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I don’t need any more encouragement. This is my chance and I’m grabbing it with both hands. Harper is not getting rid of me.
I jump on the stage. I snatch the microphone from her and drop it on the floor.
“Were you pranking me?”
“It depends. Did you fall for it?”
“My heart broke into a million pieces as I listened to you sing.”
She pats my chest and I dare to wrap my arms around her. When she doesn’t protest, I draw her closer.
“I’m sorry about your heart, but I think I won the prank war for you.”
“I don’t give a shit about the prank war. Although I am very proud of you for letting loose and letting your goofy show.”
She bites her bottom lip and looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “You’re my goofy.”
My heart makes a gallant effort to beat its way out of my chest. “I am?”
“If you want to be.”
“Slugger, I want to be your everything.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about the ramp?”
“I wanted to surprise you. I wanted to give you something you and your dad need. It wasn’t about showing off.”
She palms my face and I close my eyes as peace washes over me. I never thought I’d feel her skin against mine again. “Thank you,” she whispers before her lips meet mine.
I moan before slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her taste of beer and vanilla hits me. Home. This is home. This is where I belong. In Harper’s arms.
“Get a room!” Miles shouts, and I wrench my lips from Harper's.
The entire bar is full of people watching us. Dakota and Blossom clap and whoop while Rhett and Jaxon nod in approval. Meanwhile, Miles is on his way to the bar already.
“I love you, Harper Poole. I am never letting you go.”
She needs to know what she signed up for when she took this stage and accepted me.
“I love you, Kai Raider. I am never letting you go, either. Although, I did buy you a power bank for your phone.”
I bark out a laugh. “Of course, you did.”
“Dad says hi. He also says I have a temper and you need to tame it.”
My blood heats. “Tame it? No one can tame my slugger.” But I’m going to do my best.
She wiggles and my cock – hard and heavy – presses against her. “Let’s go handle your little problem.”
“Why, Harper Poole? Are you suggesting a secret rendezvous in the storage room?”
She snorts. “No way. I have an office. It has a couch. And it locks with a key.”
“Let’s go.” I lead her to the edge of the stage and jump off. Once I’m on the ground, I grasp her hips and help her down. She wraps her legs around my waist. “Good girl,” I mutter as I begin to carry her to the back.
A baby cries in the background and Harper pauses. “Rhett and Dakota brought Mira?”
My brow wrinkles. “No. They didn’t.”
