Part 4 (1/2)
”When he came rus.h.i.+ng in here, p.i.s.sed but not furious. He hates me enough to take a swing at me if I was really touching his girl.”
She grins, and then I slip on the Band-Aid before standing up.
”Well, you should be a doctor. I feel all better,” she says with a playful tone while staring down at her ankle.
”I can make you feel a little better than you already do,” I daringly release, making her body visibly s.h.i.+ver as she slowly turns to meet my eyes.
Definitely getting to her. Thank f.u.c.k.
”Um, you should probably let me change. The gravel sort of messed up my dress. I'll see you around.”
She tries to sound dismissive, but she's too strained in her tone to sell it. I lean over, my body hovering over hers, as her lips tremble.
”Or, I could undress you and you could change later.”
I don't give her a chance to respond. Before I realize what's going on, I've pushed her onto her back and fallen between her parted legs before sliding her farther up on the bed.
My lips press against hers, and her devilish little tongue sweeps in, surprising me. I'm suddenly so hard that it's painful. I really hope she ends this torture for me.
She moans into my mouth as her fingers tangle in my hair, a desire-ridden tug following her soft caress.
She's mine now.
As.h.i.+ara What the h.e.l.l am I doing?
Have I lost my d.a.m.n mind all of the sudden?
He's lying between my legs, and I'm wrapping them around him like some hormonal fool unable to control myself. He's nothing but bad for me, and yet I'm spiraled around him, grinding against his incredible erection meant for me.
”Ash,” he whispers as he slides my dress up. ”I want you so d.a.m.n bad.”
My blood boils through my veins as everything within me ignites in unison. I want him, but this isn't right. I don't do this s.h.i.+t. But what could it hurt to have a little fun? With a stranger I barely know? At my best friend's mother's house?
Nope. Not happening.
I moan slightly as his lips crush mine, pinning me at his mercy as he slides my dress up around my hips. Both the devil and the angel in my mind cease to sway my thoughts, as surrealism sinks in its claws, and I become a victim of my own primal needs.
The tips of his fingers finds their way under the waistband of my panties, and then I gasp as they strum over my s.e.x, finding the moisture that has gathered - thanks to his touch.
”f.u.c.k,” he breathes, letting his delectable breath travel across my face as my hands tangle in his hair, and then he lets his finger slip in.
He pulls back and then jerks his pants down, before reaching up to start tugging at my underwear.
s.h.i.+t. s.h.i.+t. s.h.i.+t.
”Stop,” I squeal as I jerk my dress down and my panties up.
”What? What's wrong?” he breathlessly releases while staying half dressed.
I roll my eyes before slipping free from his clutches as I try to compose my panted, exhausted breaths.
”I can't do this. h.e.l.l, I don't even know you. The only thing I know about you is my best friend hates you.”
He scrubs his face in frustration, acting as though he feels tortured - which is comforting since I feel pretty d.a.m.n tortured. I'm so glad his s.h.i.+rt is still on.
He sn.i.g.g.e.rs as he walks toward me in his s.h.i.+rt and boxers.
”I'm not worried about Bity's disapproval. I want you, and I happen to know for a fact you want me. Let's just end the suspense.”
Did my knees just wobble? It had to be my imagination.
”No. We-”
”Hey, Tag. Where you at?” Wren's voice chirps from down the hallway.
”s.h.i.+t,” Tag groans while jerking his pants back on and tucking his s.h.i.+rt in as quickly as he can.
”Tag, come on, man. We've got pictures to do,” Wren bellows while opening doors left and right, all of them slamming as he restlessly continues his search.
Tag ducks behind the door just as it swings open, and Wren looks me over as he fills the doorway. Right now, I'm praying my hair isn't an absolute mess to display... whatever that was.
”Hey, Wren,” I murmur awkwardly.
”Hey, have you seen Tag? Mom wants us to pose for some pictures before the sun completely sets.”
”Um, I haven't seen him since he bandaged me up, but I'll tell him if I do.”
Tag grins lightly while relaxing out of Wren's view.
”Do... have you... um, my brother is outside with Rene. Do you want me to send him up after the pictures?”
I stifle my grin, while Tag suppresses a laugh.
”No. I'm about to come down. I just need to change, since this dress is a little messed up from the gravel. I was just about to do that when you walked in.”
His body stiffens as anxiety crosses over his face. I can see the worry in his eyes for what he thinks he almost saw, but he has no clue what he almost saw. I was d.a.m.n close to caving and throwing myself at Tag.
”Yeah, I'll... see ya.”
He rushes away, and the door clicks behind him as Tag walks back toward me with his predatory stalk.
”I don't know if I've ever heard Wren so rattled. Apparently I'm not the only one getting Ashed around here.”
Ashed? I don't think so.