All Chapters of 7 Deadly Sins series: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Montana Nestled in the warmth of our king-sized bed, Carson cuddles my back against his front for several long moments as we talk.Tonight, I pull away, lying on my side to face him. The pale moonlight allows me to see his face. Too many thoughts clog my mind.What if we have no sexual chemistry in the bedroom, or if we’re not compatible sexually? Will our marriage and friendship end? What if he has terrible habits that I can’t bear? What will happen if I want to go back to college or start my career in Des Moines? What if his writer’s block returns? What if I snore?“What’s going on in there?” Carson taps my forehead before tucking hair behind my ear.“There’s still so much we don’t know about each other,” I admit. It’s not a lie. I’m summing up all of my concerns.He nods. “Let’s remedy that now.”I scrunch my face, unsure what he means. How can we remedy it now?“Do you have any al

Montana I assist Peyton in applying sunscreen to the backs of the three men. I start with Carson, and she starts with Jake. Eli comments that he’s okay with sloppy seconds to which we shake our heads. As Peyton is taking her sweet time, ensuring Jake’s safety from UV rays, I apply a thick coat of sunscreen to Eli’s very pale back.“Dude, you’re gonna fry,” Carson informs him.“Sunscreen will protect me. I’ll just need to reapply it every hour.” He looks over his shoulder at me. “Will you set an alarm and make sure I do?”I nod, hoping the others will assist me. It feels strange to be running my fingers over Eli’s back.“Spin,” I instruct.“No, I can get my chest.” He snags the bottle of sunscreen from my right hand and heads to the patio table under the umbrella.I turn my attention to Peyton. She’s finally done fondling Jake in front of us. Now, the two are sitting at the edge of the pool, talking low enough we can’t hear them.We spend the afternoon floati

Montana “How do I seduce my husband?” I ask when we’re safely outside the house.Peyton guffaws and stops abruptly which jerks Snoopy to a halt.I continue walking. “I mean, should I just tell him? Or is it better if I hint at it?” I query further, looking directly at my friend, desperately seeking her advice.“You’re serious?” Peyton asks. “Okay, well, what have you done in the past with guys to give them the green light?”My jaw drops in disbelief. She knows I’m inexperienced with men. I’m not the leader in my relationships. How did I think I could do this?“Hey.” She waves her hands in front of my face to get my attention. “So, you’ve shared that you cuddle at night while talking. That’s a perfect time to drop your hints. Every touch can be a signal. Brush against him, then place your hand on his arm, his chest, and his jaw.”She leans closer to me. “Dress provocatively, forget a towel when you sh

Montana I busy myself caring for the dogs and visiting Fran while she works. At PetSmart, I introduce Denali to the clerks and sign us up for a training class. I purchase too many toys and chews. It’s easy to get carried away. There are so many fun things to play with.After lunch, I hold both leashes as we walk toward the lake. Denali and Snoopy love the water, so I throw a tennis ball from the dock, and they dive in to fetch it over and over. When my arm grows tired, we return to the house.Tomorrow, Denali, Snoopy, and I plan to join Mom for lunch then play at the dog park on her side of town. She loves dogs, and it gets the three of us out of the house for a bit. I feel I spend more time with them than I do Carson. I don’t see Carson except for his thirty-minute lunch breaks or on the nights they emerge from the studio before midnight. **** Eager to see my man, I interrupt the studio session by taking

Montana His nostrils flare as I run my finger along his shaft. Then, he pounces. He drags me up to the head of the bed, his mouth entertaining mine while his hands free me of my halter top and shorts.My flesh prickles against the cold air. The sensation energizes my desire. Cason pulls his lips from mine to gaze down my body. I squirm under his view. He licks his lips, eyes on my mouth as he sits up, knees planted on either side of my hips. I glide my hands up his sides and over his ribs in an attempt to grasp his neck and lower his mouth back to mine. My arms aren’t long enough, and Carson smirks, realizing what I want and withholding it from me.“Please,” I whimper, breathy.His tongue emerges from his parted lips to lazily swipe his lower lip, the lower lip I want to nip and suck. My body is afire with fevered need. Every part of me needs to feel every inch of him, skin to skin, mouth to mouth, and limbs wrapped tight.