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attention though. All I could think about was Reese.

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Finally, Ryan tossed down his controller and shrugged. “I’m

gonna crash.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” I followed his lead and stumbled to my

room. It wasn’t very late, but it was better than sitting alone and lusting

over Reese.

My bed was just as oppressive as the couch. What was Reese

doing? Was she already asleep? I tossed and turned for half an hour.

Maybe I’d go see if Reese was awake to, uh, talk.

I climbed out of bed and opened my door. The suite was illuminated

by the garish lights from the strip, which cast bizarre neon shapes onto

the walls and left most of the room in shadow. Both of their doors

were shut. I quietly closed my door and started padding over to Reese’s

until I heard a noise. It sounded like someone breathing, and it wasn’t

coming from either of their rooms. Someone was in the suite.

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Fuck. Automatically, I flattened myself against the wall as if

that would help. The shadow did nothing to hide me. Probably

due to my white shirt and pale skin.

“Cooper?” Reese’s voice floated across the room.

“Shit. You fuckin’ scared me.” I stepped away from the wall

feeling like a total loser.

“Right.” Her form appeared next to the bar. “You scared me. I

thought you were Ryan.”

“I thought you were a bad guy.” It came out before I could stop

it. Not my fault. Her pajamas consisted of my western shirt. It made it

hard to concentrate. I’d been wondering where my shirt was.

“A bad guy?” A huge grin spread across her face. “A bad guy?”

“Shut up. What are you doing out here?” The closer she got, the

harder I tried to come up with a way to look under her shirt.

“The same as you.” Reese stopped in front of me.

“Oh.” And then she was on me. One hand fisted in my shirt, a

rogue foot curling up my leg, her other hand guiding mine under her

still-buttoned shirt. “I love the way you think.”

She laughed in response and pulled me into my room. We collapsed

onto the bed in a tangle of skin and partially removed clothing.

“We have to be quiet,” I mumbled into her mouth.

“He’s asleep.” She arched enough for me to push the shirt off her

shoulders.

I moved my lips to the soft skin of her breasts, erratically going

between them, trying to decide which one to suck. Reese grabbed my

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hand and pushed it between her legs again. When I slid a finger around

her clit, she moaned.

“I missed you,” she said. So quiet I could barely hear her. But I

did hear her. And I missed her too. I was going to tell her. Except there

was no way to admit it. Blind agreement would sound insincere. And

sincerity would sound like a lie. So I said nothing. Just decided on a

nipple and started sucking.

Reese put her hand at the back of my head. When there was no

hair to grab, she cupped my chin instead and forced me to look at her.

“I mean it.”

I went still. The only movement was the erratic rise and fall of her

chest. Reese searched my eyes. I let her.

“I know,” I said. Maybe I didn’t say it. Maybe we both just felt it.

That was enough. “Now be quiet.” But we both knew she would never

keep quiet. I put my free hand over her mouth. She smiled against it

and bit my fingertips.

I slid into her. Real slow. Even though she wanted it fast. Reese

lifted her hips, let me take my time, let me fuck her the way I wanted to.

My thumb was on her bottom lip. She licked it, bit it, sucked on it.

Then she pulled my face down and kissed me through the fingers still

against her mouth.

Her hands skittered down my sides. She grabbed my ass and pulled

me into her firmly, bracing a thigh between my legs. It was fucking

distracting, the shock that traveled up my spine and spread through

my shoulders. I just wanted to pump hard against her muscle until I

came. I forced my concentration back to her. Not that it was hard to

concentrate on the wet rush beneath my fingertips; the smell of Reese

and sex permeating my everything; the small, incoherent moans in her

throat; the way she curled her leg around me, giving me more. So it

was a surprise as she came beneath me that I succumbed too. We went

over the edge in a swirl of slick skin and ultimate submission. Together.

I’d missed her.

❖

I woke to the stench of pot seeping under my door. I wasn’t entirely

awake yet, just that floating, grasping sensation where the clock and

the sunlight don’t seem nearly as important as the warm body next to

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you. It was involuntary, my shift closer to rest my face on her smooth

stomach. She moved in her sleep, I think, to place her hand on my neck.

Those long fingers brushed over my buzzed head and I just felt good.

I closed my eyes and breathed her in. Her skin was so soft. And I

liked the hint of muscle beneath that. She smelled good. So did the pot.

Warm skin and weed. Good way to wake up. ’Cause there’s nothing

like a joint in the morning, and the smell was making me crave it. Great

way to start the day out mellow. Have some coffee to counter the effect.

All good. Where was the smell of pot coming from? Oh yeah, under

the door.

Shit. From Ryan. And Reese was still in my room, in my bed. All

the good morning thoughts of naked girl and my drug of choice soured.

“Reese,” I whispered. “Wake up.”

She opened her eyes slowly. Her long lashes fluttered against her

cheek and she smiled. Damn, I loved that smile.

“Babe, Ryan’s up.”

“Huh?” Her eyes shot open. “What?” At least she had the good

sense to keep her voice down.

“He’s out there. I can smell weed.”

“Shit. What are we going to do?”

“We could just tell him.” Not one of my better ideas. From the

look she gave me, she thought it was a terrible idea as well. “Or I could

go distract him and you could sneak back to your room.”

She liked that better. “How will you distract him?”

“Tell him to change into his bathing suit so we can hit up the

pool?”

“Yeah, good.” Reese nodded. “Just let me know when he’s in his

room.”

“All right.” I got out of bed and put on some clothes. As I headed

for the door, she stopped me.

“Wait.” Reese got up, all naked and sexy. She kissed me long

and hard. “I don’t know when I’ll get you alone again.” More kissing.

“Now you can go.”

“You’re such a tease.” I was turned on. Again. Damn her.

“Go.” She pushed me toward the door.

I went out into the suite and shut the door behind me. Ryan was at

the window smoking.

“Hey, give me some of that.” I joined him.

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“Morning.” He handed the joint over.

“Reese up yet?” I played dumb.

“Nope. Just me.” Ryan took the joint back. His eyes were totally

red.

“Know what we should do?” I asked. He raised his eyebrows in

question. “Hit up the pool before it gets too hot.”

“Chill.” Ryan was the master of one-word non-responses. He held

the joint out to me. I took it from him. “I’m gonna change.” He ambled

away. High Ryan was a little out of it. Sleepy Ryan was the same. Any

combination of the two made you wonder if his heart was still beating.

The second his door shut. I rushed over and opened my door.

Reese had the shirt back on as well as a pair of my boxer briefs. She

ran her hand over my chest when she went past me. I shut the door and

watched that cute ass twitch as she walked. Reese was just opening her

door when Ryan came back out.

“Hey. You finally up?” Ryan took the joint back from me.

“Yep.” Reese acted like she was coming out instead of going in.

“I’m ordering coffee. You guys want?”

“Uh-huh.” Ryan nodded. “I’m tired.”

Reese plucked the joint from between his lips. “Can’t imagine

why.” She inhaled a mouthful of smoke and held it in.

“You guys heard them too?” He made a grab for the joint, but she

stepped back out of his reach.

“Heard who?” My heart rate picked up a little.

“The people in the suite next to ours.” Ryan made another grab for

the joint, and again Reese danced away. She so wasn’t listening to him.

“They were going at it half the night.”

I decided not to make a big deal out of it. It would only tip him

off. “Weird.”

“Reeeeessssee.” Ryan didn’t care about the noisy neighbors. He

just wanted the weed.

Reese handed it to me instead of him. I sucked on it and blew

the smoke into Ryan’s face. That slowed him down. He smiled and

breathed it in.

“I think you got a problem,” I told him when I gave the joint back.

“I got two. You and her.” Ryan pouted.

“Right.” I left them to squabble over the weed so I could change

into my suit. Swimming actually sounded like a good idea.

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By the time coffee got there, Reese had put on her suit too. Fuck

swimming. Fuck coffee. I just wanted to get busy with that bikini.

Instead, I stared out the window so I wouldn’t give myself away.

“I was thinking.” Reese handed me a cup of coffee. “We’re taking

the gold to Mexico, right?”

“Yeah,” Ryan said like she was dumb.

“How?”

“What do you mean?” I asked. Maybe she was dumb. “We put it

in the car and drive. The same way we got down here.” Reese raised her

eyebrow. “Oh, shit. I get it.” We couldn’t fit all the gold in one car. Damn.

“Get what?” Ryan was slower to catch on.

“Remember how we took two cars down here?” I asked him.

“Fuck.” There it was. “Guys, we can’t put it all in one car,” he said

like he just thought of it.

“No shit.” Reese was less patient than me.

“What are we going to do?” If I knew Reese, she’d already thought

about it.

“I think we should leave half of it.”

“Like buried?” Ryan was drinking his coffee. It was helping, sort

of.

“Yeah, but I think we should re-bury it. Deeper down and maybe

in a different location.” She really had thought about it.

“Why a different location?” I asked.

“It’ll be more hidden if we bury it farther away from Vegas. Like

middle of fuckin’ nowhere.”

“Works for me.” We both looked at Ryan. His forehead was

against the glass and his eyes were shut. “What do you think Ryan?”

“Does this mean we have to dig another hole?” He seemed pained

by the idea.

❖

“Reese, I need help too,” I yelled at my closed door.

“Hold on. I’m helping Ryan.”

Some genius decided that if we were going out, we should sell

another bar. That might have been my fault. A different sort of genius

decided that if we were going to be seen, then Ryan and I had to be

disguised. Damn Reese.

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“Reese,” I called again.

“Damn it. I’ll be there in a second.” It was closer to ten minutes.

“Finally,” I complained the second she was through the door.

“You’re like a child.” Reese snatched the Ace off the bed and

approached me. “Arms up.” I did as I was told. She started wrapping

the bandage under.

“You want me to push my tits down?”

“It would be helpful.” So I did. “Not like that. That’s just cleavage.

Like you did before.” Reese tossed the bandage on the bed. An annoyed

grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she flattened her palms over

my chest. My nipples got hard.

“I like it when you do it.” I placed my hands over hers.

“Too bad.” Reese slid her hands out from under mine. Great, now

I was just feeling myself up. “Don’t move.”

After that, it didn’t take long for her to wrap my chest so it looked

like I had awesome pecs instead of tits. Reese checked to make sure it

was secure then handed me a T-shirt. I pulled it on and faced her.

“What do you think?”

“If I were into boys, I’d be so into you.” Reese tweaked the bottom

of my shirt like she was going to pull it off again.

“How about girls dressed like boys?” I put my arms around her.

“I could be into that.” She finally let me kiss her. That girl could

kiss. She was all warm, smooth lips and teasing tongue.

Ryan pounded at the door. “Reese, I need help again.”

“I’m coming,” Reese shouted back.

“Stay. Help me.” I grinned and tightened my grip on her.

Reese removed my arms and stepped away. “Put your pants on.”

She grabbed the pair of Ryan’s jeans that were on my bed and held

them out at arm’s length.

“I don’t know how.” I took the jeans and tried to look helpless.

“You can handle it. I’m sure.” She headed for the door. “It shouldn’t

take much longer to get him ready,” she said before she went out.

With the door shut, I resumed getting dressed. We’d already

decided against me wearing tight jeans and packing. I wanted to blend

in, and most guys wore baggy jeans that didn’t outline their junk. A few

minutes later, I went out into the suite. The twins were in Ryan’s room

with the door shut. I poured myself a drink and waited. I had a feeling