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By the time they take a step back, our hair has been styled within an inch of its life and our makeup has been applied to perfection.

I have to admit, I look incredible. It’s just a real shame that I feel like a warmed-up bag of shit. And from the look in Lori’s eyes, I’m pretty sure she still does, too.

“Okay,” Marissa announces happily, clapping her hands together as if she’s applauding herself for overcoming such a huge feat. “I think we are done here. You both look…” She makes a show of kissing her fingers. “Your groom isn’t going to know what’s hit him,” she explains. “And I’m pretty sure the groomsmen are going to be just as enthralled with you,” Marissa says, turning to look at Lori.

I can’t help but laugh at the way her lip curls in disgust at the thought of either of Kingston’s brothers, or mine, hitting on her.

“I think I can live without that,” she mutters before turning toward the bedroom where our dresses are waiting.

After thanking Marissa and her team, I see them out and quickly follow Lori.

I find her standing before my wedding dress, and a massive lump crawls up my throat at the thought of pulling it on.

Holy shit.

I’m getting married today.

54

KINGSTON

My cell buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it, fully aware of who it is as I tighten my tie and take a step back, looking myself up and down.

Forcing thoughts—guilt—over not having my mom here today, I focus on the task at hand.

I’m getting fucking married today.

To Tatum Warner.

I shake my head, a soft smile playing on my lips.

Not in a million years could I have predicted this, but standing here knowing that in less than thirty minutes I’ll be sliding another ring onto her finger and making her mine, I can’t help but feel that everything is falling into place.

I’d thought I’d be panicking, mourning the loss of my previous life. But I’m not. Not once have I missed it.

Watching Kieran, and then Kian flirting with random women last night, all I could think about was how much more fulfilling it would be to throw Tatum onto the bed and fuck her senseless instead of some nameless, faceless woman who only wants to fuck us to boost her social status and follower count.

Those…transactions are empty.

Sure, there’s pleasure, but I can admit to myself that it’s nowhere near as earth-shattering as sinking inside Tatum.

Fuck, her pussy is spectacular. Hell, so is her mouth, her hands, her everything.

My cock stirs in my slacks. Fuck, I need to slide into her tight heat almost more than I need to drag in my next breath.

She’s holding out to punish me. I get it. But fuck…it’s working.

I lift my hand to comb my fingers through my hair but stop just before I make contact.

Fuck, I’m antsy. I need to do something. Order someone around, shout at someone, fuck my girl.

As if someone hears my thoughts, there’s a knock on my suite door before the lock disengages and deep male voices fill the air.

“Do you reckon he did a runner in the middle of the night? Too much of a pussy for the ball and chain?” Kieran jokes.

“Nah, he’s already too pussy-whipped for that. I bet the motherfucker snuck into her suite last night to remind her why marrying him is such a good idea. Ow. The fuck, man?”

“Stop talking about KC fucking my sister,” Miles complains.