Sin City Baby

Sam was like me.

Not afraid to go after what she wanted, no matter the cost.

“Is everyone ready so soon?” Sam asked.

“Nope. Just me so far. Figured I’d come see how you were after getting your ass whooped by slot machines all day.”

“It’s okay. It’s not the first time something mechanical has left me breathless.”

Holy fucking shit.

“You should see your face right now,” she said with a grin. “Come on in. You can sit on the bed. I’m almost ready.”

“You don’t look almost ready,” I said as I stepped into her hotel room.

“It won’t take me very long to get dressed. I don’t plan on wearing much,” she teased, clearly enjoying how red my face felt like it had to be. I sat down on the bed, my chest heaving. Fuck. The image of her with a vibrator between her legs wouldn't stop bombarding my mind. I closed my eyes and dug the heels of my hands into them, trying to erase the thoughts racing through my mind.

But I couldn't.

Her body dripping with water. I bet she looked fucking fabulous in the shower. I could fuck her against the tile walls while hot water battered down on our bodies. I drew in deep breaths as I listened to her humming in the bathroom. I focused on the sound as the image of her naked body fell from my mind. I’d always had a thing for Sam, for as long as I could remember. Every time she came over to hang out with Lauren, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I couldn't stop listening to her laughter. I couldn't stop eavesdropping on their conversations to see if she talked about me or thought about me the way I thought about her.

But my brothers had always gotten in my way.

I knew they all liked her. It was painfully obvious. Liam thought he kept his looks under control, but his eyes roamed as much as mine did. But none of my brothers were laying their hands on her tonight.

It was my time with her. My time to show her the kind of man she deserved. A man who could rock her in bed, support her in her life, and make her happier than she ever thought she’d be. I’d do anything for that woman.

“Levi?”

“Yeah?”

“Could you do me a favor?” Sam asked.

“What’s up?”

“In my bag, there’s a pair of heels. They’re silver. Can you toss them into the bathroom for me?”

“Sure thing. Give me a sec.”

I searched around for her bag before I started digging through it. I tried to be as cautious as possible with her things, but the more I dug, the more I found things that made my cock pulse to life. Boy shorts. Lacy bras. Flowing dresses with tight waists and silken nightgowns that would make a man like me howl over her curves. Fuck. I was so glad when I found those silver heels because I couldn't take another millisecond to think about her in anything I’d just discovered.

I’d explode in my pants if I gave it another thought.

“Thanks,” she said as I placed the shoes into her hands.

“Need anything else?” I asked.

“Do you know where we’re going tonight? Or is Lauren in complete control of this entire situation?”

“I’m not sure, but I assume Lauren’s got it all mapped out for us. You know how she is.”

“I love her, but it’s annoying. She needs to let things flow. This is her Bachelorette weekend. There’s no reason for her to be planning everything.”

“And again, you know how Lauren is,” I said.

“I know, I know. And if she has fun and she’s happy, then I’m happy for her,” Sam said as she opened the bathroom door. “That’s all that matters this weekend.”

My eyes hit her body, and I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Couldn’