Page 49 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

Jackson kisses the inside of my thigh before lifting his head, looking satisfied. “I want to fuck you now. Can you handle that, angel?”

I nod, breathless.

“You know I like to hear your voice,” Jackson murmurs as he sits back on his legs, rubbing his erection through his swim trunks.

My mouth dries. “I can handle that. I can handle you.”

He smirks. “Yeah, we’ll see about that. Get on your side.”

I do as he says, turning onto my right side. I nearly shudder from anticipation, still feeling sensitive from the insane pleasure that just his mouth can elicit.

Jackson takes off his swim trunks and lays down behind me, his cock pressing against the curve of my ass. He kisses the back of my shoulder as he lifts my top leg, allowing his cock to slide back and forth through my folds.

I lean back against him, bliss sparking just from the friction of his grinding. I turn my head and kiss him over my shoulder just as the head of his cock presses against my entrance and pushes inside.

Our kiss muffles my responding moan. I have to remember to breathe as he fills me with every inch.

“Fuck, I missed this,” Jackson murmurs, burying himself to the hilt. “You know, I dreamed about this. Us. I wanted it so fucking badly I couldn’t even escape it in my sleep.”

“Now, you’ve got the real thing again,” I say with a wry smile.

Knowing that he dreams about me makes my stomach flutter. Sure, he can’t control his dreams, but his mind is on me one way or another.

“So much better,” Jackson replies before kissing me again. He tightens his grip on my leg, keeping my thighs apart so that he can start rocking into me. “Feels so good.”

I reach back and card my fingers through his hair, pleasure building within me with every hard thrust. The angle he hits is deliciously deep, increasing the pressure between my thighs.

He’s going to unravel me all over again.

“Just like that,” I tell him as his hips snap against me.

“You like it hard, huh?” Jackson murmurs near my ear.

A blissful smile crosses my face. “I don’t want you to hold back. If you wanted to be with me so badly that you dreamed about it, show me.”

Jackson takes my challenge and rolls me onto my stomach. He moves on top of me, pounding into me as he holds me down against the mattress.

My cheek presses against the bed as he gives me exactly what I asked for, my core throbbing. He drives into me so hard that I can’t even string a sentence together. All I can do is cry out when my second orgasm wrecks me.

Jackson spills inside of me right afterward, breathing heavily. “Fuck, Cass.”

I can’t even push myself up to my hands and knees. My arms and legs feel like jelly right now, so I just lay there, taking in what just happened.

We did exactly what we weren’t supposed to do.

“Jax…”

“I know,” he sighs as he rests his forehead against the back of my shoulder. “Damn it.”

I wish I could regret all the sex more, but no one has ever made me feel as good as them.

A soft laugh breaks from me, sparking his own. We lay there for a few moments until our laughter fades into silence. Until there’s nothing left to do but deal with reality.

“You should probably rejoin the group soon so they don’t get suspicious,” I tell him. “I’ll show up for dinner and say I took a nap.”

Jackson carefully pulls out of me before rolling me over and picking me up. He carries me to the bathroom. “Sounds like a plan. I’ll clean up and go. Shower or bath?”

“I think I’ll take a long bath.”