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

Chapter 15

Iwake up slowly, fading in and out and tightening my arm around Brittany, who snuggles her ass against my morning wood.

The little sound she makes as she stretches is both cute and sexy as hell.

I drop my lips to her shoulder. “Good morning,” I whisper.

“Morn—”

Her words are cut off as she bolts from the bed and heads for the bathroom.

“Britt?”

I sit up and toss the covers back, then I follow her, finding her crouched in front of the toilet.

“Oh, baby.” I lean down and pull her hair back as her body heaves.

“Go.” The word is more a moan than anything else.

I stay put, rubbing circles on her back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Although I wish I was in a different position so I could reach a washcloth to dampen it for her.

She groans. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Britt, you’re carrying my baby. If I can’t be here to hold your hair back, how the hell am I supposed to handle childbirth?”

Her body finally relaxes, and with a heaving breath, she tears off several squares of toilet paper.

Once she’s wiped her mouth, she looks up, her normal glow pale and her eyes glassy. “You’ll be there?”

“What? Of course I’ll be there. Here.” I ease up and then guide her to standing as well. “Why is that even a question?” I ask, looping my arms around her. “I’m going to be there. For as much as I can.”

“But what about this?”

“This?”

“Your residency.” She holds out an arm, gesturing around us.

“I’ll explain it to them. I’ll be there when our baby is born.” I lean forward to kiss her but am stopped abruptly when she puts her hand over her mouth.

“I need to brush my teeth,” she mumbles.

“Okay.”

“I don’t have my toothbrush. It’s back in…”

She and Krista moved her stuff after the sound check.

“You want to use mine?” I offer, taking a step back.

Her face pales to a lime green hue, and she shakes her head. “Toothpaste?” she asks.

I snag the tube off the counter and hand it to her.

She squeezes some on her finger and stands at the sink. “Wha?” she asks around her finger and meets my gaze in the mirror.

It’s only now that I realize I’ve been staring. Smirking, I pick up the toothpaste and squeeze some onto my finger and follow her lead.

Her smile is worth it. “You’re so weird,” she tells me after rinsing her mouth.

“Weird or sweet?” I say once I’ve spit out the toothpaste foam.

“Hmm…both.”

Once I’ve rinsed my own mouth out, we make our way back to the bed.

“Take two?” I ask as she snuggles against my chest.

“This is nice.” Her sigh blows across my chest.

“This is perfect.” I tighten my arm around her shoulders.

“I thought you said last night was perfect.” The grin she gives me is full of mischief.

I find her side with my fingers, skating them down all the ticklish spots I know until she writhes against me, breathless.

“What if I think every moment with you is perfect?” I ask.

Her face softens, her lips parting in an O. “How is it that you say the sweetest things?” she asks.

“Because I love you,” I tell her, shifting until I can bring my lips to hers.

“Love you,” she whispers against my lips.

“What do you want to do today?” I ask her, hoping her mind is on the same wavelength as mine and she wants to spend today naked in bed.

She presses against me, and her fingers brush my dick.

Bingo!

My phone buzzes against the nightstand, but I don’t pick it up, content to ignore the rest of the world while I devote all my attention to the angel in my bed.

But as soon as mine stops, hers starts, and with a rueful smile, she reaches for it.

“It’s Krista. She and your parents want to go to breakfast.”

With a groan, I bury my face in my pillow. “When?”

Her fingers fly over the screen, and she grimaces. “Thirty minutes.”

“Fuck.” As much as I love my parents and my sister, I had plans for Brittany. But it looks like the universe is cockblocking me. “I guess we need to get ready for breakfast.”

Britt smiles at me, then taps away at her phone.

“I told Krista to bring clothes up for me.”

“My plans for us didn’t involve clothes,” I tell her.

“Neither did mine.”

She really is the woman of my dreams.

And I really wish I had more than thirty minutes to show her that right now.

??????

“How did breakfast with my parents turn into an all-day affair?” I ask, dragging Brittany’s suitcase from the bed. It’s packed and ready for its trip to the airport.

“Because you promised your mom you would take her shopping.”

“I made that promise before I remembered what shopping with her was like.” Clearly, I was too preoccupied with the woman beside me to think straight.

When my mom is involved, shopping isn’t just making a list and picking up those items. Shopping involves going from store to store and meandering—slowly—through each area of each shop, picking up various odds and ends. Certain sounds signal that I should follow behind her, pick up the item she’s just set down, and take it to the register despite her protests. What good is having money if I can’t spoil my parents? And Brittany.

The silver bangle I managed to buy while Krista distracted Brittany still rests in my pocket, ready for the right time. Which isn’t , given the knock on my door.

“Stop having sex in there. It’s time to go,” Krista snarks from the hall.

“We’re not having sex,” Brittany says as she opens the door.

“Not for lack of trying.”

“Ew. Sister ears.” Krista covers her ears with her hands.

I let out a laugh. “I’m sure you’ve heard worse.”

“Heard worse? She’s done worse,” Brittany huffs.

Cringing, I shake my head. “I don’t want to know.”

“I’ll protect you, baby.” Brittany steps up in front of me and pops up on her toes, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“You better,” I growl so quietly only she can hear as I wrap my arm around her midsection to keep her next to me.

“Mom and Dad are waiting downstairs,” Krista says.

Sighing, I reach for Brittany’s suitcase but keep her locked to my side. “I guess we should go.”

We make our way downstairs quietly, Brittany’s hand locked in mine.

“Thanks for flying us out here,” Dad says as the driver turns onto the Strip. “It was a great show.”

“You guys are welcome anytime,” I say, squeezing Brittany’s hand to get her attention. When she looks at me, I silently nod, hoping she understands that the offer is for her more than anyone else. I want her here as often as I can get her.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Mom says. “This town is okay in small doses, but I’m ready to go home.”

That comment severs the connection between Britt and me.

The car is silent for a moment, but it isn’t long before Krista and Mom see a sign for a store they want to visit on their next trip, and then they’re engrossed in conversation once more.

“I’m going to miss you,” Britt whispers.

I brush a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I’m going to miss you too. Will you call me when you land?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

“Who’s picking you up?”

“I drove, so I’ll take Krista home before I head back to Aspen Falls.”

Rubbing circles on the back of her hand, I frown. “You won’t be too tired?”

“I’ll be fine.” She gives me a small, reassuring smile. “It’s not that far of a drive.”

My heart aches in my chest at the thought of her having to make that drive all alone. “I want you to get home safely.”

“I will.”

“When can I see you again?” I ask her as we pull into the airport entrance.

Her expression is so sincere as she asks, “Is tomorrow too soon?”

“I wish I could, baby.”

The car stops outside departures, and Mom, Dad, and Krista all say goodbye to me in the car, leaving me alone with Brittany. We decided on our way over that I wouldn’t get out of the car to avoid the mob, but now I regret not being able to stand and wrap my arms around Brittany. It’s not the same while we’re seated like this.

“I love you,” I tell her.

I love the way the words roll off my tongue. I’ve said it so much to her today, like maybe I can make up for all the times I should have said it and didn’t. And all the times I won’t get to when I want to.

“I love you too.”

My lips find hers, and I take my time, brushing small kisses at each corner of her mouth before settling them more fully on hers. I lick along the seam of her lips, and when she opens for me, I tangle my tongue with hers, enjoying the little moan that escapes her and the way she wraps her hands around my wrists and squeezes.

A knock on the window reminds me that we’re out of time, so, reluctantly, I break the kiss.

“Call me,” I tell her.

“Promise.” With that, she climbs from the car, then turns and blows me a final kiss.

“Are we heading back?” the driver asks once we’re all by ourselves.

“Not yet,” I tell him.

Not until I can’t see her anymore. And even then, I don’t want to drive away. She’s taking a piece of me with her.

My heart.