Page 30 of Harrison's Wedding

“Is that a promise?” I ask huskily.

“Absolutely. If I don’t have some kind of carpet burn by tomorrow evening, I’ll be sorely disappointed.”

My cock is now completely erect and tenting the bedsheets above me.

“Fuck, Heather, do you know what you’re doing to me?” I groan.

I know that she knows what she’s doing to me. She’s a fucking expert at it. Heather knows me better than anyone in the world, and she knows just how to turn me on. When I was on theHeart Wide Opentour, we had phone sex regularly to get through the long separations.

Sure enough, she sounds proud of herself when she tells me, “You bet your sexy ass, I do. If I’m right, you should be stroking a pretty impressive erection right now. Am I right, Harrison?”

I place my hand around my cock and begin stroking myself as I respond. “You’re right, angel. I can’t wait until it’s your hand stroking me instead of mine. I want you on your knees in front of me so I can fuck your face before I fuck your pussy.”

I also know exactly what gets Heather worked up, and I know the scene I’m describing will have her fingers deep in her pussy. I can hear her ragged breathing as she plays with herself, and soon she starts moaning my name, which sounds glorious in her ecstasy.

“Come for me, sexy. I want to hear your orgasm,” I instruct her.

Her moans of pleasure increase, and I stroke myself faster, trying to reach orgasm when she does. Using the soundtrack of her ecstasy to get myself closer, I picture her lying in a hotel bed in New York and fingering herself. When she comes, moaning my name way too loudly for a hotel room, it causes me to explode as my orgasm crashes over me, and I moan her name too.

“I love you, Harrison,” she says in a breathy voice.

“I love you too,” I tell her as I stand up from the bed. “Hang on. I’m just cleaning up.”

I quickly head to the bathroom and clean my cock before washing my hands and coming back to the bed to pick up the phone.

“Okay, I’m back.”

“God, I love you, Mr. Neat Freak!” she laughs.

“I love you, too, Future Mrs. Neat Freak.” I smile, because I love that she’s going to be my wife. “So, I meant to ask before someone so rudely interrupted me, how did the meeting go this morning?”

“It went brilliantly,” she says, sounding proud. “Damien’s mix is absolutely perfect, and you know Russell is a genius. I don’t want to jinx it, but I think the show might actually end up being amazing.”

“I don’t think it will. I know it will,” I assure her. “What time are your callbacks today?”

“One o’clock.”

“What time is your flight tomorrow morning?”

She decided to fly back tomorrow morning instead of tonight, just in case they hadn’t finished the callbacks in time for her flight.

“Eleven. I wish I was coming home tonight, though.”

“Me too, angel. I’ll be waiting for you.”

We don’t bother trying to meet each other at airports anymore. From about a year or so ago, it became a logistical nightmare between the paparazzi and the fans. I think I’ll organize a romantic dinner at home tomorrow, maybe get arancini from Giovanni’s since it’s her favorite, and she didn’t get to go last night.

I’m lost in planning all the things I’m going to do when she gets back to Chicago when Heather says, “I’m going to go now, honey, I need to order some lunch and eat it before I go back down for the callbacks.”

“Okay, love you.”

I hang up the phone and smile to myself. Tomorrow, I get Heather back home, and I’ll make it special, because I’m the luckiest man in the world to have her.

6

Raise a Glass

“Please welcome the happy couple. Harrison Fletcher and Heather York, everybody,” the DJ that’s MCing our engagement party announces.

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