“I do. And from what I remember, very well, if the way you blew your load down my throat, like a fucking hose bursting, is any indicator.”
“Cocky much?” He rolls his eyes.
“I’m cocky, with a big cocky.” I wink.
“God, now who’s corny?” He laughs.
“Still you.” I grin.
We continue down the road. The closer we get, the more cars we see, the sound of music playing in the distance.
“Bennett...” Easton leans forward, looking around as he rolls down his window. “What’s going on?”
I can’t help but smile, unable to hide my excitement. We get to a massive parking lot. I roll my window down and show the parking attendant the information on my phone. He scans it and lets us in.
When I find a place to park, I turn to Easton.
Reaching over, I open the glove compartment and pull out two tickets, handing one to Easton.
He takes it with a furrowed brow, but I see the moment he reads the words.
“You fucking with me?” His eyes snap up to mine, lips parting in shock.
“Call it an early Christmas gift.”
“Bennett. You’re fucking joking, right?”
“No. I’m not.”
“Babe, these tickets are fucking expensive.”
“Shut up about the money. If I want to spoil my man, I’m going to. Plus, I know how much you’ve wanted to go to this.”
“Well, yeah, since we were kids. But like I said, the tickets are insane. I’d never be able to afford it.” His eyes scan the list of artists. “Holy fuck, there’s like ten people here I want to see!”
“I know.” I laugh.
He looks from me to the ticket, then back up to me. He launches himself at me, taking me by surprise and crashing his lips against mine. “I fucking love you, you know that?”
“I love you, too,” I moan, kissing him back.
“You can do whatever you want to my ass tonight. Fucking hell, I can’t believe this is happening!”
I chuckle against his lips. “Well, this thing is going all night, so hope you’re ready for a hell of a day at practice tomorrow.”
“Practice?” he says. “Nah, I think I feel a violent stomach bug coming on.”
“Hopefully it doesn’t start until after I have my way with you.”
“Don’t worry. It will.” He grins.
It’s a bit of a walk to the fairgrounds, but the look on Easton’s face when he takes it all in is worth it.
Every year, there's a music festival called Blue Ridge Mania. It’s where a bunch of bands get together and play all night. From ten at night until ten in the morning.
It’s an eighteen-plus show, but my dad, Chase, used to bring us up here and we’d park, just to listen to a few bands play from a distance.
We used to talk about how we’d go there for our eighteenth birthday all the time.
