Tagged & Ashed (The Sterling Shore Series #2) by C.M. Owens Page A

Prize.  I can’t believe it took me this long to figure that out.  Stay the hell away from me.  Don’t worry about anything I might do with Tag.  Just tell Wren I’m sorry for leaving early.”
    I barge by him, my tears begging to fall as I head toward the gallant house.  He doesn’t follow me - he knows better.  He knows I’ll hate him for this, and there’s nothing he can do.
    As I’m rushing up the stairs, I feel arms around me, swirling me to a body.
    “Hey, what’s wrong?” Tag asks as he studies my unshed tears.
    Like he really cares.
    “Apparently I’m fucking up Billy’s chances with Rene because I’ve been Tagged, ” I blurt out foolishly.
    “He said that?” he gasps in angry disbelief before turning away like he’s going to go tear him apart.
    “Don’t,” I murmur, a little surprised by his reaction, as I tug on his arm.
    “No.  He shouldn’t have said something like that.  He has no right to damn-”
    My lips press against his as I jerk his head down to shut him up.  His hands glide around my waist, and then one slides down my leg to find the split of the dress.  His hand slides through it, and he grips me at my thigh, making my leg rise to his waist, as he spins me and presses me hard against the wall.
    “Just fuck me,” I murmur softly against his lips, and before I know it, my elegant dress becomes sleazy as my legs wrap around his waist and he carries me away from the party.
     
    ***
    Tag
     
    Bity’s a stupid ass who deserves to have his nose broken, but I don’t need to fuck him up the day before Wren’s wedding.  Besides, I’ve been fighting with my mixed emotions for Ash for long enough.  I’m ready to just have her, and then deal with whatever uncertainties later.
    Her lips are like velvet against mine, and her smooth body is so incredible to touch as I carry her back to my room.  She’s the only girl here I’ve been able to pay attention to, and that’s sure as hell a first for me.
    The door to my room opens, and she moans into my mouth as I carry her to the bed.  That beautiful sound only makes me grip her harder as we crash to the bed, and then she rips my jacket off before pulling me to her by my tie.
    The way she wants me right now is more of a rush than anything I’ve ever felt before.  Many girls have wanted me, but she’s the first to need me for something.
    Yet again, that’s a first.  I don’t do girls with needs, but I’d do anything right now for this one.  It’s starting to freak me the hell out.
    I feel her undoing my pants, and then they fall free enough for me to kick them off, as her eager hands rip the buttons from my shirt.
    Fuck, that’s so hot.
    Pulling my tie over my head, I stare down at her body on my bed, her eyes telling me she’s waiting to be undressed.
    I quickly oblige, my hands sliding the dress up and over her head to reveal the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen.  Her black, strapless corset top stops to show about four inches of her stomach, and then my eyes fall on the lacy underwear that offers me a peek of what I know is underneath.
    “Shit,” I exhale in pleasant surprise, and she smiles before pulling me back down to her.
    I don’t hesitate to push my tongue in her mouth, and my hand slides up her leg to find her lacy perfection and slide it aside before my finger finds her wet, tight crevice.
    I’m going to savor it though.  I can’t rush this moment. 
    She moans as my finger moves, and then my mouth escapes hers as my lips trail down her body to find its place below.
    She grips my hair as her legs spread wider, and she moans louder with every flick of my tongue or twist of my finger buried inside her.  I slip in another finger, and the muscles inside her tighten, making my cock throb with envy.
    She cries out as she finds her moment, and then I slip my pants down and slide the condom on before burying myself in her with one quick thrust.
    Oh damn it.  She feels even better than she did in the