Tagged & Ashed(23)

She bites back a smile while clinging to her towel.

“Me, too. Catch you later, Billy?” Ash mutters so innocently.

“Yeah,” he says dully.

I walk out and wait beside the wall for her to follow me.

She emerges, and I swirl her into my arms while bringing her in for a deep kiss as her body pushes against mine.

“Your room or mine?” she murmurs against my lips, and I smile in response.

“Neither. Rene is about to start stalking me again, and I’m sure Billy is going to come to your room to bitch. Let’s meet up in a while, and I’ll take you somewhere.”

She almost pouts, which excites me to no end. She wants me bad now, almost as bad as I want her.

“Okay, so, later?” she asks awkwardly.

“Definitely later.”

She finally smiles for real, and I kiss her again while taking her hand in mine. I lead her up the stairs, hoping I have the strength to let her go while she still wants me.





Chapter Four



Biding Time



Ashiara



So later obviously meant much, much later.

I’ve been waiting all damn day on Tag to show up and end this sexual frustration, but he hasn’t made a move. The only thing he has done is be swarmed with wedding stuff. Who knew the best man had to be so involved?

The rehearsal dinner is going on right now, so I just stayed in my room. I’m not part of the wedding party, and I’m too wound up to sit down. I'd be squirming in my seat if I had to watch Tag stand beside the groom while they ran through a mock ceremony.

I’m sure he looks sexy in whatever outfit he’s wearing. Hopefully, this daring black dress will have some effect on him.

It’s a very formal event tonight, and my dress is sexy-elegant. The low dip shows off my cleavage, while the tasteful straps slide over my arms with their pricy fabric - courtesy of Billy for being his pretend date.

The long dress stops just at my feet, while the daring split rises all the way up my leg to my thigh. My hair has been dressed in elegant curls, and a black, shimmering flower ties the front right side of my hair back.

I look out the window, noticing the crowds have broken apart and the party is starting.

Finally.

I huff as I walk over to open my door, but my heart stops when I see Tag standing there, looking beyond hot as he leans against my doorframe, staring down at me with his devilishly perfect grin.

His icy blues match the shirt under his suit and tie. It should be so illegal for someone to look like this. His dark hair gleams under the low light of the hallway, and he reaches out his arm for me to take.

“Well, I was planning on detaining you for an hour or two, but now that I see how incredible you look, I’d hate to undo anything,” he says with his grin still intact as I take his arm.

“Thanks. You did have the rest of the day to detain me though,” I say, lightly sulking.

“Do I detect a hint of disappointment, Ms. Branderwood?”

The delight in his tone is too… irresistible.

“Don’t be cute, Mr. Masters.”

He lets a laugh free, and then he leans over to my ear as we descend the staircase to the room full of people.

“At least you got to come earlier,” he crudely releases, his hot breath stinging against my sensitized skin.

I shiver lightly, and then I look back to find his daring grin and excited eyes.

“Yes I did. I also tried to return the favor when my mouth was-”

He interrupts me when he jerks my face to meet his as my body crashes against the wall of the staircase with numerous gasps following.

“Christ,” he murmurs against my lips. “I swear you’re fucking with my head.”

I’m fucking with his head? I’m the one dying for his touch.

“Let’s get this party shit over with, and then I want you to stay with me again tonight. This time, though, it won’t be so innocent," he says, sounding assertive.

Mmm.

I grin, and then we pull back to see all the giggling faces turning away. He adjusts his tie and takes my hand again until we reach the bottom of the stairs. I feel a pang of disappointment when he releases me, and then I feel a tug of jealously as some gorgeous girl comes to drape her arms around him before kissing him directly on the lips.

Well that sucks.

I start to walk off, when I feel his arm around me, pulling me back to his perfect body.

“Emry, hey,” he says nervously. “I didn’t think you were invited to the wedding.”

“I’m not, but there’s no rule about someone who was invited bringing me as their date,” she says while dusting her blond locks from her shoulder, and then her eyes cut to glare at me. “One of your whores?”

“I’m just gonna go find Billy,” I murmur awkwardly when I realize she’s apparently one of his many conquests, but Tag refuses to let me retreat.