“I should have known when he told me he already had tickets to your show that he’d pull something like this. I’m Harper, it is so nice to meet you. I’m a huge fan of yours.”
“Thank you so much! I love getting to meet fans. Are y’all from here, or just visiting?” she asks.
“We’re from Sweet Valley, Tennessee. Just here as part of my birthday week celebration. He won’t tell me everything he’s got planned,” Harper tells her. “This is actually our first full day here, we arrived yesterday, and while walking around the park saw your busses and trailers, which made it so he had to tell me early that we were at least coming to the concert.”
“Sorry to ruin it for you.” She grimaces.
“I was going to tell her that part last night anyways.” I wave her off.
They chat about all kinds of things over the next half hour, and I love just how at ease Reese made Harper feel. I’ve heard good things about her, and this sealed the deal. While Reese and Harper talked, I struck up a conversation with Reese’s husband, Austin, who happens to be an NHL player. I asked him some questions about his career, without exposing the fact that I’m hopefully in the process of bringing a new team to the league soon. The news of our potential new team hasn’t hit the media yet, so I keep that information to myself.
“It was so nice to meet you both, but I’ve got to get backstage for our last-minute rituals. I hope you enjoy the show!” Reese says before they leave the room.
Once they’re gone, Harper turns to me, the look on her face tells me I’m getting so lucky tonight. “I can’t believe you!” she says, launching herself at me.
“Only the best for you,” I remind her before we are escorted out to our seats.
* * *
New York Citywas great and all, but the blue waters of the Caribbean, that I’m currently staring out over, are where this vacation is really at. After the concert, we flew out the next morning, down to a private island resort off of Turks and Caicos. We’ve been here for a day and a half already, spending our time soaking in the sun between dips in the crystal blue water.
“Tomorrow’s your big day, what do you want to do?” I ask from my beach chair that is right next to Harper’s.
"You mean, you don’t have everything planned out down to the last minute?” she asks, looking at me over the top of her sunglasses.
“Nope, I got you here and that’s all I needed.” I smirk.
“I’m not super picky. Maybe some breakfast in bed, a massage, and then some time on the beach, followed by a nice dinner.”
“That I can do,” I tell her. I might have told a white lie when I said I don’t have anything planned, but that will come at the end of the day tomorrow.
* * *
“Good morning, beautiful.”I kiss Harper awake; I have her breakfast ready on a tray, but before we get to that, I need my own breakfast to start the day.
“Morning,” she says on a yawn, stretching her beautiful and naked body, arching it off the bed. I take advantage of the movement and capture one of her pert nipples with my mouth. “Nathan,” she moans my name. I slide a hand down her belly and over her mound. I find her slit already wet for me, easily allowing for my fingers to slide inside her wet heat.
“Yes!” she cries as I bring her to the brink, backing off before she can crest over. I scoot down, wanting her to come on my tongue. I flick her clit, pulling more moans from her as I slide two fingers back inside her channel.
“Come, baby,” I say against her clit before sucking it back into my mouth. I don’t relent this time, taking her over the edge. Her clit pulsing against my tongue as her legs clasp tightly around my head until she goes limp. Not a bad way to wake up on your birthday, if I do say so myself.
I leave her to bask in the glow of her orgasm, stepping into the bathroom to clean up quick before I carry the breakfast tray into the bedroom. “Sit up, babe, I’ve got breakfast here for you.”
She stretches again, sliding up the bed and smiling at me, still in an orgasm-drunk state. I’ll gladly keep her like that all day, if she’ll let me.
“Wow, did you order everything on the menu?” She chuckles as she takes in everything.
“I wasn’t positive what you’d want, so basically.” She selects the strawberry crepes and some bacon. I take the rest away, giving her space to eat. I take the plate filled with a stack of pancakes and sausage links. “Happy birthday, babe. Everything you asked for yesterday is happening today. We can go at any time for massages. I’ve got them on standby.”
“Of course, you do.” She smirks. “Maybe after breakfast and a quick rinse off shower, we can go.”
“How about after breakfast, I make love to you, then we shower and then we can go?” I offer.
“I can probably be convinced of that option.” She smiles at me, and I lean in for a quick kiss.
“Love you,” I whisper against her lips before I pull back.
With breakfast cleaned up, I make good on my promise before I lead Harper to the shower, where I take her again. I can’t get enough of her, and thankfully, that feeling is mutual.