Page 83 of The Star

“Carson,” I groan, making him lift his head from between my legs with a grin pulling at his lips. He kisses up my body, taking his time and creating embers to ignite on every inch his wet mouth touches. By the time he reaches my face, his tongue slips into my mouth and I suck it, tasting myself on him as my hands wrap around his back to feel his skin.

“Have you guys been doing this all day?”

Hayden’s voice makes Carson pull his lips from mine, looking over the back of the chair to address his friend.

“Go away,” Carson growls, pressing his chest to mine to cover my naked body.

“Oh, relax.” Levi sighs, walking around until he comes into my line of sight. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

Carson’s head falls into my neck as he sighs. “Jesus Christ.”

I laugh, my chest shaking and making Carson bounce up and down. Looking at Levi, I roll my eyes. “Did you need something?”

Hayden answers for him, from wherever he is behind me. “Yeah, we’re having a party, remember?”

Carson doesn’t pick up his head, just speaks to his friend into my neck. “You said you wouldn’t be back until 8.”

“Well, we’re early,” Hayden replies, boredom lacing his tone.

Carson still doesn’t raise his head, just grumbles against my skin again. “You could have called.”

“Yeah, I’ve been calling you all day, motherfucker. You’ve been too preoccupied with Logan’s snatch to answer,” Hayden snaps.

Finally, Carson lifts from my neck to yell at his friend. “Hayden! Go inside so my girlfriend can get dressed before I beat the fuck out of your scrawny ass!”

My stomach drops, making all my muscles tense up as I watch Levi make a humored expression and then walk back toward the house. I assume Hayden has walked inside too when I hear the door shut behind me, and Carson lifts off of me.

“You called me your girlfriend,” I say, lifting an eyebrow.

Carson looks at me from over his shoulder as he ties his towel around his waist. “Did I?”

“You did.” I grab my towel from the ground, wrapping it around my body before I stand up. “Which must have been a mistake, because I’m pretty sure you already have a fake girlfriend, and you haven’taskedme to be your girlfriend.”

He laughs. “Shut up, Logan.”

I grin, walking behind him and sliding my hands around his waist. “Were you planning onaskingme to be your girlfriend, Carson?”

He turns around to face me, that cocky smirk pulling at his lips. “I don’t ask for things that are already mine.”

Huffing out a laugh, I drop my head back a little. “You’re such a douchebag.”

He shrugs, meeting my gaze. “But you like me anyways.”

I hum between my lips, narrowing my eyes in amusement. “A little.” He kisses me at that, laughing between his lips as we collide.

I savor the feel of his mouth against mine, blowing the air from my lungs out through my nose and letting my body go lax. I can’t stop the feeling that something bad is coming, that I’m going to wake up from the daydream Carson and I have been living in today. That it’s all going to be pretend.

He pulls back, wiggling his eyebrows. “Let’s go take a shower.”

“C’mon.” I move my hands from around his waist, slipping my fingers between his as I start to walk toward the house. I shake my head. “My pussy’s gonna be wrecked tomorrow.”

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“That’swhat you’re wearing?!” Carson blanches from behind me, making me spin around to face him. I drag my gaze up and down his body, giving him a dirty look.

“I’m sorry?” I question, raising an eyebrow. “Did I give you the impression that I’m the type of girl that dictates her outfits based on how amanfeels about them? Would you like to start over?”

He huffs, but I don’t miss the twitch to his lips as he tries not to smile. He steps toward me slowly, sliding his hands around my waist once he reaches me. “You look really hot.”

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