Sin City Baby

t move. Sam’s long blonde hair was flowing down her back, and her winged eyeliner made her blue eyes pop. Her luscious red lips matched the crimson red dress she was wearing. Tight. Low cut. With her tits shoved up in one of her bras. The fabric of the dress was barely rolled down over her ass, and her silver heels glittered in the light of the bathroom. Her legs were flexed, and her ass was high and tight, and I couldn’t fucking breathe.

I wanted to rip that shit off her and fuck her against the bathroom counter.

“Levi?” Sam asked.

“Yep?” I asked.

“Does this dress look bad or something? I’ve got a couple more I can try on.”

“Nope,” I said. “Looks good.”

She took a step toward me to shut the bathroom door behind her and our faces were inches apart. I felt her body heat radiating against me. I swore I could hear her heart beating in my head. She was stunning. The embodiment of sweet and sexy that made my cock jerk. Fuck. I was standing in front of Sam with a fucking boner in my pants. I shoved my hands into my pockets and tried to adjust myself so Sam couldn’t see. But when she turned her face back to mine and looked up into my eyes, it was over.

I was a goner.

“Sam,” I said hotly.

“Yes, Levi?”

The desire was thick. The lust building between us was insurmountable. I saw her eyes fall to my lips. She wanted it. I wanted it. And she wasn’t moving away from me. Her tits grazed my chest, and I slipped my hand from my pocket, risking exposing how my body reacted to her so I could touch her. I lifted my hand to cup her cheek, eager to feel her skin against mine. Eager to guide her lips to me before I ravaged her body. Eager to know what her tongue tasted like after all these years of wanting her.

But a fucking knock at her damn door stopped my hand just shy of her jawline.

“You ready, Sam?” Logan asked.

“Lauren and Todd just stepped out of their room,” Liam said.

“Come on,” Luke said.

Sam snickered and shook her head, but I was pissed. Of fucking course they’d be out there waiting for us.

Damn it.

Sam stepped away from me and opened the door. Liam and Luke both shot me a look as my face came into view. I ignored their glares and Logan’s playful jabs as I escorted Sam to the elevator. My hand was on the small of her back, signaling to my brothers to back the fuck off. Now that I knew the moment existed, I had every intention of getting my kiss. Of getting my hands on the curves underneath the tight fabric of Sam’s dress.

The drinks began to flow the second we stepped into the club. The bass was popping, and the walls was rumbling, and the dance floor was crowded. I slipped a drink into Sam’s hand and our fingers touched, sending shocks of electricity shooting up my arm. I guided her to the floor and immediately pulled her to me, my hand dropping to her hips.

I moved with her, bouncing when she bounced and dipping when she dipped. I held my drink up in the air and watched as she sucked hers down. I eyed Liam from across the room and watched him make his way onto the dance floor. He held his hand out for Sam. I glared at him, daring him to take her from me in the middle of our fucking moment.

And the second she took his hand, Liam twirled her away.

It was a battle between us all night. One minute Liam had her, and the next, Logan slipped in. Luke got a few chances with her, but I always made sure to drop in and get her back. I glided my hand around the small of her back and pulled her to me, making sure all my damn brothers were watching, seeing how closely our lips danced together and how Sam gripped the fabric of my shirt.

“I didn’t know you could dance like this,” Sam yelled over the music.

“It’s a trick I saved just for you,” I said as I dipped into her ear.

I felt her melt into me, and I reveled in it. Bathed in the warmth as beads of sweat dripped down her skin. Fuck. She looked incredible in the strobing lights of the club. Her ass ground against my cock and my leg slipped between hers. Sam’s thighs molded around the strength of my leg, and I could’ve sworn I felt her growing wet against my jeans. We drank and danced and flirted and every once in a while, my brothers would slide in and get her back out on the dance floor before I could seal the deal.

But at the end of the night, Sam would be in my bed.

That much I could guarantee.

CHAPTER 6

SAM

“Okay, spill.”