“Yeah, I’ve got her,” Tag murmurs softly while scooping me up.
“Tag, I’m not that drunk. I can walk.”
He smirks, and then he shakes his head.
“It looks like we’ll be staying with you tonight,” he laughs, and I pucker my lips.
“We can go home. I’m fit to drive—well, ride.”
“Here that?” Wren chirps as he joins us. “She’s fit to ride, Tag.”
I blush as Tag and Wren both laugh, and Melanie rolls her eyes for the distasteful joke her son made.
“Well, you still have gifts to open. Not to mention, we haven’t even eaten. Ashiara, how did you get so drunk?” she scolds.
“The champagne was really good,” I joke, making Tag laugh a little louder as he carries me inside.
“Where’s Trip?” he asks a guy when we get back in.
“Billy and Shannon are showing him around.”
He nods, and then he starts carrying me up the stairs.
“Tag, please let me go. I want to enjoy the party. I’m fine.”
“You’re drunk, and it’s obvious you need to sleep it off.”
I cross my arms to sulk as he carries me on up.
“I don’t want to sleep. I’m ready to drink. Please stop treating me like a child.”
He laughs and then he pushes the door open to the room where he stayed that weekend.
“I’ll come check on you in a bit. I’m sure I can send one of the guys out to get you some clothes.”
I roll my eyes as he puts me on the bed, and I turn away from him as he covers me up. He’s tucking me in the way I do Trip. How degrading is this?
***
Tag
“Tag, there you are,” another blast from the past exclaims, her cleavage showing, my dick not responding.
I got more of a rise out of Ash’s pouting lips than I am these jugs of fury bouncing around.
“Hey Camille, sorry, but I need to go find my son.”
“Aw,” she pouts. “I just want some time alone with the new daddy. I would have never dreamed you’d be such a good dad.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve just been a dad for a little while. Let’s not go giving me a number-one dad mug just yet.”
I start to walk off, but then she grabs my arm and pulls me into a dark room off to the side.
“I want to show you how impressed I am,” she seduces while dropping to her knees in front of me.
She grabs my belt and jerks it free, but the soft mass in my pants just laughs as I try to pull her up.
“Damn it, Camille, stop. I don’t want to do this. I’m a happy man with a son, and I happen to love his mother.”