“Looks like we’re wanted,” she says, giggling.
“Yep. You ready to get dressed and start this night?” I know I keep asking, but I just want her to know this night is not going to be like the last concert she was at. I can’t rush off after and keep her to myself. We need to be front and center and she’s going to be a part of that.
She pushes up on my chest and we sit up. “Get dressed, Fitz.”
We head out to the main area of the bus and Poppy grabs Brooklyn away from me and hugs her. “Damn, I wasn’t sure we’d see you at all. How is everything?” she asks, looking from her to me.
“Everything is perfect,” Brooklyn says and smiles at everyone. “Hey guys.”
“Hey Brooklyn, welcome to the Renegade family,” Ralph says, biting into his sandwich.
Ethen comes up and wraps his arm around Brooklyn and grins at me. “When you’re ready to step up to a real man, let me know.”
I reach over and push him off her, pulling her to my side. “Fuck off,” I say and they all laugh.
“Alright, I got a bunch of subs, so eat up and there are a few beers in the fridge, but you know the rule.” Poppy says, waiting on us to repeat her rule.
“No more than two beers before the show,” we all moan out in unison.
Brooklyn and Poppy laugh listening to us. “Right. So anyway, eat up and then we will all start getting ready,” Poppy says.
We sit down and eat, enjoying our two beer limit. Brooklyn, of course has water. They start talking about the after party and how it’s at a club. I glance over at Brooklyn and she takes it all in. There is nothing to worry about since I will have her glued to my side, but I want her to enjoy it as much as we do. When everyone is done eating, we start taking showers and start getting ready. That’s one thing I can say about this damn bus is that it sucks having one tiny bathroom. We need to find a hotel soon.
Poppy and Brooklyn have taken over the bedroom, so the guys and I are forced to get ready in the main part of the bus. Once we are all dressed and ready we sit down. Nate takes a sip of his water and looks around. “Today is going to be a kickass show and one hell of a party after.”
“No shit. I’m feeling the need to make the night of a chick or two,” Ethen says, wiggling his eyebrows.
We all laugh and Ralph says, still laughing, “I’m going to get drunk and see where that leads.”
“Yep, it’s going to be one hell of a night. I’m pretty sure the paparazzi are going to be all up in my shit though, because even though Brooklyn came to the signing with us this will be the second appearance,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
“You ready for what’s to come with that?” Nate asks.
I grin and nod my head. “I’ve never been more excited to be in the tabloids.”
We all enjoy another laugh just as Poppy and Brooklyn come out. My heart stops beating when I see how fucking stunning Brooklyn looks. She’s got on a black dress that has a deep V in the front, showing a great deal of her tits. It hugs her body and stops right beneath her ass. She has on red fuck me heels, making my thoughts drift to them digging into my ass. I drag my eyes up to her beautiful face and smile. She has on heavy makeup and her hair is wild with curls.
I jump up and pull her into my arms, noticing there’s no back to this dress and I can almost see the top of her ass. My cock strains against my jeans and I rub my hands all over her bare back. “Fuck, you look hot as hell. I’ll have to beat guys off you tonight.”
A smile lights up her face, tucking a curl behind her ear. “Thank you.”
“Alright, we need to head inside. There is a large room that we will be hanging out in, with a few VIP fans. So pictures, signatures and since I’m fucking excited for Brooklyn to be here, one more drink,” Poppy says, wrapped in Nate’s arms.
I look down at Brooklyn and smile. “Tonight, everyone will ask if we are together and I just want you to know that I am telling them yes. You good with that?”
She bites down on her lip, smiling around it. “I’m totally good with that.” Fuck yes.
We all exit the bus and head inside. There is a flurry of activity between the stage crew, the fans, the media and of course the groupies. I keep my arm wrapped around Brooklyn as we make our way to the room that we will be hanging out in. I risk a quick glance down at her and she is all smiles, so far so good. We all enter the room and it’s void of people, but there is a small bar set up, a table with some food and a few chairs throughout. It’s a big room, which means that there will be a good amount of people in here soon.
“Alright, we have about fifteen minutes before the VIP fans get to come in. I was just informed that the press are welcome as well, so be prepared for questions.” She looks at me and raises her eyebrows. “Especially you and Brooklyn.” She then looks at Brooklyn and smiles. “Get ready because you are about to have your first interview. Don’t be nervous, just answer their questions honestly, but don’t give too much detail.” She turns to Ethen and Ralph and laughs. “Just don’t tell anyone to go fuck themselves again, alright?”
She continues talking and I pull Brooklyn aside. “I’ll stay with you as long as I possibly can, but I will have to leave your side for group photos and interviews of the entire band. If anyone asks who you are, be honest and tell them you’re my girlfriend. If they ask how we met, say a mutual friend and if they ask how long we’ve been together, just say for a while. Don’t give them too much, just enough.” She is watching me and starts chewing her lip. “Christ, are you alright?” I ask, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.
“I’m alright. I’m a bit overwhelmed and nervous, especially to be giving interviews. I mean this is totally new for me, but I know it’s to be expected if we are going to make this work. Please don’t worry about me,” she says and pushes up on her toes to press a soft kiss to my lips.
I, of course, don’t just want a simple kiss, so I yank her against me and deepen it. She fists my shirt in her hands as I run my hands all over her exposed back. After a few minutes, I break the kiss and rest my forehead on hers. “Fuck, I want to strip you down and slam into you right now,” I whisper, nipping on her bare shoulder.
“Fitz,” she softly moans, rubbing against me as if we were the only two in the room. It’s fucking hot.
“Fans have just been given the okay to come back,” Poppy says, intruding on our moment.
“This is it,” I say and straighten up, but keeping my arm around her.
The VIP fans start to come in and some of them are star struck, while others just walk in like it’s something they do every day. I grab ahold of Brooklyn’s hand and we go over to where the rest of the band is standing. Poppy at this point is in full blown manager mode, so I want to make sure Brooklyn is with me as long as possible. The guys, Brooklyn and I start talking and laughing, while the fans make their way over. I squeeze her hand a little tighter and she smiles up at me.
“Fitz, it is an honor to meet you man. I’m a huge fan,” some guy says, holding his hand out for me to shake.
Unfortunately, I need to let go of Brooklyn’s hand to shake his. “Thanks man, it’s always nice to hear.”
This goes on for a while, until we get a crowd of rowdy chicks. They are all hands, taking selfies and asking a million questions. “Fitz, wow, you are even hotter up close,” one of them says and I just smile, thanking her. “Selfie,” she squeals and presses her body right up against mine. “You know, if you are looking for some fun after the concert, I’ll be wet and ready,” she whispers, pulling away from me with heat in her eyes.
I give her a small grin and look around for Brooklyn. She’s standing behind me a bit and I reach back, grabbing her hand and pulling her right next to me. “As much as I appreciate the invite, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Brooklyn,” I say with a smile.
She gives a pouty face and looks at her friends. “Oh damn,” she whispers, but then looks up at Brooklyn and smiles. “You are very lucky, how’d you do it?”
“She smiled at me,
” I say and kiss her temple.
That group of girls moves on and I make sure to keep Brooklyn by me, until she no longer can. When we take a group shot, she steps aside, but I always have her come right back. She’s been a great sport about it all so far, but now the media has entered and I know the questions are about to start.
“Fitz, who is this beautiful lady? We’ve seen you a few times together, something you’d like people to know?” the reporter of a local newspaper asks. As if every reporter, radio host and even a few sneaky paparazzi that snuck in, heard the question, Brooklyn and I are surrounded by them all. The clicking of the cameras are the only sound around us.
I squeeze Brooklyn’s hand and look down at her smiling. She is smiling up at me and nods her head. I look out at the sea of eager, nosey bastards and say, “This is Brooklyn Adler, my girlfriend.”
The barrage of questions that follow and flashes of cameras make me want to laugh. As if there is nothing better to write about than my love life.
“How long have you been together?”
“Where did you meet?”
“Are you serious?”
“Brooklyn, what do you do?”
“Brooklyn, where do you live?”
The questions are endless and I hold up my hand. “We’ve been together for a while. We were introduced through a mutual friend. Yes, we are very serious,” I say, trying to answer their questions.
“I’m not going to answer any personal questions, only that everything Fitz said I agree with,” Brooklyn says, shocking the shit out of me.
“Brooklyn, were you always a fan of Renegade?” someone yells out and we both laugh.
“No, I wasn’t.” She looks up at me and smiles. “But I am now.”
My heart pounds in my chest and the urge to kiss her is overwhelming, taking ahold of me and making it impossible to ignore. I lean down and do it, right in front of everyone, I press my lips to hers and kiss her. Even with my eyes closed I can see all the flashes, and I could give a shit. After I tell them all that is all we have to say for now, they disperse and start hounding everyone else. A few fans come up and ask to take a photo with both of us and Brooklyn just goes right along with it.
“Thank you all for coming, but it’s time to find your seats and for the band to get ready for a kick ass show,” Poppy yells and everyone starts to exit.
“Fuck Fitz, that was intense. You both handled it well though,” Poppy says, sipping on her water.
“No shit, my balls jumped into my throat when everyone was standing there waiting on a reply from you,” Ethen says, causing us all to laugh.
“I’m just glad it’s finally out there and everyone will soon know that I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the world,” I say, holding Brooklyn close.
“I’m just glad I didn’t throw up,” Brooklyn says, giggling against my chest.
**
We had one hell of a concert. The crowd was amazing, the energy was insane and thankfully the music sounded great. When we got off stage, having Brooklyn jump into my arms, just made it that much more. We are now on our way to the after party and I can’t keep my hands off her. I’m going to get drunk and the thought of her drinking with me, dancing with me and letting me fuck her is exciting as shit.
“Fuck, there better be some hot chicks at this party. My cock needs some action tonight,” Ethen says.
“Ethen when was the last time you got an STD test?” Poppy asks, ducking when he tosses an empty water bottle at her.
“Hey, I get tested all the time and I protect my little soldier don’t worry about that. As much as I’d love to be skin on skin, it’s not worth the risk. One day when I’ve pussed out like Nate and Fitz, maybe I’ll feel her hot pussy around my cock,” he says.
“Christ, Ethen, shut the fuck up,” I growl, even though Brooklyn is laughing at my side.
“See, pussy,” he says, chugging back the rest of his beer.
I just ignore him as we pull up to the club. There is a crowd of people outside waiting for us to make an appearance and I know inside is going to be packed. Thankfully, we have the VIP area, so we won’t have to deal with quite as much. We get out and they are screaming for us and I nearly trip when I hear some of them screaming for me and Brooklyn to look. That got out fast.
Once inside and into the VIP area, we are sitting at a table, Brooklyn on my lap, and enjoying the first of many drinks. I ordered a round of shots and placed one in front of each of them, including Brooklyn. I lift mine and grin. “Awesome fucking show. Now let’s get fucked up,” I say, tossing my shot back. I notice Brooklyn holding the shot and I whisper in her ear, “You don’t need to do it baby.”
She turns her head and grins at me. Lifting the shot glass to her lips she throws it back. My eyes about bug out and everyone at the table is yelling or banging on the table. She licks her lips and winks at me. She fucking winks at me. “Guess I was missing out on more than I thought.”
I crash my lips to hers and sink my fingers into her hair. She tastes like vodka and it makes my cock pulse with need. It just gets worse when she moans into my mouth. I break away and search her eyes. “You are always shocking me.”
She laughs and picks up her Malibu Bay Breeze. “I did have a few nights out with some friends when I got home.”
We’ve been here almost three hours already and it’s been a constant flow of fans coming up to the table to talk with us for a while. Both Ralph and Ethen have groupies hanging on them, while Nate and I have our girls sitting on us. We are all feeling the full effects of the alcohol, even Brooklyn. After a few fans walk away I tell her I need to piss and that I’ll be right back.
When I walk away she and Poppy are laughing about something and it just makes me smile. After I finish in the bathroom, I open the door and I’m greeted by three very hot, very drunk groupies. “Fitz, we’ve been waiting all night to get you alone. What do you say, you me and these two to make three.” She laughs at her clever take on words and her friends join in.
“Thanks for the offer ladies, but I need to get back to my girl,” I say and go to walk past them.
She, however, moves in front of me and wraps her arms around my neck. “Come on, you can’t pass up three of us for her,” she says, nodding in the direction of Brooklyn.
I pull her hands off from around my neck and grin at her. She looks hopeful, which makes me laugh. “I’d pass it up every time for her.”
“She won’t keep you satisfied like we can, you’ll be begging to come back with us soon,” she yells at my back as I walk away. Little does she know that if I have my way, this is it for me.
I get back to the table and hold my hand out to Brooklyn. “Dance with me,” I say and she places her hand in mine. We walk out to where everyone is dancing and I pull her against me. Our bodies move together and I move my hands down to her ass. “Brooklyn, there is no one else in the world that does to me the things you do.”
“Me either, Fitz,” she replies and moves her hands to my chest.
We move to the beat for a bit longer like this, but then I spin her around, so her ass is pressed against me. I let my hands drag down her body, making sure to let my fingers glide over her hardened nipples. When I reach her waist I wrap an arm around it and grind my hard cock into her ass. “Fuck,” I hiss when she moves her ass in circles.
She wraps her arms around my neck, causing her tits to lift. We keep moving against each other, and it is enough to have me come right here. Especially when I use my free hand to rub her tits again and she drops her head back on my chest, letting out a moan. “Fitz, I’m so wet,” she whispers and closes her eyes when I nip her neck.
I spin her around and grab her hand. “Come with me,” I demand. I lead her to the men’s room and once inside I lock the door behind us. I pull her to me and crash my lips to her, lifting her up and sitting her on the sink. When I pull away the heat I see in her eyes is enough to bring me to my knees. “I need to fuck you right here.”
“Oh God, yes please,” s
he begs and it only turns me on more.
I hike up her dress and slid the white lace panties down her legs, shoving them in my pocket. Reaching my hand forward, I rub her pussy and fuck she wasn’t kidding when she said she was wet. My fingers are covered in her essence and I bring them to my mouth, licking them clean. I lift her off and turn her around, bending her over the sink. I unbutton my jeans and grab a condom out of my pocket before letting them and my boxers fall to my knees. I quickly roll on the condom and grab ahold of her hips. “Watch in the mirror, Brooklyn. Watch me fuck you and see how damn sexy you look when you come,” I order.
She locks her eyes with mine in the mirror and I slam into her. She lets out a scream and I can’t control myself. I dig my fingers into her hips and pound into her, fucking her like I never have before. I’m not holding back and watching her face in the mirror as I watch her ass just spurs me on. I smack her ass and she moans bucking against me. Continuing my punishing speed, I reach up and tangle my fingers into her hair, pulling it and slapping her ass at the same time. “Fitz, fuck I’m so close,” she yells out.
“Fuck, me too. You feel so fucking good,” I hiss, feeling my balls tightening up.
I once again pull her hair and slap her ass and her orgasm rips through her. “Fitz,” she screams so loudly it echoes throughout the bathroom.
I pump into her a few more times and my release finds me, causing me to shout her name over and over. When we both recover, I look at her in the mirror and I feel like she can see into my soul. It is the most real moment of my life. I spin her around and put on her panties as I pull up my jeans. Once I’m done I press my lips to her, and kiss her with everything I am feeling. She breaks the kiss and we both search the other’s eyes.
In a moment of clarity, a moment that I never thought I’d understand or have, I place both hands on either side of her face and take a deep breath. “Brooklyn Adler, I love you.”
A tear escapes her eye and I quickly brush it away. “Crosby Fitzgerald, I love you too.”
My name, she used my name. This is a moment I wasn’t sure would ever happen for me. For someone to love me for Crosby, not just Fitz and here she is. My Brooklyn.
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