It was nice to get some time alone, just Brittan and I without managers, assistants, and bandmates around twenty-four seven. We were able to have her parents, Roxie with her husband Matt and Brittan’s friend Dalton along with his wife and kids come to the house for a cookout. I was nice to meet everyone just before we left to continue our tour.
I was nervous meeting her parents and friends because they’ve always known her as Cane’s Brittan. They were all actually really cool and welcomed me with open arms. I think they are overjoyed to see Brittan doing so well. She hasn’t had a relapse since that one night on tour and emotionally she seems to be doing really well.
I’ve made it clear to her she can talk about Cane whenever she wants. I never want her to feel she can’t hold onto those memories of their life together. I just don’t want her memories from the past affecting her creating memories in the present.
This week I’m pumped because we’re heading to my old stomping ground, good old Chicago. My parents are excited to finally see me; we’ve been on the road since January and only get to stay in Chicago a few days. My mother is planning to have an early Easter dinner since we’ll be touring the east coast by the time Sunday rolls around.
I’m so fucking nervous about the dinner; my mother has asked me to bring Brittan along, and she’s obsessed with those stupid gossip sites and magazines. She has been blowing up my phone since seeing us on one of the covers with the headline The New King and Queen of Rock & Roll! The magazine was decked out with a photo of Brittan and me that we shot last month for Rolling Stone to promote our summer leg of the tour.
People are obsessed with all things celebrity. I find it crazy that anyone would care what the hell I’m doing or who I’m dating. Last summer no one knew who I was and had no interest in finding out. Now I can’t go anywhere without the paparazzi following Brittan and me.
It’s gotten so ridiculous that we try to stay on the bus or in hotels so we can have some privacy.
“About one hour until we’re in Chicago.” We hear come over the intercom from the driver of our bus, snapping me out of my thoughts.
Straddling me, Brittan grabs the notebook out of my hand that I was writing lyrics down in, and tosses it onto the stand beside the bed.
Gripping her hips, I give her a questionable glance. “What’s gotten into you?” I ask as I lean up, lifting her tee. I suck her left pierced nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the silver ring and her hardening bud.
I’m not complaining at all, believe me I’d fuck her morning, noon, and night if I could.
I still can’t believe she pierced her nipple. While in Miami, we went to Miami Ink and she had her nipple pierced and new ink added to the butterflies and flowers rib tattoo she has along her left side. She added sheet music to flow between the two with the words, music washes from the soul the dust of everyday life.
To humor her, I let Brittan pick out a new tattoo for me.
I’ve been adding new designs to the Asian dragon tattoo on my right arm, making it into a quarter length sleeve, but Brittan said she wanted me to tattoo a new area of my body.
I’ll do anything that girl asks me to, except one thing. I said fuck no when she suggested piercing my dick!
She decided on two sparrows, one on my left hip and one on my right hip, with Carpe Diem in script font between them. It’s Latin for Seize the Day. I came up with the quote, wanting something that would be meaningful for Brittan and me.
Brittan said she saw the tattoo in the book, and just knew she would love exploring what was below those bird’s beaks.
Hey, if it means I get blown due to her exploring where my tattoos lead, then so be it.
Sliding her tongue seductively along her bottom lip, she slides my boxers off. “We only have one hour, so we better make it count, Mr. Valentine. After that, it’ll be radio interviews, sound checks, and meeting your parents for the foreseeable future,” pressing her finger to my mouth she gives me a knowing look, “don’t bother arguing with me because you know I’m right. We’re going to be exhausted by the time we get back on the road.”
Who am I to argue with that reasoning?
Sitting up so my back is flush against the headboard, Brittan quickly removes her top, pajama shorts and panties. My dick is so hard right now it’s standing at attention waiting for her to slide her tight perfection around it.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I murmur against her skin, as I trail a path of kisses from her belly ring back up to her nipple ring.
“Mmm…” She moans as she slides down my length. She slides her fingers into my hair, scraping her nails against my scalp. The sensation makes my eyes roll into the back of my head.
Every time I’m inside of her, feeling her warm tight pussy wrapped around my cock, it’s like pure fucking bliss. Brittan is my heaven, hell and everything in between. When I’m fucking her all is right in the world.
Dragging my fingers along her hips, I lift her up and down on my dick. She rotates her hips, massaging the head of my dick and practically making me pass the fuck out.
“Fuck…baby…you sure know how to make a man lose his God damn mind…” I hiss between clenched teeth, as I toss my head back against the headboard.
Brittan moves her hands from my hair down to my shoulders. Her nails dig into me and break the skin, as she holds onto me for dear life while she slides herself from root to tip before slamming back down on top of me.
“Ahh…God…Jordon!” She screams, not caring that our driver can more than likely hear us. She tilts her head back and vocalizes for me how much she loves my cock.
Squeezing her ass, I began rotating my hips, connecting our bodies with hard frenzied thrusts. I feel like I can never get deep enough inside of her. When we’re fucking we’re no longer two people; we become one. It’s the most incredible feeling, especially as she comes around my dick.
I slide my right hand along the side of her body, loving the feeling of her hot smooth skin under my fingers. I work my way up to her neck, fisting a handful of her hair, pulling roughly to tilt her head back and expose her neck.
The instant I yank on her hair I feel her shudder around me. Like the fucking goddess she is, she gets turned on every time I pull her hair while she rides my dick.
I suck, bite, lick and kiss a fiery path from her collar bone up to those lush lips of hers. Biting down on her full bottom lip, I slide my tongue along it and tug on it gently. She drives her nails into me harder and grinds against me at a quickening pace.
Savoring the taste of her pink lemonade lip-gloss, I finally give her what she wants and crush my lips against hers. Our kiss is hard, lustful and raw. Our hunger for each other is all-consuming. It’s as if no matter how hard we kiss or how hard we fuck, we can never get enough of one another.
I’ve let her ride me long enough, now it’s my turn to take the reins.
Pulling away from her mouth, I take in the vision before me. Brittan looks like she’s floating on a high that only I can give her. With those lips, red and swollen from our kiss, bringing me to my fucking knees, stretching into an alluring smile that’s making my heart slam against my fucking chest; she knows she has all the power. She’s had me by the balls since the first night we met.
The need to make her go hoarse from her screams of pleasure only my dick can give her is astounding. Squeezing her hips, I steady her so that she’s sitting on my cock with it eagerly throbbing inside, aching to be massaged once again by her velvety walls.
“Lie down, baby.” I command, motioning my eyes to her side of the bed.
Desire is sparkling in her eyes, as she lies back and lifts her legs giving me full access to my favorite place on earth.
Draping them over my shoulders, I slide the head of my dick around her clit, teasing her before plunging in hard and deep.
“God…Jordon! I swear you’re trying to kill me!” She says between moans mixed with soft laughter. I lean down, slowly circling my tongue around her nipples, teasing both o
f her breasts.
I love how flexible she is.
I can bend her legs over her head effortlessly, which just turns me on even more. I swear my girl is a fucking walking hard on. Just the thought of the things I do to her on a daily basis can give me a boner that’ll last for hours.
The feeling of her legs wrapped around my head, and her pussy around my dick is. Pure. Fucking. Heaven.
“Ooohh, fuck!” I curse, as she squeezes around me. I grip her hips and hold her lower body off the bed as I begin to feverishly pump into her. I’m careful to only slide my cock out leaving the tip inside of her, and drive it back in over and over.
Brittan’s hands are wrapped tightly around my thighs as she tries to hold onto me. Her eyes are closed, and she’s biting down on her bottom lip moaning continuously, it’s as if she’s humming the most erotic song I’ve ever heard.
“Ohh…fuck…Jordon.” She keeps chanting and can I feel her body stiffening as her climax nears. Hearing her moan my name makes my dick grow impossibly hard.
“Do you love my dick inside your pussy?” I ask between thrusts.
God I love that look of elation on her face while I slam into her g-spot. Releasing one of her legs, I lick my fingers and get to work playing her clit like I would my Gibson.
“Oh. My. God. Yes!” She shouts between moans making my dick throb as it threatens to explode at any moment.
“Favorite song, baby?” I ask with a devilish smile dancing across my lips. I tease her clit, pushing her to the edge.
Taking a deep breath, she opens her eyes, and I get lost momentarily in the beauty that is Brittan McKenna.
Fuck. This woman wrecks me with just the slightest glance.
“If I say Lite ‘Em Up, you gotta play it at the concert…God it makes me so horny when I watch you play that song.” Her words are breathy and laced with sex, making my dick throb inside of her.
“Oh, you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be playing that song, and the whole time I’ll be imagining playing you sweetheart.”
Sliding her legs down, she hooks them around my waist and fists the blankets as I get to work pumping my cock into her and playing my girl’s favorite finger fucking song.
Within seconds, she’s tightening around me and arching her back as an orgasm rips through her. Watching her come is the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed in my entire fucking life.
The look of euphoria on Brittan’s face as she orgasms is my undoing. I thrust into her one more time before my body shudders and I come deep inside of her. Her pussy pulsates around my cock milking everything I have in me.
Collapsing on top of her, the sound of our heavy breathing fills the small room. The smell of sex, mixed with Brittan’s fruity body lotion is a delicious concoction filling my nose. Every inch of my body is humming from the orgasm I just had. Nothing compares to this moment.
Not even being on stage.
“That was very, very nice.” Brittan whispers breathlessly while sliding her nails up and down my back.
Leaning up on my elbows, I smile down at her, “I definitely think this helped pass the time. What do you say we jump in the shower and find a way to pass the next forty minutes?”
Nodding, she holds my face between her delicate little hands and pulls me down to her for a kiss.
The adrenaline that shoots through my body every time our lips meet is addicting. I crave the taste of her every second of the day. I ache for the euphoric high that I only get when our mouths are tangled together in soul shattering kisses.
My true moments of happiness are when it’s just her and me blending into one, as our bodies connect on a level I’ve never experienced with anyone else.
I am falling in love with this woman.
I feel it every time we have sex or even when she smiles at me from across the room. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I pray to every God known to fucking man that she loves me too because there’s no walking away from this one.
“I love the way your mind works.” My heart stops for a beat then fires back up when I hear the word love flow from her lips.
That confirms what I’ve known deep down. I love Brittan. Now I just hope when I finally get the courage to speak those three words to her; she’ll repeat them back to me.
Brittan
“Are you nervous about meeting Jordon’s parents tomorrow?” Roxie asks me, while I sit for the hairstylist my label sent over to my hotel room. He works on teasing my hair, which was just colored dark cherry red. Roxie loved it the second she saw it, and I can’t wait to see what Jordon thinks.
Roxie and I are FaceTiming while I get my hair and make-up done. I feel like since we have been back on the road, I’ve barely spoken to Roxie. Between her schedule and mine, we are lucky if we get five seconds to talk in a day. So here I am multi-tasking.
Holden, Casper, Nash, Levi and I, along with Jordon and his bandmates, have a radio interview this afternoon with a local rock station here in Chicago. We’re doing an in studio acoustic session and chatting with the host of the afternoon show about our tour and concert tomorrow night.
“Nervous doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’m meeting his mom and dad tomorrow, plus his two brothers. I pray they like me. It would really suck to finally find someone I connect with on such a deep level, and then to have his family disapprove.”
Roxie rolls her eyes, and dramatically waves her hands in front of the screen, “Seriously, Brittan. You are always such a Negative Nancy. They are going to love you!”
“Whatever you say. I doubt they want their son settling down with a chick who’s a Rock Star for a living. They probably had hopes he’d settle down with someone who’d want to be a perfect little housewife. Plus it’s not like I can hide my past mistakes from them. Especially since everything has been aired for the world to see.”
“Sorry, Brittan. We need to start working on your make-up.” Valerie, my make-up artist while in Chicago, says gently tapping me on the shoulder.
I let out a small sigh. Well, we got to chat for a few minutes. Even talking to Roxie for just fifteen minutes has calmed my nerves a little.
“Sorry, Rox. I gotta go. I’ll text you after I’m done so you can see the finished product.”
Waving at the screen Roxie gives me an all teeth smile, “Bye girly, and don’t worry everything will be fine!”
Our limo pulls up to the front of the skyscraper that the radio station’s studio is in. As soon as I glance out the tinted windows I spot a few paparazzi lurking around.
It’s ridiculous that these people make a living out of stalking celebrities.
Squeezing my hand, Jordon presses a quick kiss to my bright red lips, “Ready?” He asks, as the door to the limo opens.
“Yup.” I beam back at him before he slides out and holds his hand out to me, helping me get out of the car.
I’m wearing a tight red leather strapless dress and black peep toe suede heels with a tight fitting leather jacket. Sonja, my manager, said to dress in something hot and edgy because the studio is going to be taking our photos to post on their social media sites and website.
Our concert this Friday is sold out. We’ve been told the station’s social media sites have been blowing up all day. While we are at the station, they will be giving away two front row tickets and VIP backstage passes.
Jordon wraps his arm tightly around my waist, and we make our way towards the entrance trying to ignore the flashes and beeps of the digital cameras that are going off around us.
We’re surrounded by press shouting a million questions at us as we make our way inside. Ever since we confirmed our relationship, it’s been insane. I don’t know how many shots they can take of us walking down the street and still find it interesting and front page newsworthy.
Upon entering the radio studio, we notice they have our bar stools scattered around one end of the large table full of mics. The DJ introduced himself then led us over to the end of the studio and told us to sit anywhere we wanted. It’s go
ing to be a group interview over the next hour, so it doesn’t matter who sits where.
After we finish the interview, Beyond Redemption will play an acoustic version of Falling Into Darkness, followed by Tempting Tomorrow performing their newest single, Goodbye Chicago. It’s been climbing the charts over the last few weeks, and the popularity for the song is spreading like wildfire.
From what Jordon has told me, Zane and Jordon co-wrote it together last summer just before they left on their first tour. So far their debut album, that was released last November, has already hit gold and is getting close to platinum status. It’ll be a huge milestone for Jordon and his bandmates.
As soon as our asses hit our seats the interview began. We spend the next thirty minutes answering questions about the tour and if any of us have done any crazy pranks on any of the other members in the bands.
“In the next ten minutes our listeners will hear Beyond Redemption’s number one hit from two years ago, Misery and when you do, be caller twelve to win two front row tickets and backstage passes. Until then we’re chatting with Beyond Redemption and Tempting Tomorrow.”
I’ve been waiting the entire interview for them to ask me or Jordon about our relationship. Thirty minutes into it, it’s finally asked.
The DJ known as Wild Willy, turns his eyes towards me while keeping his mouth pressed to the mic.
“I know all our listeners are dying to know, Brittan, what’s it like dating Jordon? I think it’s safe to say pretty much every woman in America wishes they were dating one of the most eligible Rock Stars of 2014.” He slides his gaze from me to Jordon laughing, as he mentions the thousands of women who fill the arenas each week, screaming out to Jordon to marry them. “Your fans wanna know.”
Jordon lets out a deep husky laugh, and he rakes his fingers through his hair. He’s nervous, and I find it hilarious because he is always Mr. Cool-Calm-and-Collected.
Leaning forward on my elbows, I bring my mic to my mouth and give Jordon a playful glance before answering. “Well, I don’t blame all those women for wanting to be with him. Jordon has to be the most charismatic man I’ve ever met. He constantly keeps me on my toes and has made this tour the most memorable. We’ve had so much fun touring together. I never expected us to go from friends to a relationship, but I can certainly say this is the happiest I’ve been in a very long time.”
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