Page 48 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

I tilt my head back to gaze up at him. “Probably be miserable.”

Jackson’s hand gravitates back to my cheek, his thumb grazing my bottom lip. “That doesn’t feel fair.”

“It’s not.”

We don’t move from that spot, continuing to stare at each other as the air grows thicker and heavier around us. Like it’s holding us together.

Like we’re not meant to be apart.

It feels too good being in his arms. I can’t tear myself out of them just yet.

Instead, I lift up on my toes and press my lips against his, my hands resting on his chest.

Jackson immediately returns my kiss, deepening it with a tease of his tongue.

Heat flushes through me, coursing through every vein in my body. I let my hands travel everywhere over his bare torso, exploring every line and ridge of muscle. Every stroke of ink and scar.

“Come here,” Jackson murmurs before picking me up by my hips with ease.

I wrap my legs around his waist and curl my arms around his neck, holding on tightly as he carries me back into my suite.

The balcony door thuds shut behind us, and I no longer hear the crash of the waves or the birds crying outside. All I hear is faint gasps and moans as he lays me down on my bed and works on stripping off my clothes.

The cool air hits my bare skin as he tosses my t-shirt to the side, my nipples quickly hardening.

Jackson groans at the sight and leans down to suck on one of them, squeezing my breast with his hand.

The lash of his tongue drives me crazy. “Oh…”

Jackson moves his lips to the other nipple, kneading my flesh in his large hands so that not a single inch goes untouched. “Fuck, you look gorgeous.”

My face burns from the compliment. He’s the one who looks like he could be a model. Especially lately, I haven’t really been feeling myself.

But Jackson gazes down at me like I’m a work of art made to be admired. He teases my nipples with his fingertips before trailing his fingers along the curves of my breasts.

I can’t help but shiver under his touch, goosebumps forming on my skin. He could spend the entire day touching me like this, and it would be sweet torture. It feels so good, but I know what’s coming will feel even better.

“I want you,” I tell him, needing more.

“Good,” he murmurs before taking his hands off me.

I’m about to whine in protest when he slips his fingers under the waist of my shorts and panties, tugging them off me in one pull. He pushes my legs apart to settle between them, his head dipping between my thighs.

A pleased gasp rips from me as his tongue strokes my clit. Over and over. I fist the sheets on either side of me, my back arching off the bed as he tastes me.

Jackson runs his hands over me, squeezing the soft flesh of my ass and thighs and keeping me pinned down so that his mouth can work. He dips his tongue into my entrance, teasing me to make me squirm.

“Jax,” I beg.

Jackson drags his tongue back up to my clit, circling slowly. His eyes lift to mine, dark and hungry.

“Please don’t stop,” I tell him, familiar tension winding tight low in my stomach.

Jackson digs his fingers into my thighs, holding my hips down as he sucks on my clit.

I nearly come out of my own body, my nerves lighting up with pleasure. I grip his hair as my back lifts off the bed. “Oh, fuck…yes…yes!”

My orgasm overtakes me, reducing me to a shaking mess that he eagerly licks up.