All Chapters of 7 Deadly Sins series: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Montana The next morning dawns bright… a little too bright.“Make it stop,” I groan, placing a pillow over my face to block out the much-too-bright sun as the incessant pounding in my head continues. “Uh,” I whimper, clutching the pillow tight. I’ve never had a hangover that caused such a loud pounding in my head.“Montana,” a woman yells. “Open your door.” Immediately, the annoying pounding resumes.I throw the pillow from my face, moaning as I roll to place my feet on the floor of the spinning room.“Hey, why’d you do that?” Carson grumbles from the other side of my bed. I freeze, staring dumbfounded.Well, I guess that happened. I search my foggy brain. I can’t recall the two of us returning to my room.“Montana,” the woman’s voice calls again from the other side of the door.I grab a t-shirt from the floor, pulling it over my head while approaching the door. I quickly check to ens

Montana I do my best to concentrate on his words as he shares his idea with me, but I fail. My body’s reaction to his gentle touch grows exponentially. My mind drifts to him caressing other parts of my body, causing me to miss his entire plan.“So,” Carson drawls out, “what do you think?” His eyes ping pong back and forth, searching mine.I blow out a long breath as I search my brain for any clues to the plan he shared. I’ve got nothing. “Sounds good to me,” I lie. Well, is it a lie if I don’t know what I’m agreeing to?“Awesome!” Carson taps on his phone several times, then his thumbs type. “I’m scheduling a band meeting in my room in fifteen minutes. I need to apologize to the band for the negative publicity. We’ll share the plan with them and see if they’ll agree.” **** Carson Of course, Meredith shows up early for the meeting. I don’t want to deal with

Montana “With that settled,” Peyton starts, “look at these photos I took last night.”Her fingers scroll through photo after photo. Unimpressed, Meredith leaves the room. Eli pauses beside Carson.“Here.” He places his palm flat upon Carson’s chest. “It’ll work. The two of you, I mean. Watch this, and you’ll believe like we do.” His index finger moves between Peyton and him.When he pulls his palm from Carson’s chest, I see he’s given him a flash drive.“What’s this…?” Carson asks.“It’s a video of last night.” Eli grins.A video of our wedding. I’ll need to thank him for recording it. As we can’t remember, it’s our only window into the ceremony, our vows, and our drunken behaviors last night.“Can you send me the photos?” Carson asks Peyton. “Montana has my number.”It seems he’s as eager as I am to relive last night.“Watch the video. I’ll head to our room and send the pics to Montana.”

Montana With our empty wine glasses in hand, Kurt and I join the others in the kitchen, Denali, the Malamute, trotting behind us.“Let me give Montana a tour, then we can meet on the rooftop,” Carson suggests to his parents.“So, this is the kitchen.” He swings his arms wide.I’m already very familiar with this open space, with the large island with seating for five, and the bar area to the side, near the floor-to-ceiling glass doors, leading to the outdoor grill.A few steps away, also on the first floor, we walk through a giant living room, complete with a wall of glass, two French doors to the patio where we ate, a small powder room, and a mudroom with a shower off to the patio side.Near the table where we ate, the stone patio holds a wicker sectional with large, cushioned chairs, a glass railing all around, and a glass gate that opens to a wooden ramp which leads down to the private beach he promises to show me

Montana Carson and I sleep in until Denali signals he needs to potty by licking my face to wake me up. We flew him out on a different airline that allows larger dogs to fly coach instead of in the bowels of the plane. The pet sitter dropped him off last night, no worse for the wear.We hook him to the leash and head out on a long walk near the lake. Since we won’t be leaving Corey’s property, I keep on the t-shirt and boxers I wore to bed last night.We laugh at Denali’s attempt to lift his back leg to wet on everything over six inches tall.“No way he has more urine left to mark with,” I giggle.“Don’t make fun of him!” Carson acts offended. “He’s a growing boy, trying to make his mark on the world.”“What is it with males of every species needing to pee as many places as possible? My brother used to pee on Mom’s plants in the backyard and everywhere on Dad’s farm,” I share.“Not all of us pee everywhere,” C