Renegade

by Heather Dahlgren

  “Wow, thank you,” she says, pressing a kiss to my cheek and going to stand up.

  I laugh and hold her still. “Not so quick. I think we should collaborate.”

  “What? Get the hell out of here. You’re just saying this because you want to give me a job,” she says, searching my face.

  “There are two things that mean the world to me. You and the band. Just like I would die for you, I’d die for the band. I wouldn’t do anything to cause harm to either. If I didn’t mean what I said, I sure as fuck wouldn’t ask you to collaborate with me. I’m serious, I want to do this,” I say.

  “So wait. You think I’m good enough to actually sing a duet with you?” she asks, still not believing me.

  “I think you’re good enough to be a talent all your own, but I’d be honored if you did this with me before you are discovered.” I kiss her lips and pull back grinning.

  “Discovered?”

  “Yes baby, that’s what is going to happen. See the thing is, I’m asking you to collaborate with me, but I can put money on it that Poppy is out there making calls as we speak,” I say, laughing when she tries to jump off of me. “Relax, I will make sure you are with the right people.”

  “Fitz, this can’t be real. I’ve never sang in front of anyone,” she says, biting her lip.

  I stand up and place her down. I cross my arms and nod at her. “Sing for me.”

  “No way,” she laughs.

  I move to stand in front of her and bend my head to her ear. “Let me hear that sweet voice and then I’ll fuck that sweet pussy.” I stand up and look down into her heated expression. “Sing the song you sang in the shower, your song.”

  “I don’t know Fitz,” she says, twisting her fingers in front of her.

  “It’s just me Brooklyn. Come on,” I push. She closes her eyes and goes to open her mouth, but quickly closes it. “Relax. Just let the music wash over you.”

  She takes a few deep breaths and holy shit, she starts to sing. I thought she sounded good through the bathroom door, but it was nothing to what I’m hearing right now. Her pitch is spot on, her vocals have this sexy raspy sound and when she hits the high notes, I feel it in my chest. She’s fucking amazing. She opens her eyes and looks at me as she finishes the song. She continues singing even when a huge smile breaks out on her face.

  I can’t keep the smile off my face either. I’m blown away by her talent and so damn proud of her. When she finishes that smile just gets bigger. “Well, how did that feel?” I ask.

  “How was it?” she comes back with.

  Grabbing her, lifting her into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and I kiss her. The minute our tongues touch, my cock that got hard listening to her gets even harder. I pull away and search her face. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. How did it make you feel?” I question again.

  She tries to hide her smile by biting her lip, but I reach up and release it. “It felt good.”

  “Good like maybe this is the dream you should be chasing?” I ask.

  “I don’t know Fitz, I need to process this.”

  “Okay, I get it, but will you at least collaborate with me?” I question.

  She laughs and nods her head. “Yes, I’d love to.”

  I toss her on the bed and just as I’m about to pull her shirt off, Poppy opens the door.

  “Oops, sorry. Hey Brooklyn, when the fuck were you going to tell me that you have the voice of an angel? It’s fucking amazing and you are going to need a manager. I won’t charge you a penny until you start making money,” she says, leaning against the dresser.

  Brooklyn sits up and fixes her shirt. “Poppy, slow down. We don’t even know if anyone will like me.”

  The guys push into the bedroom at that point and Ethen jumps in the bed with us. “Well if it isn’t our talented girl,” he says, wrapping his arm around her.

  I push him off and he laughs. “She’s my talented girl, your talented friend.”

  “We need to hit the recording studio when we get back,” Ralph says.

  I glance at Brooklyn and she stares at everyone with big eyes. She still doesn’t believe how amazing she is. “Give her a minute to process it all. She already said she’d collaborate with me,” I say, smiling.

  They all get excited and Brooklyn shakes her head smiling. “You guys are like Fitz, you’re just saying that shit.”

  They all laugh. “The only time I bullshit is to get a woman into bed. Sure it makes me an asshole, but it’s true. I’d never let you get up in front of people and embarrass yourself or our band. Brooklyn, you’re fucking talented and the world needs to hear you,” Ethen says, shocking the shit out of me.

  “That’s exactly what I was trying to tell her. Well put man,” I say, looking at Ethen.

  “They’re right and if I didn’t need to go puke, I’d push harder,” Poppy says before covering her mouth and running out.

  “Damn, I’ll help her,” Brooklyn says, jumping up after her.

  I look around at them all and get off the bed. “I appreciate you guys being honest with her, I think it helped. I’m just pissed you had to do it before we had sex though,” I say, walking out of the bedroom.

  **

  We pull up to Brooklyn’s house and I’m excited to get a few days alone with her. I had to convince the label to let me stay, because they wanted us to stop for some signings along the way. They weren’t happy, but gave me a few days and then I need to catch a flight to meet the guys the rest of the way. We’ve all done nothing but talk about Brooklyn and her singing the last few hours and she’s starting to like the idea. I can see it in her eyes.

  “Well, here we are,” she says and gets up. “Are you guys sure you don’t want to stay the night?”

  “Nah, thanks. We need to keep moving if we want to get to New York,” Ralph says and gets up hugging Brooklyn. “We’ll see you there and we will have a jam session.” She laughs and smacks his arm.

  “Bye, Brooklyn. See you in New York,” Ethen says, staring down at his phone.

  “Hey, we’re leaving too,” Poppy says, pouting.

  “Yeah, well not going to lie, I won’t miss the puking,” Ethen says, earning a smack from Nate.

  We all say our goodbyes and the four of us get off the bus. Nate and I carry all the luggage and the girls go to unlock the house.

  “This is so not what I pictured,” she says, walking around.

  “It’s nice, but I won’t miss it. Too many shitty memories here,” Brooklyn says, flipping lights on.

  I wrap my arms around her from behind and nip her ear. “Not all of them are shitty,” I whisper and she turns her head smiling. “We will make new memories in our place.”

  “Are you guys staying where you are or are you looking for a new place together?” Poppy asks as she plops down on the couch. “Nate’s moving into my place.” She smiles over at him and he sits next to her.

  “Whatever Brooklyn wants,” I say and kiss her neck.

  “I don’t know. I love your place, but maybe we can just look around for something that is both of ours,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

  She doesn’t need to say another word. As far as I’m concerned, we will get a new place. It’s probably for the best considering I’d like her to be comfortable. I’m not sure she would be there, not with knowing other women have been there.

  “I’m exhausted, show me to the guest room,” Poppy says, getting up.

  Nate follows and I bring our suitcases to her room. I put them by the closet and sit down on her bed to get my shoes off. I look around and think about how much work we have ahead of us. There is a lot of packing to do. I look at the furniture and realize that she might want to keep it. It’s not something I like, but hell if it makes her happy, we will just buy a new mattress because I know who’s slept on this one. The thought makes me cringe and I stand up. Okay, maybe a new bed.

  “Hey, what are you doing?” Brooklyn asks, giggling when she sees me staring at the bed.
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  I turn around grinning. “Just thinking about how much packing there is to do. I’ll hire a good company that will get it all done though. So, since we are going to get a new place, I’m thinking new furniture too. You know, fresh start for us both.”

  She wraps her arms around me and looks into my eyes. “You really want to look for a new place?”

  I kiss her lips and forehead before smiling down at her. “Baby, I want you. Everything else is just extra.”

  I step back and run my hands down to the bottom of her shirt, grab it and pull it over her head. I back her up and her ass hits the door and I trap her in with my arms. I kiss down her neck to her tits, nipping down on her hard nipples poking out. “Fitz,” she moans out.

  I kiss down her body and unbutton her jeans, sliding them down her legs. She steps out of them and I kiss my way back up. My cock is straining against my boxers and I need to get them off. “Unbuckle my jeans, baby.” I pull my shirt off. She makes quick work of getting my cock freed and I hiss when her hand rubs up against it. I step back, getting my jeans off and look at how fucking sexy she looks, chest rising and falling, eyes taking in everything I’m doing and her skin begging to be touched. “Brooklyn, take off your bra and panties and get onto the bed.”

  As she does that I step out of my boxers and sit at the end of the bed. She looks at me, lust clear on her face. “I need to come, Fitz,” she whimpers.

  “Oh fuck me too, baby.” I move a little closer. “Sit up,” I tell her. She does, resting her back on the headboard. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

  She looks at me and bites down on that lip. “What?” she asks, nervously.

  “Remember in New York, I asked you how you made yourself come?” She nods her head and I continue. “I need to see you do it. I want to see you touch yourself.” She looks reluctant and I reach out taking her hand. “Do whatever feels good. Rub your clit, push your fingers into that tight pussy, pinch your nipples. You know what makes you come, so show me.” I grab my hard cock in my hand and begin to pump. “Touch that wet pussy, baby.”

  Watching me, she slowly moves her hand to her pussy and the second she touches herself, I let out a growl. It’s so fucking hot. She uses two fingers and slowly rubs herself, spreading her wetness all over herself. My cock is painfully hard watching this. This girl who walked into my life a few months ago, so unsure of herself and the world around her, has completely transformed. She’s confident and loving life. She touches herself for me and that speaks volumes to how close we’ve gotten, how much we love each other.

  “Mmm, oh God,” she moans out, rubbing her clit.

  “Fuck Brooklyn, watching you is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Keep going baby, come for me,” I say, picking up the speed of pumping my cock. She’s close, I can see it in her face and how fast her fingers are going at her clit. “Use your other hand, push two fingers inside,” I suggest.

  She does and she bucks against her own hand. “Oh fuck,” she yells. Watching her please herself, while I jerk off is something we need to do again. “Fitz, oh shit, I’m so close.”

  “Keep going baby. Fuck that pussy with your fingers, and push down on your clit,” I groan out, feeling my orgasm ready to rip through me.

  “Oh God,” she yells and closes her legs, rubbing against her hand as her release takes over.

  “Fuck yes,” I shout out when I find my own, pumping my cock until there is nothing left. I climb up her naked, shaking body and press my lips to hers. “Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”

  She looks at me and shyly smiles. “I’ve wanted to do that since New York.”

  I pull her down and lay on top of her. “I love when you talk like that,” I say, kissing her nose. “We have a lifetime to do everything you’ve ever wanted do, sexually or not.”

  She runs her hand down my face and smiles at me. “I love you so much, Fitz.”

  “I fucking love you too, Brooklyn.”

  The next morning, we enjoy breakfast with Poppy and Nate before a car comes to take them to the airport. Brooklyn and I have both contacted realtors. I will meet with mine when I get back to New York, hers is coming today. She told her that she wants a fast sale and that for the right price, she will leave all the furniture. I liked the sound of that, less to pack.

  “I know we have packing to do, but we should wait until the realtor gets here. So I’m thinking we should try a few songs together. I’ll record them and we can listen back. What do you think?” I ask, sitting in her backyard.

  She takes a deep breath and tries to hide her smile. “Okay, let’s do it.”

  For the next hour we sing song after song together and listening back it sounds fucking unbelievable. I’m so impressed with the sound we have together. I know that once we release one together she is going to sky rocket into stardom. I can see it in her smile and the way she looks when she sings that she loves this. It was probably not the route she thought she’d take in life, but she is destined for big things.

  “Well baby, I can officially say that my girl is going to be huge.” She smiles and shakes her head. “They are going to love you, almost as much as I do.”

  Before she can respond we hear the doorbell and go to let the realtor in. When Brooklyn opens the door the realtor’s brown eyes grow huge as she says, “Oh shit, you’re Fitz and you’re Brooklyn.”

  I chuckle and wrap my arm around Brooklyn. “Yep, that’s us. So how about we get this house sold so my girl and I can head out of here.”

  She goes through the whole house, taking photos and writing things down. We sit down and decide on a price and she says she will get it right up. She said she doesn’t expect it to be on the market long and since Brooklyn is willing to let the furniture go with it, she thinks she’ll get above asking.

  We spend the next two days, packing everything up. She’s got a hell of a lot of boxes and I made sure to call my car service to see who they recommend to bring it all to New York. They gave me the name of one and I called to make sure they come before I leave. I’m not going to have her dealing with all this.

  Brooklyn ordered food in and we sit on the couch eating. I look over at her and she smiles. “I wish you’d come with me when I leave tomorrow night.”

  “I know, but I want to stop at my parent’s house and say goodbye. I mean they aren’t really in my life, but it will make me feel better,” she says, shrugging her shoulders.

  “I get it. I’ll be back in New York in a week, so hopefully you’ll have finished everything up by then. We can start looking for a new place as soon as you get there,” I say, finishing off my pizza.

  She puts down her plate and turns to face me. “Fitz, I know I haven’t really said it, but thank you.”

  I dip my eyebrows in confusion and turn to face her. “For what?”

  “For letting me discover who I really am. For believing in me, encouraging me and loving me. For giving me the life I never knew I wanted until I had it,” she says, leaning over and pressing her lips to mine.

  She has no idea that I am the thankful one. She’s my world, my life, my everything. I didn’t realize just how much I was missing, until she walked into my life. When she smiled at me, everything changed and I’ve never been more grateful. It took a while to get here, but I wouldn’t change a thing. We both had a lot of growing to do. Damn, I’ve changed more than I thought possible and it’s all because of her. My Brooklyn, the love of my life.

  Two Years Later

  Brooklyn

  “Faith, come give Aunt Brooklyn kisses,” I say to my precious niece. Poppy and Nate have been parents now for a little over a year. Faith Hope, was born a healthy seven pounds three ounces and she’s been the most amazing gift. Poppy and Nate are remarkable parents and have flourished as a family. Nate asked Poppy to marry him, after she finally stopped puking, and they had a small, but beautiful wedding. It’s been such an incredible experience being a part of their lives.

  Faith is the most spoiled little blonde haired, blue
eyed girl you’ve ever met. She doesn’t act it though, she is very well behaved and has been touring with the band since she was just a few months old. It’s a way of life for her and she just goes with the flow. She’s walking now and starting to say a few words and we all eat it up. Just like right now, while the band is on stage I am sitting in the after party room hanging out with her. That is until I make my surprise appearance on stage.

  “Fifteen minutes, Brooklyn,” my manager, Kara says, poking her blonde head in the room.

  I wanted to use Poppy as my manager, but she truly didn’t have the time. Not with Faith and Renegade. Especially after I was discovered. Fitz was right, as soon as we collaborated together it was a whirlwind. I was scooped up by Renegade’s label and it has been nonstop since. I’ve made a full album, I’ve been on tour, opening for none other than Renegade. I’ve done countless interviews, signings and special appearances. I’ll admit at first it was so overwhelming, I didn’t know if this was what I wanted. However, when Fitz and I wrote a song together, recorded and got on stage to sing it, I knew this was my dream. It wasn’t one I would have ever chased, but it’s the one I wanted. I have my own fans, which is the most amazing feeling. Some of which didn’t even know I was dating Fitz.

  I sold my house in California quickly and I was grateful. I couldn’t wait to get to New York and more importantly move in with Fitz. We went looking for places as soon as I got to New York and we found the most stunning penthouse, only a few blocks from where Fitz was already living. It is ginormous, with three marble covered bathrooms, an office, a chef’s kitchen, elegant dining room and spacious living room. Let’s not forget the four bedrooms, roof top hang out and large fireplace. Those are the places Fitz and I spend most of our time. Sitting on the roof top, writing songs. Cuddling in front of the fire on a cold night and showing our love over and over in the bedroom. My favorite part though are the photos, the walls are covered in memories. The photo of Fitz and I hanging by his first acoustic guitar next to the fireplace still makes my heart pound. We are on stage and both looking at each other while we belt out the lyrics. It’s the perfect home, were memories are made every day.