Page 10 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

“Hell yes.”

I nod and take a sip of my concoction made of spiced rum, bitters, and sugar. It throws me for a loop at first, but the aftertaste is pretty damn good. The second sip is even better.

“Damn, we should’ve started our night drinking here,” Tyler says with an impressed look.

Cassidy nods. “This is the best drink that I’ve had all night.”

“Nice pick, Jax,” Marcus tells me.

I had a feeling this place would impress.

“I’ll have to tell the girls about this place,” Cassidy says. “Maybe we can come here tomorrow instead of that country bar some of them want to try.”

I smirk. “Country bar?”

Cassidy playfully rolls her eyes. “They’re wanting to try all sorts of things while we’re still in Vegas. It’s been kind of a nightmare trying to make an itinerary.”

“What’s on it so far?” Marcus asks as he stretches his arm out across the top of the booth, his fingertips resting on the curve of her shoulder.

“Brunch. Manicures. Spa. Sightseeing tour. Lunch. Drinks. Tanning by the pool. Get ready for dinner with some more drinks. Catch our reservation at this fancy sushi place. Drink some more and probably end the night on karaoke at said country bar.”

I whistle. Damn, that’s a lot to do in one day. I was already surprised at the premise of bachelor and bachelorette parties being more of a weekend trip than a one night event, but Ryan and Sarah pull in enough money to do whatever the hell they want.

That’s why they can afford a week-long destination wedding in Cabo San Lucas, Mexico.

“What about you guys?” she asks, looking between us.

The moment her eyes catch mine, I forget her question. This is the closest that I’ve gotten to her the entire night, and that has been on purpose.

It would be so easy to drop my hand to her thigh. To trace the inner curve of it all the way up to her panties. To feel her writhe in ecstasy when my fingers reach where she wants them the most.

Fuck. I gave Ryan my word not to try anything with his little sister, but the longer I’m around her, the harder that is.

“I honestly have no idea,” Tyler answers for me when I just peer back at her. “I’m sure the others are going to be insanely hungover, so they’ll probably be slow to get up.”

Marcus nods, silently passing me a confused look.

I ignore him and drink my expensive cocktail.

“You sure you don’t want to be making questionable decisions with them right now?” Cassidy asks with a sly smile.

Tyler and Marcus laugh.

“Who says we need to be with them to do that?” Tyler replies, cocking an eyebrow at her. “We can get in as much trouble as them easily.”

Cassidy clicks her tongue at him. “I knew you were still a troublemaker.”

Marcus gently strokes a strand of her hair between his fingertips. “You’re not all that innocent yourself. You broke the rules now and again.”

Cassidy playfully scoffs at them before looking up at me, her arm grazing mine. “I behave perfectly fine. Don’t I?”

Talking about whether or not she behaves is minefield territory. I should not stray into it, but I’m a damn sadist when it comes to her.

“Depends on how well you follow orders now.”

Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t shy away from me. Her eyes light up from the challenge.

“Depends on who’s giving them.”