I wrap one leg around his waist and have half a mind to simply climb him when he lifts me against the wall, reaches between us to unzip his jeans, frees himself and pushes inside me in one swift thrust.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Meredith,” he whispers against my neck. “I shouldn’t be doing this here, but you’d tempt the Pope himself.” He begins to fuck me fast and hard, and within five strokes, he stills and comes, his hips jerk against mine as he empties himself inside me, grinding against my clit and sending me into another amazing orgasm.
“Are you fucking trying to kill me?” he murmurs as he slips out, tucks himself away and helps me right my dress. His semen rolls out of me and down my leg.
“Well, that’s not obvious at all,” I say sarcastically.
“Here.” He pulls his T-shirt off, and the white undershirt beneath it, squats again and uses his undershirt to clean me up as much as possible before tugging his T-shirt back on.
“I hope that doesn’t end up on the internet,” I say playfully. Mark’s face goes white as he stares down at me.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think—”
“I’m just kidding. It’s fine. I’m sure this happens all the time in Vegas.”
He pushes his fingers through his hair and shakes his head. “I’ve never lost it like this with anyone. It’s you. You’ve put some kind of spell on me.”
“Yes, I call it the sexy spell,” I reply and kiss his chin. “I’m going to cast it all night, so get ready.”
“Come on, sassy witch.” He spanks my ass playfully as we walk back toward the door to the club. He tosses the ruined tank into a garbage can. “I can’t guarantee that I won’t do that again if you keep shaking your ass on the dance floor.”
“Well, we’ll be disappearing a lot then because I plan to dance as much as possible.”
“You are trying to kill me.”
As we walk past the dance floor, Jax waves at me, grinning over Nic, Stacy and Brynna’s heads as they all dance with him.
“He stole all your women,” Mark says with a laugh as we sit at the table. My pussy is still throbbing from two orgasms and Mark’s big cock. I squirm in my seat as Dominic catches my gaze. He winks and shakes his head, takes a sip of his drink and checks his phone when it vibrates on the table at his elbow. It’s amazing how different Dominic looks from his brothers. He has the same blue eyes, but he’s so dark. Inky hair and olive skin. He’s big like them, though. Tall and broad and delicious. He’s quiet. I haven’t really had much of a chance to talk with him since that day at Will’s house.
“Okay, who’s next? I want to dance. I think all of you should get off your asses and dance.” I point at all of the guys, making them smile.
“I’ll dance with you,” Mark says.
“Didn’t you just do that?” Isaac asks with a laugh.
“I don’t call that dancing,” Mark replies with a smug smile and leads me out to the dance floor. The music is fast, but he pulls me into his arms and sways back and forth as if it’s a ballad.
“This isn’t what I had in mind,” I murmur as I bury my face in his neck and hold on tight.
“It’s what I had in my mind,” he says and kisses my hair. “I just want to stand here for a few minutes and enjoy the way you feel in my arms.”
“Jules was right, you are mushy.”
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t either.”
When the song is over, Caleb, Matt and Isaac walk onto the floor and claim their women, pulling them into their arms and spinning them around the floor. Jax grins and takes advantage of the break. He returns to the table, but as soon as he sits down, a woman approaches him and asks him to dance. He shakes his head, sending her away and begins chatting with Dominic.
“I’m so glad you invited me to come here.” I grin up at Mark.
“What are we doing tomorrow?”
“You’re going to keep me permanently hard while you lay in a bathing suit by the pool,” he replies with a grin.
“That sounds like fun. Will you put sunblock on me?”
“Will you bring me fruity drinks with umbrellas in them?”
“If you ask nicely.”
“Will you keep your shirt off all day, also keeping me in a perpetual state of horniness?”
“If that’s what it takes, yes.” He laughs and tucks my hair behind my ear. “You make me laugh.”
His face sobers as he drags his fingertips down my cheek. We’re still swaying back and forth, dancing to our own rhythm.
“I crave you, you know.”
“There’s no shame in that,” I reply as I smooth my finger over his lower lip. He puckers his lips and kisses me gently. “There are times I want you so badly my body feels like it’s on fire.”
“It’s not just that. It’s everything. I crave everything about you. Your body, your laughter, the way you make me feel when I’m with you. You’re my drug, Meredith.”
“I’m addicted in the same way, and I don’t plan to ever have to recover from you again, Mark.”
He stills for a moment and pins me with his blue gaze, sending shivers down my spine, as if he’s reached in and touched my soul.
“There’s no recovering from this.”
“We’ve walked so much tonight, my feet are numb,” Stacy grumbles as we stand on the escalator leading up to the club in our hotel, the Cosmopolitan.
“I think that’s from the liquor,” Nat replies.
“These chandeliers are crazy,” Jules says and squints her eyes as she stares at the glittering glass surrounding us. “It really fucks with your head when you’ve had a lot to drink.”
“I wonder if the bastards did that on purpose?” Sam wonders.
“We’re definitely in the prettiest hotel on the strip,” Brynna says with a grin. “I’m surprised you talked Will into this place, Meg.”
“I don’t think he cared where we stayed as long as it had a buffet and a bar,” Meg replies with a giggle and sips her pink drink. “The buffet here is killer. I think Will would have been happy sleeping with the crab legs.”
“The man can eat,” Jules says with a sigh. “This fifteen minute break from Vegas shenanigans was not good. I’m feeling droopy.”