five strokes, he stills and comes, his hips jerk against mine as he empties himself inside me, grinding against my clit and sending me into another amazing orgasm.
“Are you fucking trying to kill me?” he murmurs as he slips out, tucks himself away and helps me right my dress. His semen rolls out of me and down my leg.
“Well, that’s not obvious at all,” I say sarcastically.
“Here.” He pulls his T-shirt off, and the white undershirt beneath it, squats again and uses his undershirt to clean me up as much as possible before tugging his T-shirt back on.
“I hope that doesn’t end up on the internet,” I say playfully. Mark’s face goes white as he stares down at me.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think—”
“I’m just kidding. It’s fine. I’m sure this happens all the time in Vegas.”
He pushes his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. “I’ve never lost it like this with anyone. It’s you. You’ve put some kind of spell on me.”
“Yes, I call it the sexy spell,” I reply and kiss his chin. “I’m going to cast it all night, so get ready.”
“Come on, sassy witch.” He spanks my ass playfully as we walk back toward the door to the club. He tosses the ruined tank into a garbage can. “I can’t guarantee that I won’t do that again if you keep shaking your ass on the dance floor.”
“Well, we’ll be disappearing a lot then because I plan to dance as much as possible.”
“You are trying to kill me.”
As we walk past the dance floor, Jax waves at me, grinning over Nic, Stacy and Brynna’s heads as they all dance with him.
“He stole all your women,” Mark says with a laugh as we sit at the table. My pussy is still throbbing from two orgasms and Mark’s big cock. I squirm in my seat as Dominic catches my gaze. He winks and shakes his head, takes a sip of his drink and checks his phone when it vibrates on the table at his elbow. It’s amazing how different Dominic looks from his brothers. He has the same blue eyes, but he’s so dark. Inky hair and olive skin. He’s big like them, though. Tall and broad and delicious. He’s quiet. I haven’t really had much of a chance to talk with him since that day at Will’s house.
“Okay, who’s next? I want to dance. I think all of you should get off your asses and dance.” I point at all of the guys, making them smile.
“I’ll dance with you,” Mark says.
“Didn’t you just do that?” Isaac asks with a laugh.
“I don’t call that dancing,” Mark replies with a smug smile and leads me out to the dance floor. The music is fast, but he pulls me into his arms and sways back and forth as if it’s a ballad.
“This isn’t what I had in mind,” I murmur as I bury my face in his neck and hold on tight.
“It’s what I had in my mind,” he says and kisses my hair. “I just want to stand here for a few minutes and enjoy the way you feel in my arms.”
“Jules was right, you are mushy.”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t either.”
When the song is over, Caleb, Matt and Isaac walk onto the floor and claim their women, pulling them into their arms and spinning them around the floor. Jax grins and takes advantage of the break. He returns to the table, but as soon as he sits down, a woman approaches him and asks him to dance. He shakes his head, sending her away and begins chatting with Dominic.
“I’m so glad you invited me to come here.” I grin up at Mark.
“Me too.”
“What are we doing tomorrow?”
“You’re going to keep me permanently hard while you lay in a bathing suit by the pool,” he replies with a grin.
“That sounds like fun. Will you put sunblock on me?”
“Of course.”
“Will you bring me fruity drinks with umbrellas in them?”
“If you ask nicely.”
“Will you keep your shirt off all day, also keeping me in a perpetual state of horniness?”
“If that’s what it takes, yes.” He laughs and tucks my hair behind my ear. “You make me laugh.”
“I’m glad.”
His face sobers as he drags his fingertips down my cheek. We’re still swaying back and forth, dancing to our own rhythm.
“I crave you, you know.”
“There’s no shame in that,” I reply as I smooth my finger over his lower lip. He puckers his lips and kisses me gently. “There are times I want you so badly my body feels like it’s on fire.”
“It’s not just that. It’s everything. I crave everything about you. Your body, your laughter, the way you make me feel when I’m with you. You’re my drug, Meredith.”
“I’m addicted in the same way, and I don’t plan to ever have to recover from you again, Mark.”
He stills for a moment and pins me with his blue gaze, sending shivers down my spine, as if he’s reached in and touched my soul.
“There’s no recovering from this.”
Chapter Sixteen
“We’ve walked so much tonight, my feet are numb,” Stacy grumbles as we stand on the escalator leading up to the club in our hotel, the Cosmopolitan.
“I think that’s from the liquor,” Nat replies.
“These chandeliers are crazy,” Jules says and squints her eyes as she stares at the glittering glass surrounding us. “It really fucks with your head when you’ve had a lot to drink.”
“I wonder if the bastards did that on purpose?” Sam wonders.
“We’re definitely in the prettiest hotel on the strip,” Brynna says with a grin. “I’m surprised you talked Will into this place, Meg.”
“I don’t think he cared where we stayed as long as it
had a buffet and a bar,” Meg replies with a giggle and sips her pink drink. “The buffet here is killer. I think Will would have been happy sleeping with the crab legs.”
“The man can eat,” Jules says with a sigh. “This fifteen minute break from Vegas shenanigans was not good. I’m feeling droopy.”
We reach the top of the escalator and Sam steps between Jules and Nat, loops her arms through theirs and says, “Perk up, girls, the shenanigans are just beginning!”
“These women are hilarious,” Jax murmurs to me and leads me into the club. “I haven’t been flirted with this much since we were at that club in New York after the New Year’s Eve show three years ago.”
“That was a gay club,” I remind him with a roll of the eyes. “Needless to say, I didn’t see any action that night.”
“Trust me, snickerdoodle, I saw enough action for both of us that night.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively as the girls around us burst out in laughter.
“You’re disgusting.”
“You’re hilarious,” Nic says as we commandeer two tables, pushing them together again. The same bartender from last night is behind the bar and rolls his eyes at us as we sit down.
“I haven’t recovered from you guys from last night yet!” he yells to us.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, sugar,” Stacy says with a wink. “We shook off our men and left our filters in Seattle.”
“Great.” He laughs and shakes his head as he walks down the bar to help a customer.
“I wonder if the guys are having fun?” Brynna asks and types away on her phone.
“You better not be texting the enemy,” Jules says with a glare. “This is Meg’s bitchelorette party.”
“I’m just texting my mom to see how the kids are.”
“Oh, good idea,” Nat says and begins typing on her phone too.
“Okay, all the moms get their check ins with the babysitters now, because you won’t be sober enough for it in a little while,” Jax says and flags down a waitress.
“What are the guys doing again?” I ask and raise a brow when Jax starts typing on his phone. “I didn’t realize you were a baby daddy.”
“I’m not, smart ass. Logan hasn’t been answering his phone today.”
“Trouble in paradise?” My grin fades when his worried, dark eyes meet mine. “I’m sure he’s fine. He’s probably making up time at work from the days he took off this week with you.”
He nods, but the frown on his face says he doesn’t buy it.
“Remember? Not all guys are cheating bastards.”
“I didn’t say I thought he was fucking cheating.” He scowls and slams back the shot of tequila the waitress just set before him. “But now I am.”
“Trust me,” Stacy says and leans across both Brynna and Meg to lay her hand over Jax’s arm. “No one is going to cheat on a hot piece of ass like you.”
“Oh God,” Nat says and begins giggling. “And so it begins.”
“You think I’m a hot piece of ass?” Jax asks with a delighted smile.
“Oh yeah,” Brynna says with a decisive nod as the others smile and agree.
“I don’t.” I curl my lip and eye Jax then dissolve into giggles and admit, “Okay, yeah, you’re a hot piece of ass. But stop feeding his ego! We’ll never get his head through the door on the way out.”
“That’s what he said,” Jax says, making us all laugh again.
“I’m so glad we have a gay friend now,” Jules announces and raises her drink in a toast. “To Jax, the missing link in our circle!”
“To Jax!” We all slam back another shot and clap, some of us dancing in our seats to the pulsing music around us.
“Okay, no more alcohol for me,” Nic announces and orders a diet soda.
“Why?” Meg pouts. “It’s my party. We have to get stupid drunk.”
“Liquor and diabetes don’t mix well,” Nic says with a grimace. “But don’t worry. I can be stupid without it.”
“Oh good,” Meg says and kisses Nic’s cheek. “I’m so glad you’re all here. I’m so glad I’m finally marrying that big, sweet football star.”
“We are too. You waited long enough,” Nat says.
“There’s always something that comes up. Football and family stuff and my promotion at the hospital.”
“We knew you’d get around to it,” Jules says. “God, these lemon drops are insanely delicious.”
“You know what’s insanely delicious?” Sam asks.
“What?” We all ask in unison then high five each other because, clearly, that was hilarious.
“When Leo slaps my ass.” She bites on the straw of her vodka and cranberry juice.
“I bet Leo is insane in bed,” Jules says with a sigh.
“Jules!” Nat cries as we all giggle.
“What? He’s one of the few around here that I’m not related to! Let me lust after him.”
“That’s fair,” Brynna says. “We get to lust after five hot Montgomerys, two hot Williams and a McKenna. Jules can have Leo.”
In our fuzzy alcohol minds, this sounds perfectly logical.
“I want to know more about these apagasms I’ve heard so much about,” Nic says, leaning forward in excitement. “Spill it, McKenna.”
“Wait, what’s an apagasm?” Jax asks.
“Nate has an apa,” Meg informs him, as if these things happen every day.
“A what-a?” I ask and Jules breaks out in laughter.
“That’s what I said the first time I saw it!”
“What is it?” I sip my sweet drink and lean in with Nic, ready to hear what this magical thing is.
“He has his dick pierced,” Nat says, but cups her hand around her mouth and says it like it’s a big secret, but the dude sitting at the table next to us whips his head around when he hears her and then laughs.
“Dude!” Jax exclaims and cups his hand protectively over his own junk.
“It’s just… fantastic,” Jules says with a dreamy sigh.
“I hate you,” Brynna says with a glare.
“Are you saying Caleb is slacking in the sex department?” I ask.
“Hell no. The man can make me come just by looking at me. And he does this sixty-nine thing that I swear to Jesus is illegal in all fifty states.” She covers her heart with her hand and bites her lip as the waitress magically reappears with more drinks.
God bless her.
“Did having babies change stuff?” I ask. “Like, how it feels?”
“For a little while, but it’s still good, and then your body figures it all out again and you get back to normal,” Natalie says.
“I don’t want to hear about this part.” Jax cringes. “Sorry, girls, but your bits and pieces don’t interest me.”
“Oh!” A very drunk Meg jumps up and down in her seat. “I have a question for you.” She points her hand at Jax and then throws him a naughty grin.
“Yes! We can ask boy sex questions,” Stacy agrees.
Jax clears his throat and then sits back in his chair and offers all the girls a fake serious look. “Yes, I am at your service, ladies. The doctor is in.”
“Me first,” Meg says. “What does an orgasm feel like?”
Jax blinks rapidly and we all snicker at him.
“What does it feel like for a girl?” he asks.
“Tingly, melty, explosive, tingly goodness,” Nat says with a sigh. “Fuck, my husband’s good at the orgasms.”
We all nod in agreement. It must be genetic because Mark’s fucking brilliant at them as well.
I believe I’ve had about thirty-seven of them since we’ve been in Vegas. It’s like it’s his life’s mission to keep me permanently aroused.
It’s awesome.
“Wait,” Sam says and holds up a hand just as Jax begins to answer the question. “Let’s get more specific than that. Where does the orgasm start?”
“Start?” Now Jax just looks confused. “Sugar, who gives a fuck where it starts? The end result is the most important p
art.”
“God, I love the way he says sugar.” Stacy smiles dreamily at Jax. “I’m so glad you’re gay. I can flirt with you without my husband killing you.”
“That’s convenient,” Jax sputters and then just covers his face with his hands and dissolves into laughter. “I love you ladies.”
“What’s not to love?” Nic says with a wink. “So, talk more about the boy orgasm.”
“Boys don’t have orgasms, sugar.” Jax winks back at her and we all laugh some more, pounding the table with our palms and high fiving Jax.
“Well, obviously your balls tighten up,” Sam says while tapping her lips with her finger in thought. “Is that when it starts?”
“I’ve never really thought about it.” He scratches his dark head and looks toward the ceiling, also thinking about it. “No, that’s just before you come, but it really starts in the spine. At least, for me. I’m sure it’s different for everyone.”
“In your spine?” Meg exclaims with wide eyes. “What the fuck happens to your spine?”
“It tingles.”
“So, it’s tingly for you too,” Nat says, pleased that she was right.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“And then your balls tighten?” Brynna asks and sips her drink. We’re all leaning in now, watching Jax with wide eyes, as if he’s telling us the secrets of NASA and Area 51 all at the same time.
“Yes. I think so.”
“Does that feel weird?” Jules asks. “I mean, the skin gets all tight and stuff too. I would think it would hurt.”
“It doesn’t hurt.” Now Jax is blushing and laughing, his arms are crossed over his chest. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to be telling you guys this stuff. It’s man stuff.”
“But you’re our gay guy!” Brynna slams her hand on the table for emphasis. “You’re the only one we can ask!”
“Ask your men,” he says rationally then slams back another shot.
“If I ask Luke about orgasms, he just jumps right into giving them to me and then I forget what I was asking in the first place,” Nat says with a frown. “He makes me lose my words.”
“I lose my words all the time!” Meg exclaims. “It’s the ’nesia.”
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