Page 60 of Vegas with my Brother’s Best Friends

His hands steadily move downward, his fingertips sinking into my back. “You know, we have a huge bathtub.”

He can be so sweet and speak so gently, but when his voice dips low like that, it drives me crazy.

“Big enough for two people?”

Marcus responds by picking me up bridal style, the sleeves of his t-shirt pulling tight around his tattooed biceps. “Plenty of room.”

With an eager smile, I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on as he carries me to the bathroom.

As promised, there’s a huge bathtub across from the long bathroom counter and the mirror above it. White, hexagonal tile fills the room, and the counter is white marble.

It’s almost too bright in this room, but it’s certainly clean and fancy.

Marcus sets me down on the counter and turns the hot water on. “If only I had some candles.”

If anyone can make a moment romantic, it’s him.

“How are you single?”

I know he’s said that he hasn’t found the right person yet, but there has to be a deeper reason for why he isn’t out there dating to find the right girl. Something must be holding him back like the others.

Marcus turns to me and tugs his shirt off, putting his tattooed skin on display. He’s a work of art himself. “That’s a complicated answer.”

“Is it?”

Marcus strides over to me, his hands gliding up my thighs. “I could explain it or show you how glad I am that we’re both single.”

He’s one of my favorite people on the planet to talk to, but he’s looking quite delicious right now.

I answer by kissing him, my hands cupping the frame of his face.

Marcus undoes my black shorts and hooks his fingers under the waist of them and my panties. He tugs them off, my tank top and bra following soon after.

I drop my hands to his shorts, pulling on the waist until he takes off the rest of his clothes.

Marcus grabs the underside of my thighs and lifts me off the bathroom counter, carrying me over to the tub as hot water continues to flow from the faucet. He carefully steps in and lowers us, his back settling against the white porcelain side.

I twist around on his lap and shut off the water before resting my back against his chest, the hot water reaching just under my breasts.

“Good?” Marcus asks as he curls his arms around me.

“Very good,” I say before tilting my head back so that I can press a soft kiss against his lips.

Marcus places a hand on my cheek, holding me there as our kiss steadily deepens. His cock starts to harden under me.

I part my lips, my tongue brushing his.

“Let me help you relax,” he whispers to me before slipping one hand between my thighs.

A faint moan slips past my lips as his fingertips graze my clit under the water.

Marcus squeezes my breast with his other hand, his thumb teasing my hardening nipple.

I melt under his touch, spreading my legs wider so that his fingers can roam and explore. Every nerve in my body comes alive, making me restless.

Desperate for more.

Marcus kisses his way up my neck before teasingly grazing his teeth along my earlobe.