WMIS 07 Breathe With Me (28 page)

I love the different facets of this man. He can be crazy with lust, as he was last night, and make me feel like if he doesn’t fuck me immediately he’ll die. Or he can be like right now. Taking his time, seducing us both, basking in the love we feel for each other.

His fingertips draw circles on my back, over my shoulder and down my ribs, and then follow the same path again, sending shivers through me.

“Cold?” he whispers and tugs the covers over us, completely covering us, heads and all, without missing a beat. I drag my foot up and down his leg, loving the way the soft hair feels against the arch of my foot. His cock is pressed against my lower belly, pulsing with his need. I shift slowly, hitch my leg over his hip and tilt my hips, filling myself with him, making us both gasp. He cradles my face in his hand, his mouth shaped like an O as I barely move but contract my muscles around him.

“I love you too,” I whisper. Our gazes hold, and we are connected in
every
way, from head to toe as we make slow, quiet love. “So much more than I can ever say.”

His hand glides down my neck, over my breast and side to anchor on my hip, guiding my small movements. The angle has the base of his cock pressed against my clit, and I bite my lip as I watch him, knowing I’m getting so close.

“You’re so fucking tight, Mer. God, so wet.” He bites his lip too, but doesn’t look away from me. “Are you close?”

“So close,” I whisper. “Oh God, Mark, I’m gonna—”

“That’s right.” His hand tightens on my hip and that’s all it takes to urge me over the edge. It’s the quietest we’ve ever been, the sweetest lovemaking, so easy and lazy, but I have a feeling it’s the most meaningful it’s ever been. For both of us.

He blinks slowly and follows me over the edge, trembling with his orgasm, but not making a sound as his body shivers, clenches, sweaty and tight. His hand slips around to cup my ass and his lips are on mine again, nibbling lazily.

“Mine,” he whispers against my lips.

***

“Nice of you to join us,” Luke says dryly as we make our way out onto the patio near the pool. The tables are shaded by wide, colorful umbrellas and brunch is being served.

“They’re in love. Leave them alone,” Brynna says with a grin.

“How is everyone feeling?” I ask as Mark holds my chair out for me and I pick up my menu. Jax leans over and kisses my cheek, then shoves his orange juice in my hand, which I thankfully consume in two gulps.

The whole clan is wearing sunglasses, which makes me laugh. Except for Logan, who has his trademark thick-rimmed glasses perched on his handsome nose. He winks at me.

“You’re not hung over?” Jules asks in surprise.

“I was a little, but I’m fine now. Nothing a shower and brushing my teeth didn’t fix.”

“And maybe a little sex,” Nic says with a wink. Matt kisses her temple and rubs his hand rhythmically up and down her back.

“So what’s happening today?” Dom asks before stuffing a big hunk of waffle dripping with syrup into his mouth.

“Lazy day,” Will says with a half smile. “I think we’re all recovering from last night.”

“I have a meeting,” Leo says quietly.

“What meeting?” Sam asks with a scowl.

“The guys want to go over a few potential songs for the next album.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but Sam is clearly not happy.

“No,” she says and shakes her head adamantly.

“No?” he echoes with a raised brow.

“No. We’re here to celebrate with our family, not to work. You work enough when we’re home.”

“It’s just for a few hours, Samantha.”

We all share glances with each other, quiet as Leo and Sam glare at each other. Mark tenses beside me, so I take his hand in mine and squeeze it reassuringly.

“What is your problem?” Sam finally demands.

“What are you talking about?” He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs in exasperation.

“You’re moody. You work all the time. You think I don’t feel you pulling away from me?” Her voice is edged with panic now, and Luke looks like he’s about to speak up when Leo’s hand drops and his head whips up to stare at her.

“Are you kidding me? I think we need to have this conversation later, when we’re alone.”

“No, we’re going to have it now. Right here.” She pulls her sunglasses off and throws them on the table. “If you’re trying to break it off, just fucking do it, Leo. This distance from you is killing me.”

“I don’t want to fucking break up with you, Goddamn it!”

“Then what’s wrong with you?”

“I want to marry you!”

We all sit in stunned silence, watching as Sam’s mouth gapes open in surprise.

“You don’t want to get married, I get it.” Now he throws his glasses on the table, and the misery in his eyes brings tears to mine. “You’ve been saying for almost two years that you’re happy with the way things are, and we don’t need a piece of paper to let everyone know that we love each other. Fine.”

He throws his hands in the air, then shakes his head. “I’ll take you any way I can get you, Samantha, and that’s the fucking truth. I love you, every damn day, I love you. I’m never going anywhere. You’re it for me. But
I
do want to get married.”

“I don’t want babies,” she whispers, her lips barely moving. Leo laughs and shakes his head.

“We’re still on the same page there, these baby making machines are filling this family full of kids just fine without us adding to it, and people get married without having kids every day. But I get it, sunshine. It’s not what you want.”

“But it’s what you want.”

He just nods and clenches his eyes shut. I glance up at Mark to see his eyes riveted on his sister and Leo. The girls around us are sniffling, trying to do so quietly, but doing a bad job of it and all of us are quiet as Sam and Leo have their moment.

“Then let’s do it.”

“What?” Leo’s head whips up again.

“Let’s get married. We’re in Vegas for Christ’s sake.”

“This isn’t funny.” His voice is angry again.

“I’m not trying to be funny.” She’s watching his face and a smile slowly spreads across her beautiful face. “Let’s get married, baby.”

“Why? And if you say because I’m moody and you’re trying to placate me, the answer is fuck no. I already told you, this isn’t an ultimatum.”

“Because I love you, every damn day.” She climbs into his lap and buries her face in his neck. “Because I want you to be happy, and because I’m just with you for your money.”

That makes us all smile and Leo lets out a small laugh then holds onto her tightly, almost desperately.

“Really?”

She nods.

“When?”

“Today.”

His jaw drops and he grips her shoulders to hold her away so he can see her face. “Today?”

“Why not? We’re here. The people we love are here. Even the band is in town. We can do it tonight. Is this why you’ve been so moody? So distant?” She nuzzles his nose with hers and cups his face in her hands.

“I always work a lot.”

“Yes, but you’re not always a grouchy ass about it.”

He sighs and tips his forehead to hers. “I guess it’s been on my mind a lot lately. It feels right to take this step with you.”

“I’ve been scared that you wanted out, but didn’t know how to tell me.”

“Never,” he says fiercely. “I don’t ever want to think about the possibility of not being with you. Nothing matters without you, sunshine.”

“Honestly, I’ve just been so happy with the way things are, getting married really hasn’t been on my radar.” She grins widely and traces the tattoo on his upper chest with her fingertip. “But now that you mention it, I’m all for it. Let’s do it.”

“Mom and Dad aren’t here,” Mark says immediately.

“If this is what you want to do,” Luke begins and when I look over at him I’m stunned to see tears in his eyes, “I can have Mom and Dad here in about four hours. I’ll make the call.”

“What do you say?” Sam asks, smiling at her man. “Will you marry me today?”

“This is so us,” he whispers with a shake of the head. “Don’t you want to do all that girly planning stuff?”

“Nope.” She grins and kisses him hard on the lips. “I have my favorite shoes with me, my family is here, and I’m ready.”

“Then let’s do it.” Leo turns to look at Luke. “Make those calls. I have some to make too.”

“I’m on it.” Luke rises but instead of pulling out his phone, he walks around the table to kiss Sam’s head. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Get Mom and Dad here so I can get married.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Wait, what about the kids? They’re with your mom and dad,” Natalie reminds her husband.

“Mom and Dad will take them,” Caleb says immediately. “That won’t be a problem.”

“Oh my God!” Jules exclaims. “We’re planning a wedding!”

“For today!” Meg says and hugs Will. “I don’t feel hung over anymore.”

“What do we do?” Stacy asks.

“The first order of business is the food,” Will says, earning an eye-roll from Meg.

“I’m already looking into it,” Matt says, his fingers flying over his phone. Dom is also fiddling with his phone.

“I’ve got license info here, man,” Dom says to Matt.

“Great. I’m looking at chapels. I’ve got two to call.”

“Who knew that Matt and Dom would turn into wedding planners?” Natalie says with a wide smile.

“We don’t need all that,” Leo says. “I’d be happy with a ride through the wedding drive-thru and Elvis.”

“Oh, hello no.” Sam shakes her head and laughs. “I may not need all the fancy trimmings, but the guests should at least have chairs to sit in rather than follow us through a drive-thru.”

“It’s too bad Alecia couldn’t come,” Jules says and shakes her head. “She’d have it all planned by now.”

“I know, I invited her, but she had an event this weekend,” Meg says with a pout. Dom clears his throat, catching my attention.

“I don’t think I’ve met Alecia,” I say and watch Dom’s face. He glances up at me, firms his lips and returns to this phone.

“She plans all of our events. She’s brilliant,” Jules says. Dom’s jaw ticks.

“You don’t like her?” I ask.

“I don’t know her well,” he responds, not looking at me.

“Dom asked her out and she turned him down,” Will informs me. “Bruised his ego.”

“
Vaffanculo
,” Dom mutters.

“Did you just tell me to fuck off?” Will asks with a laugh.

“Close enough,” Dom replies.

“You speak Italian
and
you’re hot? How could she pass that up?” I ask sarcastically.

“You think I’m hot,
bella
?” Dom asks with a slow smile.

“Duh.” I roll my eyes as Mark growls next to me. “Have you seen you?”

“Well, this is interesting,” Dom says.

“Watch yourself.” Mark’s voice is low and hard. Dom shrugs and winks at me then turns back to his phone.

“You’re awfully possessive,” Stacy says to Mark while nibbling on a strawberry.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees.

“Okay, Sam and Leo, you’re with me. We’re going to get your license.” Dom jumps up and walks away without looking at the rest of us.

“Mom and Dad are on the way,” Luke announces as he returns.

“Thank you.” Sam hugs her brother and then she and Leo follow Dom, leaving the rest of us to simply stare at each other.

“Did that just happen?” Brynna asks.

“My sister is getting married.
Today.
” Mark murmurs.

“Never a dull moment around here,” Logan says cheerfully. “What do y’all do for an encore?”

“Just wait until they get drunk,” Jax says with a shake of his head. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“We need to get her flowers,” Nat says.

“The chapels are full-service,” Matt replies, his nose still in his phone. “And I just reserved one online for this evening.”

“What should we do in the meantime?” Isaac asks.

“Get our girls recovered from last night so they can do it all over again tonight,” Nate replies with a grin.

“I’m a mother,” Jules replies primly. “I can’t do it again tonight.”

“Really?” Meg asks.

“Oh God, I better go nap now,” Jules replies. “Wanna go nap, ace?”

“If that’s code for sink inside you and lose my mind for a few hours, then yes, I do.”

“Thank God you can read my mind.”

Chapter Nineteen

“You can’t wear leather pants to your own wedding,” Jules insists with her fists planted on her slim hips and a scowl on her gorgeous face.

“I’m marrying a rock star, Jules,” Sam says with a laugh. “I think I could wear cut off shorts and a tank top and it would be okay. Besides, we’re in Vegas. The JP will just be thankful that I’m sober.”

“You plan on being sober?” Stacy winks at Sam as she stares lovingly at the red stiletto Louboutins in Sam’s hands.