Breathe with Me (With Me in Seattle, #7)(59)

“You feel good.”

“You okay?”

“Mm… just enjoying the way your boobs feel against my face. I need a moment of silence.”

I chuckle and kiss the top of his head then pull back so I can look down at him. “There are children around.”

“They can find their own boobs.”

We laugh together for a long moment until I take a deep breath and tilt my forehead down on his. “Are you excited for Vegas?”

“I am. It’ll be fun. There are some surprises planned.”

“Tell me.”

“I can’t. Then it won’t be a surprise.”

“Spoil sport.” I kiss his forehead then stand and hold my hand out for him. “Come on. Let’s go pack for our trip.”

“You do know we’re getting very dirty in Vegas, right?”

“I was counting on it.”





Chapter Fifteen


“I wanna double-down, bitches!” Meg exclaims and sips her drink.

“No, you don’t,” Nate informs her with a shake of his head and stares at Will in exasperation. “Dude, control your woman.”

“Yes, I do,” she insists. “I like the way it sounds when you say it. Double-down, bitches!” The dealer laughs and follows Meg’s instructions as I lean back against Mark’s hard chest and laugh my ass off.

“It sounds like a sexual position,” Sam says and motions for the dealer to give her another card.

“Ooooh,” Jules murmurs and glances up at her handsome husband. “Maybe we should try the double-down later.”

“I believe we tried it this morning,” he says and kisses her head.

“Seriously? I do not need to hear about you banging my sister,” Will says with a glare. We are at the Blackjack table with Nate, Jules, Sam, Meg and Will. The others are scattered through the casino, playing slots or sitting at the bar.

“We have a baby,” Jules reminds her brother. “We clearly bang.”

“Shut up.”

“A lot,” she continues.

“Stop talking, Jules.”

“He’s really good at it.” Jules sips her drink smugly when Will glares at her, not bothering to continue to tell her to shut up.

“Thank you, baby,” Nate says and kisses Jules’ cheek.

Meg pouts when she loses her twenty dollars then swings around in the seat and wraps her arms around Will’s middle, pressing her cheek to his broad chest. “I lost my money.”

“That’s what happens when you double-down when you have a total of six,” Nate informs her. “Have you ever played this game before?”

“No.”

“Oh my God!” We all whip around at the sound of Natalie’s exclamation to find her sitting at a slot machine, grinning and jumping up and down in her seat. Luke comes running up behind her from the bar.

“What’s wrong?” he demands, his eyes worried.

“Nothing! I just won like fifty thousand points!” She claps her hands, then grips Luke’s collar in her fists and kisses him soundly.

“How much is that worth?” I call out. She studies the machine and tallies the math.

“Fifty bucks,” Mark whispers in my ear, chuckling.

“Fifty dollars!” Natalie exclaims, as if it’s fifty million dollars. She looks so pleased with herself as Luke kisses her cheek and helps her cash it out.

“Drinks on Natalie!” Jules says.

“We’re drinking for free already,” Mark reminds her.

“Drinks on Natalie later!” she says, then flags down a waitress to order another drink.

Jax is at the bar with Stacy, Brynna and Nic, telling them all kinds of elaborate stories, I’m sure. They’re hanging on his every word. It doesn’t hurt that he’s hot as hell and funny too.

And he’s a horrible flirt.

“Jax is in his element,” I say to Mark and gesture to my friend as he’s making the girls laugh.

“I knew they’d love him,” Mark says. “They can flirt with him without their men losing their shit.”

“Isaac’s watching,” I whisper and point to the oldest Montgomery who is at a roulette table with Leo, Matt, Dom and Caleb. Isaac’s eyes are trained on his wife, who is laughing hysterically at something Jax just said.

“They’ll all keep their eyes peeled. That’s what we do.” Mark shrugs and points to the blackjack table. “Do you want to play?”

“Nah. I’m a horrible gambler.”

“You don’t have a poker face.” Mark kisses my head. “And you look delicious in this little dress.” He gestures to my simple black tank dress that shows off my curves and legs. When I put it on before leaving the hotel room, it was with the intention of making Mark suffer for the night.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I say and sip my sex on the beach. He’s in dark jeans and a tight American Fighter T-shirt that is just begging for me to rip it off his hard body.

“Are you wearing panties under there?” he whispers in my ear.

I shake my head no and grin to myself when he growls deep in his throat.

“You’re killing me.”