Page 11 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

I take her hand under the table and rest them both on her thigh just beneath the bottom of her dress that has slightly ridden up. Her skin is so soft under my knuckles, and I have to fight the urge to slip my fingers under her dress.

It doesn’t help when I feel her squeeze her thighs tighter together.

Is she feeling the heat that I do right now?

My hand slides toward the crease between her thighs, and I don’t feel any resistance from her. Her hand rides the movement, following my lead.

“You’re cute when you’re feisty,” Tyler teases her.

She wrinkles her nose at him. “Cute?”

“Your brother would break my nose for calling you anything else.”

Cassidy shrugs. “Well, what he can’t hear won’t piss him off.”

I love when she gets like this. Playful. Daring. Coy.

Like she doesn’t give a damn about the consequences.

“Tell her what you wanted to say,” Marcus tells Tyler, moving his hand to rest on her other thigh.

Cassidy draws in a deep breath, and her thighs part a little. Just enough to let my hand slip between them.

“Yeah, don’t hold back, Ty,” I say, my voice dipping lower. My fingertips brush the soft material of her panties.

Cassidy’s grip on my hand tightens for a second, but she loosens it the next moment.

Tyler chuckles. “You guys are trying to get me killed. Fine. She’s sexy when she gets feisty.”

Satisfaction flickers across her face, the sides of her mouth curling up. “Now, was that so hard?”

Her voice has a slight tremor to it, but she’s steady for the most part. She knows what she wants.

Tyler’s eyes darken, his grin turning coy. “I should put you over my knee for that.”

My fingers push against her core at that exact moment, feeling how soaked her panties are.

When her breath hitches, mine nearly does too. Fuck, are we really going this far? We’re saying things like that to our best friend’s little sister and I’m touching her under the table, and she’s liking it?

Tense silence radiates between the four of us as we gaze at each other, waiting for the tension to shatter. For there to be relief.

It takes everything in me not to pull her onto my lap. I need to pump the damn brakes before I do something that I’ll later regret.

“It’s getting late,” I say as I remove my hand from between her thighs. “We should probably wrap up soon.”

Cassidy nods, chewing on her bottom lip with eyes clouded with thoughts.

I want to know what she’s thinking, but I’m not brave enough to ask. I shouldn’t ask to begin with.

“I can Uber back to the hotel if you guys want to stay out,” Cassidy tells us once we finish our drinks and leave the table.

“We’ll take you back to the hotel and make sure you get to your room okay,” I reply, forcing myself not to touch her back or her hand despite the natural pull I feel to do so.

I need to shake these reflexes quickly before I fuck up in front of Ryan.

“I don’t think we should walk her all the way to her room,” Tyler says. “What if Ryan happens to see? I’d rather not get bombarded with questions about what we were up to.”

Marcus stiffly shrugs. “We were just hanging out. Not a big deal.”