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She smiles her beautiful grin, and then she stares down at her coffee as I wrap my arm around her and pull her to me.

“Well,” Wren says with a grin even bigger. “I’m going to go see if I can break tradition and sneak a peek at my bride-to-be. See you at noon for the cliff-side pictures.”

Oh damn. I forgot that shit.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

Melanie's smile deepens as she leans over to Ash and kisses her on the cheek. Then she leaves the room.

Rene squirms uncomfortably for a minute, and then she rushes off to hide out now that the girl who outshines her is in my arms.

“Hey,” I murmur softly. “Sorry, I got caught up.”



***

Ashiara



I actually hadn’t expected to run into Tag. I was wanting to talk to Melanie and tell her I’m leaving, but here he is. He kisses me again, and I put my coffee down so I can pull him in for a deeper one.

“Miss me?” he asks with a smile.

“A little.” I giggle as he picks me up and puts me on the counter.

“Good. Now, let’s talk about that dinner you proposed.”

I take a deep, cleansing breath, and then I dust his hair from his brow before I shake my head.

“I shouldn’t have asked you for that. So, shouldn’t you be getting ready? For the pictures and all.”

“Not yet. I’m not a girl, so I don’t take that long.”

I laugh a little, and then I lean over to push my forehead to his as I sit atop the really high bar top.

Suddenly his lips are on mine much harder as he pulls me to his body and starts carrying me away. My skirt is too tight for me to wrap my legs around his waist, so they dangle as he takes me to the back of the kitchen to the storage closet.

He puts me on the counter in there, and I slip his shirt over his head as his hands greedily scour my body under my skirt.

“I love a good morning,” he murmurs against my lips as he jerks my panties off and slides my skirt up higher - making it wrinkle around my waist and exposing me.

It doesn't take but a few seconds to push his pants down, and we start acting like ravenous, hormonal teenagers. My legs wrap around him as I jerk him to me, and the head of his erection grazes my entrance as he guides it to me.

“I love how wet you get for me.”

I moan into his mouth as his firmness glides in a little farther - skin on skin.

“Shit, I don’t have anymore condoms. Damn it.”

My lips tighten as the head of his erection stays inside me.

“I can use my mouth,” I daringly release, making his hands grip me tighter as he sinks in just a little more.

“Say fuck it.”

I pause, uncertain if I’m willing to risk a pregnancy for a good fuck in what’s essentially an oversized closet.

“Fuck it,” I murmur against his mouth, stupidly giving up on caution, and he surges in with more force than I was expecting, forcing my head to bob back in ecstasy as my body arches to meet his next thrust.

I moan louder as the skin on skin makes me feel him with more intimacy, more perfection.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Damn it,” he almost gripes as he thrusts in deeper, making a catch in my throat force out a squeak instead of a moan.

His pace only quickens as his grip tightens, and he jerks me to where my back pops the counter and my ass rests in his hands as his furious rhythm pushes me to the brink.

I grip the edge of the counter as the ecstasy swells in my lower abdomen, and I scream out as he pushes me over the edge, forcing my whole body to stiffen before relaxing to the point I become limp in his hands.

Suddenly, I feel his warmth spreading inside me as he follows my climax, and then he pulls me up to hold me to him.

I tremble as my arms clasp around his neck, and his sweet, deliberate kiss holds me steady in the realm of fantasy. I know this will never be more than this, but at least he’s not making me feel dirty. Well, not in a bad way.



***

Tag



As I hold her, something inside me breaks. I’ve never wanted someone for more than sex until her, and I really have no idea what to do or say. Ash is too good for someone like me to fuck with. I can’t do it. I can’t let her be a guinea pig and play the first girlfriend in my life.

“Ash?” Billy’s voice calls, and she covers her mouth to stifle a laugh as she pulls me to cover up her body.

I force a smile, not quite as amused by the sound of Billy’s interrupting voice. Brushing her hair away from her face, I stare into those stormy blues I could imagine myself staring into for so much longer than this weekend.

At least she’s still staying. Maybe she’ll even let me take her home, and from there, who knows? I sure as hell don’t know. I’ve never been so fucking confused in all my life.