Forbidden Forever (17 page)

Fuck me now! Please! I
let out a little breath when I see him. A smile stretches across his
face like when he sees me as it always does. This warms my soul every
time.

"You look
remarkable, Sapphire." He smiles at me.

He has a box in his
hands, one of those beautiful light blue boxes with a white bow tied
around it. I roll my eyes, remembering when I told him how one day I
wanted to go there and just shop. Now I have a key ring and whatever
I am going to see when I open this box.

"Chance, you don't
have to buy me things. I love you without the gifts," I express
to him.

"I know, Sapphire.
I don't buy them for you. I buy them so I can see you open them,"
he says with a wicked grin.

I think my goofiness
turns him on. I grab the box and undo the bow, remove the lid, and
there in the box is a silver bracelet with the most beautiful tiara
charm.

"This is so you
will always know you are my princess and every day you allow me to be
your prince, I will treat you like one," he murmurs.

I swing my arms around
him and pull him close to me. "Thank you, it's beautiful. I love
you," I say as I release him and hold out my arm so he can put
the bracelet on my wrist.

He brushes his finger
over my wrist before letting me go. "I love you, too," he
expresses.

The same sweet old man
picks us up at the hotel and takes us to Escorpion. The building
features a huge colorful metal scorpion on the side. Inside, the
chairs have cow print backing and the walls have old rustic wood
board in different shades. If I lived here and food is good I could
easily see it as one of my favorite places to go to. We get a seat in
a booth toward the back of the room. I order water so I can hydrate
myself for later tonight. I always drink when I go to concerts and
sometimes I get a little out of hand. I order the Flautas and Chance
orders the grilled Baja fish tacos.

As we wait, the live DJ
plays music and people get up and dance. Chance stands up and holds
his hand out for me to dance with him. I take his hand and we start
swaying to the music. Feeling his hands on me in this sexual but
totally not sex related way is so fucking hot. I can imagine his
hands under my clothes and his lips on my neck driving me fucking
crazy. I swear there is something about him that sends my body into
horny mode with one thought. I like it though. I smile to myself and
press my body into his and his knee slides just slightly between my
legs and we move into the rhythm of the music.

"I am so fucking
hard right now," he whispers in my ear.

"I'm so fucking wet
right now," I whisper back.

We both look into each
other's eyes, and I pull his head to me so I can taste his lips.
Remembering we are in a restaurant, I pull back and lead him back to
the table.

"I think we are
safer across from each other in this booth for the time being,"
I jokingly tell him.

He rolls his eyes at me
and it takes all I have not to pounce on him. Is there anything this
man does that doesn't turn me on? Our food arrives and it is
carefully placed on the plate and I know it is Mexican food, but it
looks so elegant. The food is amazing and it's not so fancy that it's
inedible. We finish our meal and get back in the SUV to go to the Fox
theatre. When we pull up, the building reminds me of something that
you see in the movies from around the 1950's. The sign is lit up with
the words FOX and the marquee is lit up showing Hunter Hudson in big
letters. I can feel the excitement rushing through my body.

Chance grabs my hand and
we step out of the SUV. We go up to the box office and Chance shows
his ID to the attendant and he is handed an envelope that has our
tickets and a lanyard with backstage passes. I am so excited I want
to jump up and down until all my energy runs out. They let us in
early and usher us backstage to meet the one and only Hunter Hudson.
I feel like someone just told me I won the lottery. Butterflies
aren't having a party this time; they are throwing a full-blown rave
in my stomach. Hunter has his own dressing room and his name is in
big shiny letters on the door. A bodyguard is outside the door with a
clipboard that I assume are the list of names who can bother Hunter.
Chance, with all his confidence, walks over to him and says, "Chance
Turner and Laney Collins." The extremely big man looks down at
the clipboard and knocks on the door.

Hunter must have said
something because the man opens the door and waves us in. Holy Fuck,
I am going to pass out before I even get through the door. Breathe,
Laney. Breathe! I take a deep breath and let it out just before we
come face to face with Hunter. I pause, star struck. He holds out his
hand to me.

"Hi, I am Hunter.
You must be Laney. So nice to meet you," he says.

"Hi, I'm Laney. A
huge fan and it is so nice to meet you," I utter back. Yep, I'm
a big freak. How lame did I just sound? That's right, pretty damn
lame.

His room is filled with
all kinds of candy, flowers, and cards from the fans I guess. I
wonder if he actually looks at any of it. Chance starts a
conversation with him about how his life iis now and how he likes all
the attention. Hunter seems really down to earth and not into all the
extravagant things that being a country singer can lead to. He signs
a photo of himself for me and then it is time for him to hit the
stage. We get some beer and some sugar coated almonds and go to our
seats. Wow! Front row seats! Hunter comes out on stage and starts his
song. One of my favorites, "Perfect enough for me." I sing
with him word for word and Chance pulls me in front of him as I
dance. I love the way he holds me like this. Something about it makes
me feel wanted and safe.

After a couple songs,
Chance gets us more beer. I don't know how he pulled it off but he
was back quicker than I thought he would be. I look at him puzzled.
He grins like he knows something I don't.

"How did you get
that so fast? Surely, there is a line," I ask.

He is all smiles again
and says, "I hired someone to have beer on standby so I just
have to walk right over there and get it." He points to a stand
near the side wall and gives me a wicked grin.

"Good thinking. I
could drink all night and you would miss the show," I joke.

"Callie told me you
liked to drink at concerts because it was the only time you let your
guard down. So here's to no more walls." He holds up his beer
for a toast.

"Here's to no more
walls ever again," I add and clink my bottle to his.

My curls have nearly
fallen out and its only halfway through the concert. During Hunter's
song "Out late" I start moving my hips and grinding into
Chance. His hand lightly stokes the lower part of my back and his
lips are kissing the nape of my neck. It is like having sex without
being naked.

"You look so hot in
this light and I wish I was fucking you on stage right now." He
tries to whisper, but he basically yells it over the music.

"In front of
thousands of people!" I yell back.

The shade of his eyes
deepen into more of a midnight blue and the
sexy as hell
turns
into
fuck me until I'm sore
grin is on his face as he replies
back to me.

"I'll fuck you
however I can get you, and if we did it on the stage, the crowd would
be screaming my name right along with you."

"Yeah, so I just
had my first conversation orgasm." I blush as I confess the most
embarrassing moment ever.

He grabs me and pulls me
close and then picks me up and throws me over his shoulders. I scream
for him to put me down but he just starts walking. We reach the
backstage entrance that we have passes to and he sets me on my feet
and grabs my hand tightly as he ushers me to Hunter's dressing room.

"What are you
doing? We are going to get in trouble," I yell, but start
laughing halfway through.

"It's my turn,"
he says as he shuts the door behind him and locks it.

I know he is serious and
I start undoing my pants and slide them to my ankles since I am
wearing boots. I bend over, holding onto the soft dark red chair in
the room. Chance slides his finger up and down my sex just before he
pushes himself into me, moving fast and slamming into me at just the
right pace. He reaches around and grabs hold of my breast that is
covered by my sequined tank top. He grabs my hip as leverage as he
eases his length deeper inside me. He reaches the juicy spot and I
cum for him.

"Fuck, you feel so
good," he whispers just before he starts shaking and releasing
himself.

"That was hot!"
I breathlessly say.

"You're damn right,
Sapphire. You hear that crowd out there screaming my name?"

I can't help but smile
at his boyish humor. We make ourselves look presentable again and go
to finish watching the rest of the concert. Chance buys me almost
everything they have in the merchandise section after the concert and
gets Callie and Kaleb shirts, hats, and CD's. He is a crazy,
thoughtful, and amazing man. When we get back to the hotel and climb
into bed looking out in the city sky, I lean over and tell him thank
you.

"Thank you for
showing me more than I ever thought was real," I whisper.

He pulls me to him and
kisses my forehead. "Thank you for sending me the map to find
you," he utters back to me.

I smile, knowing exactly
what that means because he sees me as his treasure finally found
after years of searching. I drift off to sleep. I wake up to the
second most wonderful intoxicating smell in the world. Starbuck's
coffee. Oh yes, this man knows how to please his woman. I open my
eyes and see him sitting on the couch, butt ass naked, reading the
newspaper and drinking coffee. I sit up in the bed and watch him for
a few minutes before he catches me staring.

"See something you
like?" he asks, our playful new couple slogan.

I giggle and say, "Oh
yes, Starbucks!"

He rolls his eyes and
laughs at my joke. He stands up and brings me a newspaper and my
Starbucks vanilla double shot latte—with whip cream, of course.

"Drink up,
Sapphire. We have a lot planned today." I realize that my makeup
has worn off and I hit panic mode. I stop relaxing and run to the
bathroom and touch up my face.

Chance yells, "Are
you okay?"

"I'm fine," I
assure, hoping not to alarm him. The last thing I need is for him to
see me looking like this with sleep matted up in my eyes and my hair
knotted together. While I am still pulling myself together, Chance
talks about our day.

"Stone Mountain is
full of cool things to do and you haven't truly seen it until you
climb it," he explains.

"Climb!" I
mumble.

"Trust me. You will
enjoy it," he assures me.

I put on my excited but
completely unsure face. So it is a hair in pony, Fancy Mafia T-shirt,
denim shorts and tennis shoes kind of day. Good thing he gave me a
clue on what to pack. The SUV is waiting for us when we walk out the
lobby doors, with the same little old man holding open the back door.

I notice that his badge
says
Frank
so I greet him. "Good morning, Frank."

"Good morning,
ma'am," he returns the greeting.

Chance nods and then
smiles back at me. The drive to the mountain is crazy due to traffic.
Man, I would not want to live in this every day. Good thing we have a
driver to get us to and from places. The mountain disappears by trees
as we get closer, but the minute we pull up on it I can see how
magnificent it is. It is like literally a big stone mountain. The
mountain has a carving of three Confederate heroes of the Civil War
stretching across three acres of land. It is amazing to see the work
of an artist and in such massive form. We start at the Antebellum
Plantation house and the driver lets us out so we can spend the rest
of the day enjoying the park. The Plantation house is strikingly
beautiful. I have always had a passion for the old South and this
brings me so close to see how they lived.

The farmyard has animals
to pet and I can smell the cooking at the cookhouse. As we are
walking to the house, two ladies donned in southern belle dresses
appear. They each have lace umbrellas that they are using to shade
their faces. They look absolutely beautiful.

"I sometimes wish
we still dressed like that," I tell Chance.