Tag
It’s been forever since I was between her legs - almost there. Now I’m standing out here under the moonlight, while they take their night-shots.
“Any chance we’ll be done taking pictures before the wedding is over?” I gripe while loosening my tie, frustrated for so many reasons.
Wren laughs as the photographer lowers the camera without directing us to our next pose.
“That’s it,” she bitterly snarks before putting her camera away.
“Finally,” I say, exasperated, while leaning against the pole of the canopy set up behind me.
Wren turns to me as his fiancée, Erica, walks off to start talking privately with the annoying photographer. His eyes glance over to Bity, who is grinning ear-to-ear as he joins Rene.
“So why is my brother rushing over to Rene Ballinger when he’s supposed to be here with Ashiara? And how the hell did he ever land a chick like her to begin with?”
I knew he was Ashed.
“Remember - you’re getting married,” I playfully quip.
“Ha,” he dully releases while bringing a drink to his lips. “I was just trying to figure out when my brother got game like that.”
Both of our eyes fall on the girl we’re whispering about when she walks out arm-in-arm with Melanie. I haven’t seen her since earlier, and I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look even better.
Her small, tight, white skirt rises high, but not too high. The flowing fabric of her cleavage-showing red shirt whips in the oceanfront wind as she tosses her long, bronze hair away from her face.
Her sleek legs are still driving me crazy, leading up to that perfect ass which is displayed even better in that skirt. I grin when I see her shoes - dressy, half-boot style heels that cover up her new bandaging.
“You’re drooling,” Wren snickers, and my jaw claps shut as I roll my eyes.
“She’s just… I don’t know. Has Bity ever told you about her before?”
He shrugs as his eyes return to the beauty now laughing, her head tossing back as someone in Melanie's crowd of old crows makes a joke.
“Yeah, but I sure as hell didn’t expect her to look like that. With the way he was still fawning over Rene, I thought this girl must be hideous. Damn, was I ever wrong.”
“I’ll say,” I grumble under my breath when I’m unable to break my eyes away from her. “I need a stronger drink,” I add with a disgruntled tone, placing the empty beer bottle on the table next to me and heading toward the bar.
This place looks like something from Gatsby’s era. Everything is dressed in cascading folds of white and gold, and there are enough tables and chairs to accommodate hundreds, when we’ve only got a gathering of fifty or more.
My eyes are poised on the beautiful girl standing high on the patio stairs as she engages in idle conversation, never looking toward me. She can’t be that immune to me.
I don’t know how I missed it coming on, but I’m suddenly tipping forward as my shin slams into something hard. I flail my arms like an absolute idiot as I crash and splash into the concrete fountain, which is spewing a shower of sheer humiliation.
Fucking shit.
The cold water bites at me as the faces on the coins at the bottom of the fountain ridicule me with their smiles. I jerk my face free from the knee-high water that has managed to thoroughly drench me in front of the whole damn party.
As the laughter roars free, I play it off by taking a bow, and join in by laughing as well - though I’d rather find a place to hide for the rest of the weekend.
My eyes fall on the dark-haired, spellbinding beauty that sent me to my moment of defeat, and she lets her giggles free while shaking her head.
Great.
There goes everything else I had going for me. She’s fucking impossible, and I just need to move on before I lose every bit of my confidence - a feat I never thought possible before this night.
“Tag, what’s wrong with you tonight, bro?” Wren chuckles as I try wringing my shirt out.
My eyes glance back up at the girl who gives me a playful wink before returning to her previous conversation that was only briefly interrupted by my embarrassing flop.