One Weekend in Vegas: A Best Friend's Older Brother, Rock Star Romance

Chapter 3

At the first brush of her mouth against mine, I push my tongue past her lips to tangle with hers. I push forward, cradling her head so it doesn’t slam into the wall with the force of the press of my body against hers. I need the weight of her curves against me more than I need my next breath. No drug, no amount of alcohol can compare with the craving for her that’s consumed me since we were together last.

She scrapes her nails along my scalp, silently urging me on. More than happy to comply, I take the kiss deeper, devouring the whimper that works its way out of her. I move my hand from behind her head to her nape and trail my other to her hip, flexing my fingers into the denim there.

We need to lose these clothes. Right fucking now.

As if she can read my mind, Brittany slides her hands to the hem of my shirt, her fingers bunching the fabric to tug it up. I help, only breaking the kiss when I yank it over my head. Before it’s hit the floor, my lips are on the smooth skin of her jaw, my nose leading the way until I reach her ear.

“I’ve missed you,” I tell her.

She scoffs, but she doesn’t stop exploring my body with her hands. She skims them up my back and I shiver, sinking my teeth into the lobe of her ear with more force than I planned. She cries out in response, her whole body shuddering in a way I recognize.

“You fucking liked that,” I murmur. Then I repeat the caress.

She tilts her head to the side to grant me better access, and I take advantage, tracing my mouth down the column of her throat until I reach the base.

“Didn’t you?” I nip at the tendon there.

She mewls, pressing herself against my mouth, and I can’t fight the grin.

“Again.” The word is more breath than sound.

“Tell me.”

Instead of responding with words, she presses her hips against mine.

“Tell me, dirty girl. Tell me you like my mouth on you, and I’ll give you what you want.” I grind my erection against her stomach.

With a moan, she tips her head back. I slip my fingers under the hem of her shirt and trace them along the top of her jeans, teasing along the waistband. The move is meant to torment her, but when I meet the lace of her panties, I’m the one in agony. The warmth of her beckons me like a fucking siren. But I’m not going to fold first.

As I flick the snap of her jeans and drag the zipper down, her breaths are nothing more than shallow gasps as her nails dig into the bare skin on my shoulders.

I glide my hands back and palm her ass beneath her jeans, slipping lower until my fingers are almost between her thighs. With a small shift, I tease her pussy over the soft fabric. Her knees buckle, and she moans, but I have her held between me and the wall. She’s not going anywhere.

“Please.”

It’s always been like this between us. The push-pull that’s hotter than any foreplay I’ve ever experienced. There was no resisting her that first time, and after the first taste, any chance evaporated like water on hot pavement. So when I walked into the hotel room tonight and found her curled up on her side with her pink lips open slightly?

No. Fucking. Chance.

I kicked off my boots and climbed in, spooning her and waking her with my lips. It wasn’t the first time I’d kissed her awake. And if I have my way, it won’t be the last.

“I like that word, love. But it’s not what I want to hear right now.” My words are murmured against her throat as I tease one finger under the edge of her panties. My dick kicks against my zipper at the warm heat there, and I grit my teeth. “Tell me.”

“Please.”

“Still not the words I want.” I glide my finger through her folds and press it knuckle-deep, making my dick pulse with jealousy.

Goddamn, I need her to fucking say it.

Her hands slip on my arms for an instant, but she regains her hold on me by anchoring them to my biceps.

“Fine,” she breathes, her head dropped back. “Yes. I liked it. I like your mouth on me. I like when you touch me. Now fuck me before I take matters into my own hands.”

“Is that a threat, Brittany?” I open my eyes to meet her hazel ones.

“It’s a promise.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time either, would it? Do you use your fingers when you think of me?” I ask, my tone low and guttural, as I shimmy her jeans and panties down her hips. “Pretend they’re mine? Is my name on your lips when you make yourself come?”

She works my belt buckle, and by the time she’s got my pants unzipped, I have hers around her knees. She pushes me back to kick free of the denim, then she whips her shirt off and unsnaps her bra. Chest heaving and eyes swimming with desire, she stands naked in front of me.

I’ve known Brittany since she was eight and I was ten. Until puberty, she was nothing more than a second annoying little sister. Even after, I grouped her into a category along with Krista. But about the time she was sixteen and I was eighteen, I couldn’t deny the pull of attraction to her hourglass shape, silky hair, and hazel eyes. She’s only gotten more attractive in the fourteen years that have passed since then. No other woman can compare to her.

I devour her with my gaze, taking in the strong lines of her legs to the curve of her hips. I continue my perusal to breasts tipped with dusky-pink nipples, and my mouth waters.

“Are you just going to stand there?” She glides her hands up her stomach and lifts her shoulders in a shrug. “Okay, then. Guess I’ll take care of things myself.”

She palms her breasts, then uses her fingers to pluck at the beaded tips, all the while keeping her focus set on me.

That’s all it takes. I’m done. I kick my pants free—fuck underwear—and close the distance between us to boost her into my arms.

“You’re a fucking vixen,” I tell her, my lips once again on hers.

She wraps her legs around my waist, making my dick slide through her folds. Fuck. I moan at the sensation, at the slick heat of her, then walk her to the bed and lower her onto her back gently.

“Wait right there.”

I snag my pants from the floor and dig the foil package out of my pocket. With a grin, I hold it up between two fingers.

A strange expression flashes on her face, but with a breath in, she closes her eyes, and when she opens them again, the only thing visible is the desire that thrums through my body.

Heart pounding out of my chest, desperate for me to be inside her, I rip the condom wrapper open with my teeth. I roll it on quickly, and then I lower myself to the bed in a move that reminds me of a push-up.

She wraps her legs around my waist, tugging me closer, her pussy calling to my dick like a homing beacon.

Rather than diving right in, I press a chaste kiss to her lips and work my way down her neck to her collarbone.

“Eight weeks is too long,” I murmur against the top of her breast.

She tangles her fingers in my hair as I find her nipple and suck it into my mouth.

“Fuck.” She bows her back, thrusting her breast against my mouth. “I-it was three months before that.”

“Too. Fucking. Long.” Heat mixes with longing inside me as I alternate between breasts, adding my fingers to the mix to ensure they both receive equal attention.

Her breasts normally fill my palms, but tonight, they spill over. I nip at one tip, then, with my hands still working their magic there, I move farther down her body, tonguing her navel along the way.

Her hips shiver against my chest, and she lets out a whimper. “I’m going to come.”

Those four words send lust spiraling through me. She’s always responsive, but I’ve never made her come by only playing with her breasts before.

“Your body missed me too. A few parts in particular.” I tweak her nipples. “These.” I shift my shoulders between her thighs. “And here too.”

I don’t wait for her to respond before lowering my mouth to her pussy, dragging my tongue from back to front, and finding her clit. We can go slow later. For now, my plan is to make her come as fast as possible this way, then make her come a second time with my dick.

Flattening my tongue, I tap my tongue ring against the bundle of nerves beneath my lips.

“Ohmygod.” The words blur into one long exhalation as she presses her hands against the back of my head to hold me in place.

Like I’m fucking going anywhere.

I keep the same pattern until her body tightens, then I switch it up, circling the bundle.

“Ryder.”

“Hold on to me, love.” I mumble the words against her pussy. “This is going to be fast.”

I focus on her clit again while pressing two fingers knuckle-deep and curling them to find the spot that sends her into orbit. Her walls tighten around me, and my dick kicks again, reminding me that he wants in on the action.

Not yet.

When I suck her clit into my mouth and scissor my fingers, she detonates around me. Her body locks, her back curving off the bed, her hands tugging at my hair and her thighs squeezing my head. I suck in a breath through my nose and work her through her orgasm, only stopping when she collapses, boneless, on the mattress.

I climb back up her body the same way I went down—mouth first—until my dick is poised at her entrance and my lips find hers.

“Please.” Her lips tease mine as she mouths the word.

“Open your eyes, Brittany.”

I want her to know exactly who’s bringing her pleasure. She can’t close her eyes and pretend it’s someone else, someone she doesn’t love to argue with. Dark lashes flutter on her cheeks, and when she opens those hazel eyes, they’re unfocused and lust-filled. But they quickly sharpen and lock with mine.

Only then do I tilt my hips and push forward. Her swollen lips form an O as I slide into her, not stopping until my pelvis bumps hers. Fingers tangled with hers, I retreat before thrusting forward again. Faster. Harder.

She moans, her eyes closing, and I squeeze her hands.

“Eyes open.”

Every one of my instincts demands that she acknowledge it’s me. It’s this feral need clawing at my chest. Giving in to the demand of my body to move, I piston my hips, picking up speed until my orgasm builds along my spine.

Every time her eyes flutter shut, I stop, demanding that she keep her attention focused on me, even when my dick is screaming at me to come.

I roll us, then bracket her hips with my hands, my fingers pressing into her soft flesh and holding her in place as my body takes control. I lose the rhythm, but I’m past the point of caring. Her muscles are spasming around my dick, making my balls tighten.

“I need you to fucking come,” I tell her.

“I’m so close,” she whimpers.

Sitting up, I zero in on her breast, lapping and sucking as I continue to pound into her. I nip at the tip and tug, and that does it. Her body clamps down on mine, milking my orgasm from my cock. Her eyes shut as euphoria washes over her. Mine soon follow, the orgasm overpowering everything in a flash fire of white light and heat. Like every other time we come together, everything—the band, the residency, everything in my universe—centers on the woman lost in her own pleasure on top of me.

Every time we’re together, it’s hotter. Better. More powerful.

I can’t explain it.

All I can do is enjoy it.

The orgasm finally releases me from its grip, and when I come back to reality, Brittany is slumped against my chest, panting. Breathing just as heavily, I caress her back, soaking in her warmth and the perfection of the moment.

“Hi,” I whisper into her hair.

“I’m pregnant.”

My hands stall on her back as my heart locks up inside my chest. “What?”

She didn’t say what I think she did. Did she?

She sits up, and her eyes lock with mine. “I’m pregnant.”

Holy shit. My stomach plummets at those two words. The wheels are already spinning. Fuck. I slept with somebody’s girlfriend. Somebody’s pregnant girlfriend?—

“I’m pregnant,” she says, frowning down at me as if she can read my mind, “and it’s yours.”

Record scratch.

“What?” I’m blaming the repetition on the lack of blood flowing to my brain.

Not the shock of her announcement.

With a roll of her eyes, she slides off me and strides to the bathroom without looking back.

Pregnant. It’s mine.

With my heart lodged in my throat, I jump off the bed and follow her. She’s wrapping herself in a towel when I approach and grasp her upper arms to spin her around.

I duck my head so we’re eye to eye. “You’re pregnant?”

Finally, new words.

She nods, and her fingers tighten on the knot she’s made in the towel. “About two months.”

“That last time…”

“Yeah.”

Elation fizzes through my blood like I downed an entire bottle of champagne. Maybe two.

Bending at the knees, I loop my arms around her middle, pick her up, and spin her around until we’re back in the bedroom.

“Put me down, you weirdo. I’m going to be sick.”

I obey quickly, making sure she has her feet under her, but I don’t let her go. With my arms wrapped around her, I hold her to me.

“You’re naked,” she tells me, splaying her hands across my back and pressing her cheek to my chest.

“Not the first time,” I say, bowing my head. “You’re going to be a mom.”

“And you’re going to be a dad.” She sniffs.

Gently, I lift her chin so she’s forced to look at me.

Tears shimmer in her lashes.

“What’s the matter?” I ask.

“I—”

“Oh my god!”

I know the voice well.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. This is her room too. But I was not expecting her to walk in on us. Especially since I have her key.

The happy squeal is one I’m familiar with as well.

It’s a sound I’ve heard often for the past thirty years. Lifting my head, I confirm my suspicion.

“Hi, Kris.”