Page 36 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

“Guess I’ll have to watch it, then.”

She giggled. “I can’t imagine you watching it.”

I laughed. “I’ll do it just because it’s your favorite.”

Our eyes met, and we stared at each other for several seconds. Her cheeks flushed again as a coy smile curved her full lips, and my dick got a little hard. I had the urge to kiss her when Raleigh interrupted, “Shots!”

My brother handed me two more lemon drops, and I offered Lucia one. She hesitated, biting her bottom lip for a few seconds before taking the glass. “To a night we won’t forget,” I said, holding my shot up.

She clinked my glass with hers, smiling wider. “To a night we won’t forget.”

After several more rounds of shots, the girls were definitely buzzed. They had both also finished their yard drink, so they had to be feeling it.

“So what do you say we go back to our hotel and continue the party there?” Raleigh asked.

Olivia had been all over him, periodically making out between shots and conversation. “I’m down,” she said, her eyes lidded.

Lucia giggled. She had definitely relaxed some once the alcohol kicked in. “Sure, why not? You only live once, right?”

“Yes!” Olivia squealed. “That’s what I’m talking about!”

Raleigh gave me a look, smirking. “Awesome, let’s go.”

We led the girls to my Tahoe, then drove back to the hotel.

“I can’t believe you’re staying at the Bellagio,” Olivia commented as we pulled into the parking garage.

“Living nearby has its perks,” I replied. “Locals get better offers from the casinos.”

When we got to our floor, we went to my room because it was nicer. I had their lowest class of suite overlooking the Strip, and Raleigh had a basic room.

I opened the room and led everyone in, turning on the lights.

“Wow, this is really nice,” Lucia commented, looking around the room.

I went to open the curtains. “Yeah, and look at this view.” My room was overlooking the fountains at the front of the property.

“Damn, that is a nice view,” Lucia said.

Raleigh opened the minibar and pulled out the bottle of Grey Goose from inside. “What mixers do you girls like?”

“Sprite for me,” Olivia said, moving from the window over to where Raleigh was.

Lucia stayed with me by the window, a lazy smile on her face. “Is there pineapple or cranberry juice?” she asked. “I don’t drink soda.”

“No, but I can order some through room service,” I offered.

“You don’t have to do that,” she replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“I don’t mind,” I said, walking to the hotel phone. I called room service and asked for carafes of both pineapple and cranberry juice.

I went back over to Lucia by the window. “Should be up soon.”

“Thank you,” she replied, her cheeks turning pink again. God, I loved when they did that.

“No problem.” I smiled at her, then looked out the window at the still water of the fountains. I wondered when the next show would be.

“What’s it like being a biker?” Lucia asked.

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