Breathe Again (33 page)

“Eyes on the road, stud,” Jack teased from the passenger’s seat.

“You think you are fucking comedian, don’t you?” I scoffed.

“Comedian, sex machine... I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, Tate.”

“I’ve also heard you called fuck-stick, dick-wad, ass-wipe... Do you really need me to continue?” I smirked in triumph.

“Just get us to Vegas, Romeo.”

The trip was long but the singing, laughing, and eating copious amount of gas station junk food made it worth it. As we pulled into the resort and all stepped out of my Jeep, my eyes instantly were drawn to Savannah. Watching her stretch her arms above her head allowed me a glimpse of her tan stomach. I could swear my pants tightened just at the vision before me.

She’d dressed in short denim cut-off shorts with a simple white tank top that fit so snug to her perfect waist and even more perfect tits—the perfect outfit in my eyes. What I loved about her most was that she didn’t care what she looked like. I remember the first time she wore sweatpants to the movies one night when Jack, Tanzi, she, and I went to see a midnight showing. Tanzi had been horrified that Sav had left the house in sweatpants. Sav’s response had been, “I am at the movies at midnight. Why the fuck would I get dressed in something that wasn’t comfortable? You are damn well lucky I am wearing shoes and not my uggs.”

“You’re staring. Shut your mouth before your tongue rolls out and you start drooling.”

“Fuck off, Jack.” I laughed and diverted my eyes to the valet, who looked like he was about to pass out in the Nevada sunshine. Handing him my keys, I moved towards Tanzi and Sav, who were both beaming with smiles. Tanzi had always loved Vegas and I knew she was excited to be back and ready for a weekend with Sav.

“So what are you two ladies going to do while Jack and I work?”

“Pool, cocktails, cheeseburger, massage,” Tanzi fired out. “In that order too.”

“Yeah, that.” Sav laughed. “I also need to also buy something to wear tomorrow night. It’s not often that I get a night out, let alone in Vegas. I’ve got to make it a good one.”

“I am sure Tate has plans to make it a good one,” Jack muttered under his breath.

“Huh?” Sav asked, oblivious to what Jack had said, although the smirk on Tanzi’s face showed that she had heard exactly what her asshole fiancé had said.

I shook my head and walked through the double glass doors being held open by a middle-aged man dressed head to toe in maroon. Ahhh, to be back in Vegas. I did love this city. Like New York, it was one of the cities I would disappear to when life got too much. A life that seemed so far away from what my new reality was. Walking towards the check-in desk I opened my wallet, placed my credit card on the marble countertop, and smiled at the young girl looking at me with the perfectly straight and overly white teeth.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“Hi, I have a room booking for Connors?”

She tapped loudly on the keyboard and muttered under her breath, “Yes, we have your down for two king suites on the twentieth floor.”

“There should be three suites.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. We only have you down for two, and unfortunately due to the club opening tomorrow, all of our rooms are booked.”

Fuck it!

Turning around to face Jack, Tanzi, and Sav, I cringed at the news I was about to share. Taking a deep breath, I walked across the vast foyer, plopped down on the seat beside Tanzi, and sighed loudly. Three sets of eyes fell on me.

“So we have a problem,” I started, finally looking at them. “They only booked two rooms.”

“And what’s the problem with that?” Jack asked, completely unfazed. “There are four of us—two people per room. It’s not rocket science, man.”

I was more than happy to share a room with Savannah. Fuck, I’d share a shower, a bath, a bed, a life with Savannah. “Sav, what do you—”

“You two are mature enough to stay in the same god damn room together. It might make you stop being so damn stubborn and actually do something about this.” Tanzi’s eyes bounced from Sav to me while her finger waved frantically between us. “Seriously, the sexual tension between you two is fucking insane. It’s making me almost want to fuck Savannah.”

The sound of Savannah choking on her water rolled around us, and I could feel my eyes widen at the brutal honesty of my sister. She had absolutely no filter.

“I knew I picked the wrong twin. You can fuck me any time, Tanzi. Jack, Tate, you are rooming together. Tanzi and I are getting nasty together.” Savannah waggled her eyebrows suggestively. “What’s that saying? What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?”

“So it’s settled. Sav and Tanzi are fucking each other, I am watching and probably participating, and Tate, well... It would be kinda weird with you watching your sister fuck, so you can leave it to me.”

I had no words in reply. Shaking my head at Jack, I noticed that Tanzi and Sav had taken off towards the elevator. Obviously our rooming arrangement had been decided. I grabbed the keycards from the lady at reception and headed towards the elevator and up to the twentieth floor.

Room 20F would be my room for the weekend—our room for the weekend. Sav stood nervously beside me as I fumbled with the keycard. “I’m excited to see the room,” I admitted, desperate to break the tension. Tanzi and Jack had taken off to their room the moment we’d stepped out of the elevator, leaving Sav and me in the emptiness of the hall.

With a beep and click, the door shifted open and I pushed with my hip, holding it ajar for Sav to slip inside. Her gasp filtered through the air. The room was immaculate. I closed the door behind me and placed the keycard on the glass table in the entrance of the room.

The room opened into a vast portrait of class and chic sophistication. Three days of pure indulgence were in front of us. The caramel-colored walls caressed the deep mahogany tones of the polished floorboards floating through the room. The bed was beyond king-sized, covered with inviting pillows, and a deep red comforter graced the mattress, making it look deliciously sexy. One bed. No couch. This could either completely blow up in my face or I was going to have the best fucking weekend of my life.

The bathroom grabbed and held my attention. Glass featured on three of the walls, and the fourth wall was a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over the city skyline of Las Vegas. This was the kind of bathroom that allowed for absolutely no privacy, and my cock twitched with anticipation. How the hell was I not supposed to watch her? Savannah plus glass walls plus a shower equaled me jacking off constantly.

A large freestanding bathtub ran along the floor-to-ceiling window and many colorful bottles filled with what I could only imagine was girly smelling body washes outlined the double sink. Savannah’s eyes found the bath the same time as mine and she nervously laughed. Why the fuck did things have to be so awkward?

“Okay, so how are we going to do this?” she asked softly from beside the bed. Lifting her suitcase onto the mattress, she sat on the edge of the bed and started shifting through the contents.

My eyes dropped to what was inside her suitcase. Dresses, shoes, lace panties, and—holy shit, she brought
the
bikini. The bikini that sat perfectly in sync with her curves and cupped her tits to perfection. The bikini I had ripped off with my teeth many times before. The bikini that was the one thing that would make me lose all sense of control. “Tate?”

“Huh?”

“This weekend. How are we going to do this?” she cooed, her lips curved into a sexy yet sweet smile as she looked at me from across the room. She knew exactly what that bikini did to me.

Fuck, this was awkward. I leaned back against the wall, crossing my arms tight across my chest. “Do you want my brutally honest answer or my PG answer?” My eyebrow rose in question.

“When have you ever not been brutally honest?”

“Okay, you asked for it,” I warned, giving her one last chance to bail out, but she didn’t take it. I strode across the room and kneeled before her placing my hands on her bare knees. Her eyes dropped to my hands and then found my eyes. I lowered my voice to a low growl. “The thought of sleeping next to you in this bed made my cock come to life the moment I saw it, the thought of you in that bath makes me want to jerk off, and the image of you in that bikini makes me want to cancel all my scheduled meetings and fuck you up against that window for all of Vegas to see. That’s me being brutally honest.”

Her breathing hitched in her throat and the tension sweeping through her body made my confidence soar. This weekend had the potential to change the course of our standstill relationship, and if brutal honesty would make that happen, then I was all for it.

“The thought of you was the only thing that kept me going while I was in Australia. I didn’t even feel at home because you weren’t there. Home is now wherever you are, Tate.”

“I want to kiss you until your lips are swollen and love your body like a goddess deserves to be loved.” My heart beat furiously in my chest. Never again would we be separated. Never again would we be deciding if we were together. Never again would there ever not be a Tate and Savannah.

“Come on, bitches! We need to start enjoying Vegas. Sav get your hot little body into that— Oh shit. Sorry.”

Tanzi ‘interrupt at the worst possible time’ Connors decided to barge into our room just as my lips were about to touch Sav’s.

Rising from my crouched position, I looked at Sav regretfully through needy eyes and then turned my attention to my twin. “How the fuck did you get in here?”

“You didn’t close the door properly, you ass-wipe.” She rolled her eyes at me with a huff. “You need to get to work and I need to take Sav down to the pool. We have cocktails to drink and pool boys to flirt with.”

I shifted my gaze to Sav in question. She just shrugged her shoulders and stood from the bed. Her hands gripped the bikini and I swallowed hard.
Fucking work commitments.
“Are you really going to wear that?” I groaned, my hands rubbing my face furiously. “Seriously. You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

Sav’s laughter filled the room. I couldn’t stay here. There was no way in hell I would leave for the club if I saw her in that bikini, and I was afraid my sister would see something she would never recover from. I knew for a fact that she would never want to see me hammering into Savannah like the way I now wanted to. I patted my pockets, making sure I had my wallet, phone, and keys, and gave Sav one last look.

“I need to get to the club.” My gaze traveled to the bikini in her hands. “I can’t witness you in that.”

Tanzi’s laughter grabbed my attention and I shot a look of death at her.
Laugh it up, Tanzi.

“You might have to jerk off before you go out in public.” She walked towards Sav and wrapped her arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to her body. Sav burst into fits of giggles. “Oh and, Tate. I’ll be sure to enjoy seeing Sav in this.”

“Fuck you, Tanzi.”

Savannah

I
T WAS
official. I was in love with Vegas.

I had barely been here two hours and I was already throwing my love around the place. Some things never changed. My body felt like I was finally succumbing to the effects of relaxation as I stood in the inviting coolness of the pool that had made me gasp upon seeing it.

“So what’s happening with you and my brother?” Tanzi asked from beside me. Our backs were flush against the cool tiles and we both held a cosmopolitan in our hands as the refreshing water cooled our bodies under the Nevada sun. “I know I interrupted a moment upstairs.”

I pulled the straw to my mouth and looked up at her, willing myself to make her stew for a bit longer. I’d known this question was going to come the moment I had agreed to come to Vegas. To be honest, I was surprised at how long she had waited.

“Well I’ll be sharing a bed with him.”

“And?” Tanzi prompted eagerly.

“I hope to sleep.”

“And?”

“I’ll probably shower at some stage.”

“And?”

“I guess I’ll have to eat as well.”

“Savannah! Are you getting back together with him or not? I don’t give a fuck about your shower and eating routine.” Tanzi glared at me, the corners of her lips shaking as a smile threatened to appear. I loved messing with her head, but it was a question I had no answer to.

“I’ll always be in love with him, Tanzi. What the future holds...? I can’t answer that.” I turned and put my empty glass on the edge before signaling for another. Seriously I could get use to this kind of life.

“If he kissed you, would you kiss him back?”

“Well we would know if you hadn’t barged in.” I winked at her before diving under the water, allowing the cool water of the pool to caress my heated body. I wanted nothing more than for his lips to be on mine, to feel the cushion of his lips devouring every inch of mine. I missed the sweetness of his taste and the way his tongue would massage mine one minute and then completely own it the next.

I rose from beneath the water as a shadow formed above me. When I held my hand over my eyes to shun the glare of the sun, my breath caught in my throat at the sight hovering in front of me. Standing at the edge of the pool, observing me with a panty-melting smirk, was a six-foot man of pure sex. His tan body, ripped with muscles and covered in tattoos, was stopping girls in their tracks. Who was he and why was he looking at me like that?