51. Chapter 51
Jake
The Ascend Amphitheater is a hive of activity when we arrive. There are people everywhere, beer bottles in hand, swaying to the music blasting from the speakers.
My cowboy hat is pulled down low as we make our way into the VIP area. There’s less chance of being noticed here, and it’s a lot less crowded, which will make Lottie far more comfortable.
Speaking of Lottie, she’s a vision in her cowboy boots, denim Levi shorts, white tank top that hugs those perky breasts perfectly, and a cowboy hat perched on her head.
Blonde loose waves frame her face, and I can’t stop staring—it’s like I’ve been hypnotized.
I’m in a trance and have to shake myself out of it.
Once we’ve found our space, we clink our beer bottles together and just take in the atmosphere.
It’s hotter than the sun here, and I can feel the sweat already starting to trickle down my back.
Lottie takes her hat off to fan her face, but it’s no good.
We’re about to roast to death in this sweatbox.
Looking around at the crowds forming, Lottie turns to me, “Wow, it sure is getting busy, isn’t it?”
“That’s why we’re VIP, baby, I know how you feel about crowds. But I also know how desperately you want to see Riley in action.” Kissing her temple, I wrap my arm around her shoulder and bring her closer, inhaling her peachy scent.
We spent the morning cuddled up in bed, enjoying room service again for breakfast before we went to look for something to wear tonight.
Lottie was determined to fit in as a cowgirl, and who was I to say no?
Those tight jean shorts sit high on her thighs, hugging that tight pussy.
Fuck, I need to stop thinking about Lottie’s pussy before I get myself in trouble.
Luckily, I’m saved from my wandering thoughts by one of the opening acts. A guy comes to the mic and introduces himself as Jaxon James before taking a seat on the stool in front of the mic.
“I hope you’re all ready for an amazing show. If it’s ok with you, we’re going to hang for a bit while we wait for my guy, Riley, to come out and perform for y’all.”
The crowd cheers and I can tell it’s mostly female. I’m not ashamed to admit this guy is a handsome dude, even Lottie has stars in her eyes.
I wrap my arms tighter around her, reminding her I’m still here. She reaches up and shouts to me, “Don’t worry, superstar, you’re still the only one I want.” A smile creeps up her face and her cheeks pinken.
God, she’s so damn adorable.
“This next song is about the one who got away. If you have someone in your heart, fight to keep them there. Don’t regret it like I do.” The strumming of his guitar starts, and I feel Lottie’s head fall back onto my shoulder.
Swaying back and forth, I promise her, “I’ll never let you go, Lottie. Never. People like you and me? We’re forever.”
Her eyes are closed, but there’s a smile blooming on her face at my words. Even though she doesn’t say it back, I feel her love for me radiating through her body, and I’ll wait a lifetime to have her say it to me.
The sun has gone down and it’s time for the main event. Lottie is keyed up waiting for Riley to come on and is slightly tipsy, but she’s having the time of her life and that’s all that matters.
She’s also come without her crutches; she was determined not to use them, and so far, she’s doing great, but she’s probably going to be paying for it tomorrow. Fuck, I’ll carry her around if I have to.
The stage lights dim, and the crowd goes wild. Lottie’s screaming like a fangirl possessed, and it’s always amazing to see the lighter, more carefree side of her that doesn’t come out as often as it should.
It’s a side only I ever get to see, and it’s an honor and a privilege to witness.
Riley’s set is amazing: we dance, sing, and kiss our way through some of his biggest hits. When he starts singing “Worst Way,” we slow dance just like we did in her kitchen.
“And now, I’d like to introduce a couple of friends of mine to join me on stage to sing with me tonight,” Riley says in that southern drawl that seems to make women swoon. Personally, I don’t see the appeal.
“Please welcome my first guest…Ella Langley.” The crowd goes wild as she walks out in a short black dress and cowboy boots, taking a seat next to him.
They sing “Don’t Mind If You Do,” and then my personal favorite, “You Look Like You Love Me.” Lottie’s arms are around my neck as we dance and sing, my hands drifting down her sides to her perfect ass while she serenades me.
Our dancing takes a turn as her hands move from my neck, grazing over my pecs as she grinds up against me. We now resemble two extras from Dirty Dancing, and I love every minute of feeling her delectable little body press up against me.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait to get you back to the hotel. I need to taste you again,” I say just before I take her mouth, swallowing her moan.
Her nails scratch down my skin in the most incredible pain-pleasure, and I’m now desperate to free my aching cock from the tight confines of my pants. I need to feel her mouth wrapped around me like I did on my birthday, her wet tongue lapping at my tip. I’m hard as stone and ready to combust.
It seems my girl is too, because as soon as the concert is over, she’s dragging me to our car in a race to get back to the hotel room.