Anthony kissed Reba behind her left ear which made the redhead's lips curved into a smile.

Reba and Skeeter were enjoying a quiet night, reveling in their last day of freedom before Reba's shows commence in Vegas again this time of year.

The country singer felt exceptionally lighthearted having her boyfriend by her side. She couldn't even remember the last time she felt this contented. Actually, she could. Ever since Anthony Lasuzzo came into her life, she found a new skip in her steps. It seemed to her that the grass was greener again, and the flowers have resumed their bloom.

Almost a year ago, the country singer was seriously considering the possibility that she would be alone for the rest of her life after the fiasco she had with the last guy she dated post-Narvel. When she thought she was finally ready to fall in love again, the guy outed that he was already in love with someone else.

He was truly sorry. He said he thought he was over the woman, but it turned out he wasn't. Reba accepted it like a big girl. If anything, she was glad he was honest, though she couldn't help but wish he told her that information before they even started dating.

She didn't question God's plans, but she was only human. Her insecurities ate her up again. Was she that hard to love? Did people only love her as Reba, the country singer and actress? Were the men she opened her heart to disappointed when they finally got to know her? How many times could a heart break in a lifetime before it completely shut down? Surely she had reached her quota? Just when she thought love was at her doorstep again, she was proven wrong. Her heart broke, once more, when it wasn't even fully healed yet.

Feeling dejected and morose, Reba dropped at Marti's place to pour her heart's content. The women shared many tears and laughs as they talked about the men in their lives. As their night was winding down, an idea came to Marti. The blonde woman suggested for them to have one of their little trips again. Reba was immediately onboard.

"Where are we going?"

"I dunno. Err-" Marti closed her eyes, trying not to puke her gut. "Jackson Hole? I heard it's pretty 'round this time,"

"Wyoming?! What're we gonna do there?!" Reba chuckled. "Oh heck fine. Jackson Hole, Wyoming it is," the singer said, already sold with her friend's idea.

After several chit chats with some more of Reba's friends over the course of the next few days, Kix ended up recommending a tour guide for their trip. A retired geologist turned photographer who was familiar with the area.

And that was how she met Skeeter Lasuzzo.

Reba was still mulling over how lucky and how loved she felt the last few months when she felt Skeeter's lips and tongue travel the length of her neck, from the hollow of her throat to her jaw. Her breath hitched as she felt that familiar tingling in her lower abdomen.

Reba's lips parted as she let out shaky breaths whenever Skeeter gently nipped random spots in her neck.

She automatically gave in when Skeeter gently pushed her body to lay down on the soft cushion of the hotel couch. Skeeter's fingers moved fast, but precisely, as he unbuttoned Reba's top.

The singer helped her boyfriend got rid of her top as her own excitement grew. She tossed her blouse, not caring where it landed. Skeeter's forefinger teasingly ran the length of Reba's torso before he gently cupped the singer's left breast through the lacy material of Reba's black bra. The singer closed her eyes involuntarily as an inaudible gasp left her lips.

Her pelvis grew a mind of its own and the singer found herself grinding her center on Skeeter's fully clothed form.

The silver-haired man smirked, clearly enjoying how impatient his girlfriend was being. He especially loved it when Reba lets lose and allowed him to see her carnal desires.

"You're wearin' far too many clothes, honey," the singer whined.

Skeeter didn't immediately respond, but instead kissed his girlfriend hard on her lips, as his hands gently massaged Reba's thighs. His hands inching higher ... and higher, but never really touching Reba where he knew she wanted to be touched.

Reba felt like her body was on fire. She'd always been a lover of sex, but she didn't think at her age, especially after Narvel left, that she'd still experience such increase in libido. Nonetheless, she was incredibly pleased when she learned that her and Skeeter had great chemistry-emotionally and physically.

"Stop thinkin'," Skeeter chuckled. He noticed that Reba was in deep thought when he looked up at the singer. "Am I boring you?"

Reba laughed and bit her lip. "Never. I was just...nevermind," the singer replied and ran her hand on Skeeter's silver locks.

"What is it?" The older man asked, and took hold of Reba's hand, placing a gentle kiss on the singer's wrist.

"Come 'ere," Reba whispered as she pulled Skeeter toward herself, and enveloped him in a hug. Her lips automatically sought his as she kissed him fervently, wanting to convey every feeling she had in that kiss. She pulled away slightly when her need for air couldn't be put off anymore.

"I'm just really thankful," the singer rasped, her eyes roaming her boyfriend's face, her right thumb gently playing with Skeeter's lower lip.

The former geologist smiled and planted a kiss on Reba's thumb. "Me too, honey. Me too," Skeeter mumbled before he proceeded to kiss Reba once more and continue their night.