“I don’t want to talk about it. I just got engaged. I want to be happy for one damn night.”
Everyone hushes, and Tag smiles as he walks away to pick my glass of bubbly back up.
“Then let’s get drunk and enjoy our night,” he says softly before kissing my forehead.
I smirk as I down the first glass, and then Erica quickly refills it as everyone avoids speaking about anything else dealing with drama.
“When’s the big day?” Billy chirps.
“As soon as Ash wants,” Tag says as he walks over to the couch and sits down while sipping his own glass of champagne.
“Well?” Wren prompts, and I swallow hard against my next big gulp of alcohol.
“However long it takes to plan a wedding, I guess,” I say with a smile, my eyes finding Tag’s.
He runs his hand over his lips, and then he motions for me to join him. I oblige without hesitation by falling onto his lap.
“I can plan a wedding in less than a week,” he whispers to only me, and I giggle lightly.
“I think I should let Melanie and my stepmom do it,” I chuckle. “Melanie has been planning my wedding for years.”
He smiles softly, and then he sighs hard.
“You’ll call them tonight then?” he asks.
“First thing tomorrow. Tonight I just want to be in your arms, celebrating. By the way, your rule about no drunk chicks gets broken tonight, because I’m going to be unruly drunk. There’s no way I’m going to want to hear no.”
He takes a deep breath, his eyes not leaving mine, and then he pulls me to where my elegant dress slides up more to straddle him.
“I’ve never had a real relationship, so I’ll bend my rules. You just tell me what you want while you’re sober, and I’ll make it happen when you’re drunk.”
***
Tag
She smiles deviously, and my cock twitches from the scandalous dare in her eyes. I swear I’d fuck her right now and not stop until morning.
She leans over, her lips brushing mine, and then her hand slides down my chest to the top of my pants, making me exhale loudly in need.
“Anything you want to do to me, that’s what I want.”
Fuck.
I just almost came. I swear I found the perfect girl, and she loves me.
My lips collide with hers just as the others find their way back into the room, and Wren’s laughter sneaks free.
“Apparently, this celebration just got private.”
I smile against her velvet lips as I lean back to face him.
“Not yet, but soon.”
Ash giggles lightly, and I cup her ass in my hand while pulling her to meet my hips. The others laugh and ignore our little display as Shannon brings a full bottle of opened champagne to us.
I quickly fill my girl’s glass again, almost pushing her to get drunk now that I won’t feel like I’m taking advantage. I sip my own to do something I’ve never done before—drunk sex.
It’s always intrigued me, but I was never in a relationship where I trusted myself or the other person enough to attempt it. I would never be sleazy enough to take advantage of a girl like that, but Ash is sober and begging me to fuck her drunk. Ironically enough, I never have sex when I’m drunk because I’m worried about getting careless and getting a girl pregnant.
“I love you,” she murmurs before kissing my lips.
Those words leaving those soft, perfect lips still make my heart flip flop and damn near stop.
“I love you, Ashiara Branderwood.”
Overhearing our endearments, Bity flops down beside us and says, “It’s going to be weird to start calling you Ash Masters.”
My cock gets all the harder, and she responds by gripping my shoulders a little tighter.
My name on her sounds so hot, and I can’t wait until it’s hers.
“It’s going to be incredible,” I release through a very seduced strain.
“O…kay… gross,” Bity groans with a wrinkled nose, and then he disappears once the sexual tension between Ash and me grows to be too much for him.
“You drunk yet?” I whisper as she drinks the rest of the bottle.
“Drunk enough,” she says with a mischievous, fucking sexy-as-hell grin.
I rip her up, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist, and start carrying her away as the others chuckle lightly. They wouldn’t be laughing if they felt what I feel. No one has ever captured my breath the way Ash does.
“Fuck me,” she whispers as we enter the bedroom, and I damn near explode in my pants like some hormonal teenager who has never heard that said before.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” I groan as I toss her to the bed.
“Why? Because I want you inside me?” she asks, feigning innocence with her devilishly angelic smile.