Frayed (Torn #2)(36)

I hadn’t realized that Taylor and I were holding each other’s hands when we joined the rest of the table until Bass and the rest laughed at us. “Thank God you guys finally got that out your systems! It was rather intense to be around you two.”

Taylor lightly smacked his head. “Shut it, Bass!” he sat and pulled me next to him, so I was in between him and Emma.

I bit my lip and smiled at Emma—who nodded in agreement. She leaned close, her lips close to my ear. “Fireworks, doll?” she smiled knowingly.

Busted!

A blush crept up my cheeks. “You betcha!” We both laughed at that.

Bass was telling Taylor and me that Lindsey was still out on the floor with Dimitris when Emma stood up and strode in the middle, a few inches from the table, looking more flawless than ever. Her legs looked endless and her simple, baby blue, fitted, cotton dress looked divine on her. It screamed be-jealous-of-my-hot-banging-body bitches! I’m sure most men were checking her out, but her glowing blue eyes were on Bass. “Dance with me,” she asked him, a little shy.

It was odd to see someone be shy with the person who was f*uking their brains out on a daily basis, and yet, here she was, timidly asking the man to dance with her.

Bass’ eyes looked her up and down before he stood up and softly tugged on her dress. “Was it this short when we left earlier?” he wondered out loud with a frown on his handsome face.

Taylor snorted. I poked him with my finger, shushing him.

That made Emma sigh. “Are you going to just check me out all night or are you going to dance with me? If not, I’m going to go look for a partner.” Emma looked at him sternly, her patience running thin.

Bass gave her a harsh look. “Over my dead body, Emma.” He then took her in his arms and led her to the dance floor. It seemed that Mo and Tanya wanted to dance, too, cause they followed the couple. Those two looked like they were hooking up, as well. Awesome.

“Aw man, now I gotta find my own chick. I didn’t know we’re pairing tonight!” Vincent de la Cruz muttered and left our table.

I watched him go before I turned to Taylor. “Why do you always snort, choke or laugh when Bass talks to Emma? Do you have something against her?”

Taylor’s smile vanished quickly. “God no. I like Emma. I think she’s pretty awesome. It’s not her I’m laughing at. It’s Bass. He’s just not himself. He’s not one to care about how short a dress is or get jealous. Seeing him all possessive about a woman for a change is… well, weird. I just never pictured him this way. It’s just out of character, that’s all.”

“Oh, well that’s great then, I wouldn’t want Emma hurt.” She had already had her fair share. Not to mention, Carter making his moves, and God knows what would happen if Bass learned of them. f*uk!

“Stop frowning. Come here and kiss me.” Taylor plucked me off my seat and placed me on his leg. He kissed me thoroughly and deeply until we were both out of breath. “I want you again, but I shouldn’t. Not until tomorrow.” He informed me in between kisses.

Um, say what? “Why the heck not?” I frowned at him, not liking this idea at all. Not. One. Little. Bit.

His fingers caressed the inside of my thigh. They were innocent strokes, but they were arousing me. Taylor kissed me again before he spoke. “I was too rough with you. You were tight and I should’ve taken my time and made sure you were ready to accommodate me, but I was too selfish to hold back. I needed to be inside you so bad, I couldn’t think straight. I haven’t been thinking straight since you flashed me your pu**y that night in Ios.”

“Well, you did a fine job and I want it again. Maybe tonight, you can sleep in my room?” The idea came out of nowhere, but it pleased me to know that we would do it on something soft. Other places were fine, but I wanted to know what it was like with Taylor on a bed.

“Can’t, not tonight. You’re sore and you need to heal. I don’t want arguments about it, okay? Tomorrow, we have all day for me to make you come, but I promise to penetrate you once or twice. Then we can add more from there as the days pass. I just don’t want you hurting.”

What the f*uk is wrong with him? I was waving my vagina in front of him and he’s worried that I was sore? “No, Taylor. I want Monster Boss.” Desperately. Soreness and pain be damned.

Taylor chuckled at my reference to his manhood. “No can do, Trista. You have to wait it out. Think of what I’ll do to you tomorrow and how many times I can make you come.”

Hell, this blows bubbles. “This sucks. You better be damned sure that you rain me with o’s tomorrow.”

“That I can promise you, my little starving hellcat.”

When everybody finally convened back at our table, we were ready to go home. Lindsey was extremely quiet and when I asked her what the problem was, she just said to me “not right now, Tris”. When I asked Emma about Lindsey’s weird attitude, she expressed the same worry. Lindsey , act was acting ing all weird and bizarre . , W w ell , , odd , didn’t even cover it.

Vincent, Mo and Tanya left for their hotel and the rest of us went back to the apartment building Dimitris owned. It was four in the morning when the rest of us retired to our quarters.

Taylor and I were in my room, kissing against the wall since he was too much of a pu**y to get on my bed. “I have to go,” He finally whispered before he devoured my lips again. “Now.”