“He’s really good at it.” Jules sips her drink smugly when Will glares at her, not bothering to continue to tell her to shut up.
“Thank you, baby,” Nate says and kisses Jules’ cheek.
Meg pouts when she loses her twenty dollars then swings around in the seat and wraps her arms around Will’s middle, pressing her cheek to his broad chest. “I lost my money.”
“That’s what happens when you double-down when you have a total of six,” Nate informs her. “Have you ever played this game before?”
“No.”
“Oh my God!” We all whip around at the sound of Natalie’s exclamation to find her sitting at a slot machine, grinning and jumping up and down in her seat. Luke comes running up behind her from the bar.
“What’s wrong?” he demands, his eyes worried.
“Nothing! I just won like fifty thousand points!” She claps her hands, then grips Luke’s collar in her fists and kisses him soundly.
“How much is that worth?” I call out. She studies the machine and tallies the math.
“Fifty bucks,” Mark whispers in my ear, chuckling.
“Fifty dollars!” Natalie exclaims, as if it’s fifty million dollars. She looks so pleased with herself as Luke kisses her cheek and helps her cash it out.
“Drinks on Natalie!” Jules says.
“We’re drinking for free already,” Mark reminds her.
“Drinks on Natalie later!” she says, then flags down a waitress to order another drink.
Jax is at the bar with Stacy, Brynna and Nic, telling them all kinds of elaborate stories, I’m sure. They’re hanging on his every word. It doesn’t hurt that he’s hot as hell and funny too.
And he’s a horrible flirt.
“Jax is in his element,” I say to Mark and gesture to my friend as he’s making the girls laugh.
“I knew they’d love him,” Mark says. “They can flirt with him without their men losing their shit.”
“Isaac’s watching,” I whisper and point to the oldest Montgomery who is at a roulette table with Leo, Matt, Dom and Caleb. Isaac’s eyes are trained on his wife, who is laughing hysterically at something Jax just said.
“They’ll all keep their eyes peeled. That’s what we do.” Mark shrugs and points to the blackjack table. “Do you want to play?”
“Nah. I’m a horrible gambler.”
“You don’t have a poker face.” Mark kisses my head. “And you look delicious in this little dress.” He gestures to my simple black tank dress that shows off my curves and legs. When I put it on before leaving the hotel room, it was with the intention of making Mark suffer for the night.
“You don’t look too bad yourself,” I say and sip my sex on the beach. He’s in dark jeans and a tight American Fighter T-shirt that is just begging for me to rip it off his hard body.
“Are you wearing panties under there?” he whispers in my ear.
I shake my head no and grin to myself when he growls deep in his throat.
“You’re killing me.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You two need to get a room,” Jules says as she wrinkles her nose. “What is it with the Williams men? You’re all so freaking mushy.” She points to where Luke and Natalie are snuggled up at the roulette table now, watching the guys play.
“We’re romantic,” Mark corrects her.
“It’s disgusting.”
Leo saunters up behind Sam and rests his hand on her hip as he watches her play cards. “You’re good at this, sunshine.”
“Thanks. It’s just math.”
“No it’s not,” Mark says. “If it was just math, everyone would win. It’s strategy.”
Sam shrugs but smiles softly as Leo kisses her cheek. “My chick is hot and smart.”
“There’s so few of us around,” Jules says with a sassy sigh.
“I’m done doubling down,” Meg says and smiles up at Will. “What are we doing next?”
“You and I have a date,” Will says and turns to the rest of us. “We’re going to peel away for the night, guys. I have some plans for Meg, so we’ll see you all tomorrow.”
“I’ll be at the pool most of the afternoon,” Sam says.
“Have fun tonight,” I say as they walk toward the bar to fill everyone else in.
“What’s everyone else doing?” Mark asks.
“We’re going to a Cirque du Soleil show with Nat and Luke,” Jules says.
“Leo and I are meeting with some of the guys from his band who came over from LA to hang out tonight,” Sam says. “It’ll be good to see them.”
“We saw them a month ago,” Leo reminds her with a grin.
“You miss them too. You don’t fool me.”
We all walk toward the bar, meeting the others from the roulette table.
“A bunch of us are going to go up to the club here in the hotel for dinner and dancing,” Brynna says and lays her hand on Jax’s arm. “You have to come with us.”
“Only if I can dance with you,” he says and winks at her.
“Do I have to kill him?” Caleb asks Mark.
“Nah, he’s cool.” Mark laughs when Jax glances at Caleb and looks him up and down.
“You might not be safe from me,” Jax says.
“By all means, dance with my wife,” Caleb replies and shakes his head. “You guys in?”
“Sure,” I say and grin up at Mark. “I haven’t danced with you in years.”
“I’m not very good.”
“I’ll help. I do that for a living, you know.”
“Sounds good. Let’s go.”
We break into groups, Sam and Leo leaving to meet his band, Nat and Jules giggling as their men follow them out to catch their Cirque du Soleil show and the rest of us taking the escalators up to the fourth floor of the Cosmopolitan here in Vegas to wreck havoc on the dance club.
We’ve been in Vegas for all of six hours, and I have never had so much fun. I have a feeling things are just getting started.
We find two tables and push them together, then sit back and watch the few couples on the dance floor as we wait for our drinks.
“Are we ordering food?” Matt asks and surveys the menu. “At least some appetizers to soak up all the alcohol you’re all consuming.”