“You did so well, baby,” Harvest complimented when I was finished.
“Thank you, mama.” I stood and kissed her. “Have you ever had your pussy eaten on top of a piano?” I asked as my hand glided up her thigh.
“No.” She dropped her head back and moaned when I lightly grazed her pussy.
“Look at me.” She looked at me, and the lust that filled her eyes made my dick hard. “There’s always a first time for everything.” I smirked, then reached for the waistband of her shorts.
Once I had her naked from the waist down, I sat back on the bench and feasted on my wife’s delicious ass pussy. When she came on my tongue, I carried her to the bedroom and made love to her until she tapped out.
Beingthe wife of a record label owner had its perks. I got to dine in private rooms with my friends or parents and didn’t have to pay extra to do it. It also helped that my modeling career had taken off way more than it did before Boston. Companies and designers were constantly reaching out for me to model their clothes or post their new products on my social media pages.
I’d gotten first dibs on plenty of products. I also became a brand ambassador for multiple companies. I never would have imagined that my life would be the way it had been for the last six months, but I didn’t have a single complaint.
Of course, there were the downsides to the new fame: women who claimed they slept with Boston. We even had someone claim their child was his, and that was false. No matter whatanyone said about Boston, I knew my husband, and I didn’t have a single worry.
Boston and I were always together when we weren’t working. Even when we were working, if it were possible, we still were together. There were plenty of days that I filmed content right in Boston’s office while he was in a meeting. We still had our separate time apart to spend time with our families and friends, but a lot of times, everyone would be together. Our people meshed so well, and it was nothing for any of them to drop by. I moved in with Boston after he proposed at the concert, and I absolutely loved his house. He gave me free reign to redecorate anything I wanted. I turned one of the bedrooms into a content room.
I couldn’t ask for a better life than the one I lived. I was surprised when Boston asked me to marry him again in front of all those people at the concert and online. The video went viral, and most people were happy for us, but there were some who thought he had cheated with me the whole time he was with Ivy, but we both knew that wasn’t the case.
It was our official wedding day, and I was excited since the first wedding was a little hazy. I giggled out loud just thinking about the fact that I woke up married.
“What are you laughing about?” Lavender asked as she walked over toward me.
“Just this whole thing with Boston. It still seems surreal to me.”
I heard a camera click and briefly smiled at America. She was the hired photographer for the day. One of her employees had been in Boston’s room taking pictures of him and his groomsmen. I wanted the entire day to be documented, and I wanted America and her team to be the ones to do it.
“I know. It’s crazy, but it was meant to be. The two of you are so happy and good for each other. I’m glad you stuck thisthing through.” She fixed a strand of hair that had fallen from my updo.
We were in one of the rooms in Boston’s and my house. Even though the world wanted to see our wedding, we decided to make it intimate. Family, friends, and a few people from his label, and a couple of big names would be there, but not too many.
I wasn’t sure how, but Dove, the wedding planner Boston hired, and her team had turned the golf course in the back into a Vegas themed wedding. It was classy, but still true to the way we met.
“I’m glad I did too. Some days I feel like I’m living in a fairy tale.” I had to look up at the ceiling because my eyes had watered.
“Harvest, don’t cry and mess up your makeup,” Lavender said as she blotted my eyes with a tissue.
My other friends were here, but this moment was just between Lavender and me since she was my best friend and maid of honor.
“I’m good. I promise.”
“Good. I heard that Cyrus was here, and I’m trying to accidentally on purpose run into him.”
Cyrus was a video game developer, and Lavender had a crush on him since he did a feature in a magazine years ago.
“Good luck.” I smirked.
My best friend was beautiful and such a sweet person. She deserved love, and I prayed that she got it.
A few minutes later, Dove came in and told us it was time. Lavender and I said a quick prayer before she hugged me.
When she left the room, my father entered.
“You look so beautiful. You’ve always been my shining star, but since you’ve been with Boston, you shine even brighter. The two of you are perfect for each other.” He kissed my cheek, thengrabbed my hand. “And don’t mess this up, because I need to maintain access to the golf course.” He chuckled.
“I’m sure no matter what happens, Boston would always let you come over. But he’s not leaving, and neither am I.”
My father and I left the room and went downstairs to go outside. There wasn’t a cloud in sight, and the temperature was perfect. Boston had air-conditioned tents set up, though, for the reception.
