Page 70 of The Star

“Alright, ladies, time to get dressed,” the wedding planner announces as Sara is standing up from the vanity.

“That’s my cue.” Carson laughs, standing up. “Logan, could I talk to you outside for a minute?”

I stand too. “Nope, gotta get dressed.”

I turn away from him with the intention of walking across the room, but he grabs my arm with one of his big hands. “It’ll just be a second. It’s about the wedding.”

I meet his gaze, wanting to call him out on his bullshit. I can’t, though, as there’re too many wandering eyes. I just sigh, wave a hand toward the door, and follow him out of the room when he goes.

Once I’m through the door, I walk a few feet down the hallway, just in case he makes me yell, then turn to look at him. He crowds me instantly. “Don’t be mad at me anymore.”

I take a step backwards, my back hitting the wall. “Wow, what a great apology.”

He sighs, pressing closer to me again. “I’m sorry.”

“Apology declined. Can I go?” I try to sidestep him, but he presses his body to mine, pushing me harder against the wall.

“No.” He drops his face to my neck. “You look gorgeous.”

“Carson,” I warn him, gritting my teeth.

His nose rubs up my throat. “And you smell good enough to eat.”

My stomach flips, but I stand my ground, putting my hands on his shoulders and trying to push him away. His body doesn’t move – because he’s a mountain of muscle – so I just end up frustrating myself.

“Carson,” I warn him again, making his face lift from my neck and look deep into my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Logan.” He speaks clearly, and part of me even believes him.

“Are you going to kiss her with the same mouth that ate my pussy yesterday?” I spit back.

“Probably,” he answers, then leans back into my nape and kisses my skin. “But I’ll be thinking of you.”

I laugh humorlessly, shaking my head and pulling myself from him. I move to the side, slipping free from his grasp. “That isn’t as fucking romantic and sexy as you think it is.”

As I start walking back to the suite, he grabs my hand, pulling me back into him and spinning me. He smashes his lips to mine, wrapping his free hand around the back of my neck and squeezing.

It would be so easy to give into him and how good he feels, but I pull away, and he lets me, loosening the grip he has on my neck. My eyes fill with moisture, and I blink it away before I ruin my makeup. “You can’t just fucking do that, Carson!” I yell.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.

“You can’t just fucking kiss me, you can’t grab me, you can’t fucking come near me!” My voice cracks, but I keep yelling. “Stop talking to me. Don’t even fucking look at me, dude. Just leave me alone.”

I turn to walk back to the suite, and this time, he lets me without saying another word.

thirty-three

CARSON

Since I’m the Man of Honor, Hayden and Levi are left to take care of themselves for most of the day. I’m thankful, because if I had to hear them make fun of me for last night one more time, I was going to start swinging.

From getting cock blocked to leaping over the balcony, then Logan yelling at me in front of them… they had a lot of material to work with.

They’re like flies on shit with gossip or anything they can bitch about. I’m certain in another life they were mean girls.

I’ve felt like shit all day, like someone hit me with a tractor trailer and drove away to let me pick myself up. I wish I could blame it on my hangover, but when the feeling still lingered after a beer and a greasy breakfast, I knew it was because of what I did to Logan.

It might have something to do with my blue balls too. It’s not like I could go pull one out in the hotel bathroom with Hayden and Levi in the next room. But mostly, I feel fucking bad for hurting her.

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