“What!” she yells, turning in my arms to face me. “We’re going?” she asks, bouncing like she did earlier.
“Yeah, we’re going,” I confirm. She flings her arms around my neck and jumps into my arms.
“You’re the best,” she says between planting kisses all over my face.
“Only the best for you, my love,” I tell her before I kiss her long and hard. My cock springs to life in my shorts, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in her wet heat. I do just that, taking her to bed and stripping her naked and ravishing her well into the night.
* * *
I whistleat the vision standing in front of me. Harper is gorgeous even when she’s got a messy bun on the top of her head and flour-covered clothes on her body, but Harper straight out of the spa, where she’s been pampered all day, is a fucking knock out. She let them cut a few inches of her hair off and add in some highlights. The makeup they applied looks so good and brings out her natural beauty. Don’t get me started on the outfit they picked for her. The neckline of the top has me drooling over the swells of her breasts that poke out, yet wanting to cover them so no other men can ogle them. Good thing I know she’s going home with me at the end of the night.
Her top stops an inch or so above the jeans she has on, that hug her curves like a glove. The lyrics of Sam Hunt’sBody Like a Backroadspring to mind. I definitely know her body like a backroad. That sliver of exposed skin just above the waistband of her jeans is going to drive me crazy all night, I just know.
“Cat got your tongue?” Harper asks, spinning in front of me.
“Yes,” I finally state. “You are a fucking knockout,” I say, pulling her in for a quick kiss.
“I might have to just lock you up in the hotel room tonight. All eyes are going to be on you once we step out of here, and I’m a jealous man,” I admit.
“There’s my caveman,” she muses, sliding her hands up my chest, adjusting the collar of my shirt. “Where are you taking me first?”
“Dinner, we’ve got reservations in about thirty minutes,” I tell her, looking down at my watch to confirm what time it is.
“Shall we go, then? I assume it will take a little bit to get wherever we’re going, with traffic or walking time.”
“Yeah, we probably should,” I agree. “Do you need anything before we go?”
“I’m good. I’ve got my cell, ID, and a credit card, if needed, in my wristlet,” she says, holding it up for me to see.
“All right, let’s go,” I suggest and we head out. The steakhouse I booked us at is only a few blocks away, but with NYC traffic, that can be a little misleading, at times. The weather is nice, so we decide to just walk over, seeing as we’ve got the time.
“What time does the concert start?” Harper asks once we’re seated at the restaurant.
“Opening act hits the stage at eight, Reese won’t start until around nine thirty, so we’ve got time, babe,” I tell her.
“I’m just so excited. It’s been so long since I’ve gone to a concert, and I hear that Reese puts on the best ones.”
“I’m sure you’ll have a blast,” I tell her. We’ve finished our meal and head out toward the venue. The one little thing that I’ve still not told her, is that not only are we going to the concert, but we’ve got a private meet and greet to get to before the show starts. Not only does she get to see her favorite singer sing her heart out, but she also gets to meet and talk to her one-on-one for a half hour.
“Come this way, I want to show you something,” I say once we’re out of the restaurant and headed toward the park. We go to the backside, where we first saw the semi-trucks and busses parked yesterday. I flash a pass I had hidden in my pocket to the security guard operating the gate and he opens it, letting us pass.
“Head that way, until you reach the metal detectors, they’ll direct you on from there,” he states, and we do just that.
“What is going on?” Harper asks, and I can tell she’s a little bit nervous.
“Just another surprise I have planned. We have special seats and they come with a private entrance,” I tell her, fibbing just slightly.
“Why don’t I completely believe you?” she says, looking at me like she’ll figure out what’s about to happen by just looking at me. I’m a vault, and not giving away anything that I haven’t already told her about.
I show our tickets and backstage passes to the next security guard. They allow us to pass through the metal detectors, and direct us where we need to go. We enter the back of the building and are shown to a smaller room that has a couch, a couple stools, and a small table in the corner with some refreshments laid out on it.
Before I can say anything, the door opens and in walks Reese and a man. He doesn’t look like a bodyguard, so maybe one of her bandmates?
“Oh my god,” Harper says, just above a whisper. “You’re Reese,” she says, covering her mouth in complete shock.
“That I am,” Reese states, “and you must be Harper. It is so nice to meet you. I take it you didn’t know you’d be meeting me today?” she asks, a sweet smile on her face.
“Don’t worry, just about everyone has the same reaction to my wife,” the guy pipes up, pulling Harper’s attention to him for a second. The few seconds must snap her out of her shock, as she turns back to Reese with a huge smile on her face.