Morgan blushes slightly when he realizes he's still got his arm around her middle. He pulls away then laughs uneasily. "Sorry."

"It's all good." Lottie responds, adjusting her shirt. They stands in an awkward silence for a little bit. "So, how's the new music comin'? Heard you got a double album in the works."

"Yes ma'am." He nods. "Hardy and I've been workin' our asses off on it." He runs his fingers through his hair. "What about you?"

"Just recorded one this week and me and Ri have been workin' on my next album."

The song playing in the background changes to a George Strait song; Carrying Your Love With Me.

If Lottie's being honest, she's not really the biggest fan of George like she is Alan Jackson but she'll still listen to him.

She can't stop herself from swaying. Morgan smiles into his beer can. "You wanna dance?"

"Uh..." She rolls her lips into her mouth. "No, sorry."

His smile drops. "Oh. I just thought-"

Her blue eyes light up when they land on her boyfriend passing by. "There you are!" She shouts over him, grabbing Riley by the shirt sleeve.

"I've been lookin' for you." He smiles back, leaning over to kiss her. Morgan feels himself get angry then his heart aching. "You wanna dance?"

"Yeah." Riley gives Morgan a look as they head to another spot in the house. He's finally able to give him a taste of his own goddamn medicine. It's obvious Morgan still has feelings for Lottie but she's oblivious to them. She's too preoccupied with her relationship with him to even give Morgan a second look. She's so in love with Riley.

When the song ends, Lottie stumbles, almost falling over. "Woah- okay, baby. You ready?" Riley asks, keeping his strong arm anchored around her middle. "Let's get you home."

"No, let's go to the bathroom." She says, looking up at him with that look- that fucking look.

He gets the hint. "Let's just get you home."

Lottie wiggles out of his grasp and heads to the bathroom, Riley following after her. She swings the bathroom door open and stumbles, catching herself on the sink. "I want you to fuck me." She breathes against his neck.

"I will when we get home."

She whines slightly, her fingers brushing across the front of his blue jeans. "But Ri-"

Riley grabs her by the waist and throws her over his shoulder, holding onto the back of her thighs. He's praying that the problem she created is hidden as they wade through the crowd.

He gets her in his truck, quickly closing the door behind her before racing to the drivers side. Lottie huffs- actually pouting as Riley drives back home.

She side eyes him and a light bulb goes off.

Lottie unbuckles the lap seat belt and scoots a little closer to him, her thighs stuttering across the leather bench seat. Her hand rests on his thigh then moves to his big ass belt buckle centered in his tight jeans.

"Lot." Riley says in a quiet warning tone, his grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"What?" She asks innocently, pressing herself against his side. She kisses his jaw teasingly then down his neck to the silver chain peaking out from his collar, her hands working on getting his belt undone.

"Lottie." His voice is deep and it makes her body heat up. "C'mon..."

She bites her lip as gets his pants undone. She wraps her hand around him, her tongue flicking across the tip. She's blushing at her actions, positive that she would not be doing this if she was sober.

She's giving him a fucking blowjob while he's driving.

His eyes flutter shut then snap open. "Lot." He breathes, whipping into his parking spot at their house.

Riley grabs her hand and practically drags her to the house. He hasn't felt this horned up since the first time they slept together. He shoves her against the wall, kissing her hotly and sloppily, her head falling back when his lips reach her neck.

Lottie moans outright, untucking his shirt from his belted jeans. "C'mon, Ri." She breathes, nudging him to their bedroom.

"No." He pulls her to the bathroom, pushing her up on the sink.

She smirks, pulling her shirt off. "Bathroom sex? Kinda inchin' on the adventurous side, huh?" She asks as she unbuttons his shirt.

Riley is more reserved when it comes to sex. He's not vanilla but he keeps it at a love making level- he knows Lottie is into it but he doesn't want to go so far that he might hurt her. He loves her too much to hurt her.

But maybe that's what she wants.

"Slowly but-"

She puts his hand on his exposed bare chest. "I- I don't want slow, Riley." She licks her lips. "I want hard." He blushes. "Think you can do that?"

"Hell yeah." He yanks her flares down roughly and she can't help the soft excited squeal that rips from her throat.

Lottie blindly reaches up to the medicine cabinet, knocking literally everything over as she roots around for a condom. Riley pushes her further back but pulls her hips to the edge of the counter, knocking more things over.

In one swift motion, he's balls deep in his girlfriend once again. He exhales heavily against her neck and goosebumps show on her skin. Lottie shoves his shirt down his strong arms, her fingers brushing over that bracelet he's been wearing for over ten years. "Harder." She rasps into his ear, her blunt fingernails digging into his toned tan back.

He grips her hip, the other resting on the counter behind her. "Oh shi- mmm." She bites her lip, her fingers tangling in his too long hair; he's been meaning to ask her for a haircut. "God- yes, yeah."

He locks eyes with her as his hand wraps around her throat, giving it a gentle yet noticeable squeeze. "Such a good girl." He rasps.

She had no idea that would turn her on even more.

Hell, it turns him on too.

Lottie shutters, her body tensing then relaxing, leaning back on her hands against the counter. Riley pulls out, ties the condom off then drops it on the nearby trash can.

Riley guides her down to her feet. She picks up his discarded snap shirt and pulls it on, her panties following. She shoots him a relaxed look over her shoulder.

"Hungry?"

+++

Riley bites his lip as he looks down at the selection in front of him. He wants something nice and classy but not flashy or tacky looking. He runs his finger over his lips as he sighs. "How much is this one?" He asks the pretty girl behind the counter, pointing to a simple ring.

"Twenty seven hundred."

His brows shoot into his hairline. "Two grand? For an engagement ring?"

"If you wanted something cheaper," She pulls out two more trays with a small sigh. "Starting at five hundred."

He drums his fingers against the glass case, chewing on his bottom lip. "Can I see that one?" He points to a simple diamond banded ring with a slightly bigger diamond centered in the middle.

The pretty girl pops it out of the tray and hands it to him. "That one is thirty two hundred but it could also be apart of a stacker set; it goes with the wedding ring." She points at an even simpler band with the same diamonds.

"Three grand." He mumbles to himself. "I'll take it."

Three grand is a lot of fucking money for a ring but fuck, Lottie is worth it.

He pockets the box after paying then heads out to his truck. He can't stop grinning. He and Lottie had another conversation about getting married some day and she was more open about it.

Since then, buying a ring has been playing on repeat in his head. He wants to make her his wife.

+++

Lottie huffs as she drops her bag by the door.

Riley looks up from his phone and matches her exhale. "I can't believe this is happenin'." She runs a hand through her hair. "I'm gonna miss you."

"Yeah," She swallows hard. "It's gonna be weird."

"I didn't think they could do this; two different labels on tour together."

"Yeah, me either."

Lottie looks at Riley with tearful eyes. He stands and wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest. "It's just a couple months, baby."

"I know." She looks down.

There's a honk outside. Riley picks up her bag in one hand and her guitar case in the other then walks her out to the bus.

"You take care of her." He tells the tour manager. "I'll kick your ass if somethin' happened to her." He's half joking.

"You got my word." Hunter smiles back.

"Good luck, Lot." He says, tucking some hair behind her ear. "I love you."

"I love you too." She smiles back. He kisses her softly then hops off the bus.

"Lottie, good to see you again!" Michael grins, giving her a hug. "We're gonna have a good time, okay? We'll take care of ya. Don't worry."

She nods and accepts a beer that the drummer offers her. "Thanks." She knows she's got nothing to worry about on tour but she's going to be away from Riley for a few months.

She hasn't been away from him for more than a night in a long fucking time.

These next months are going to be lonely as hell.