“Fuck Brooklyn. When you touch yourself when I’m fucking you, it’s the hottest fucking thing,” he growls out.
Thoughts of all the videos we’ve made over the last year and a half flood my thoughts. We have made some of the sexiest videos I’ve ever seen. Watching him fuck me, slap my ass and me screaming his name. The ones of us both masturbating or giving the other oral. Damn, just thinking about them makes me wish we were home to make one right now.
“Brooklyn,” he shouts when his release finds him. He slams his mouth to mine and we kiss until we are both breathless. He looks into my eyes and presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper.
He puts me down and we both quickly get dressed again. I go over to the mirror and realize I need to grab my makeup and fix myself before I get on stage. Fitz comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me. “Remember the first time we were in the bathroom together?” he asks, smiling.
I smile at him through the mirror. “I remember perfectly.”
“I wanted to kiss you so badly. I’d never wanted something so much before,” he says, reflecting back.
“I was terrified you would and terrified you wouldn’t,” I confess.
“I’ll kiss you the rest of my life baby. I promise you that.” He presses a soft kiss under my ear and I close my eyes.
“Fitz, we need to go man. Hurry the fuck up,” Ethen yells through the door. We both walk out, hand and hand with huge smiles on our faces. “Damn, those are the faces of two satisfied people.”
Fitz smacks Ethen upside the head and we laugh when he rubs it whining about how much it hurt. Fitz kisses me again and rests his forehead on mine. “I’ll see you out there.”
They leave and I rush to the bathroom to fix myself up. Poppy and Faith come in and I smile. “My two favorite girls.”
“Faith wanted to see what you were doing,” Poppy says, sitting her up on the sink.
“I’m just fixing my makeup before I go on,” I say, using my blush brush and rubbing it lightly on Faith’s face.
“I can’t believe in a few weeks you go off on your own tour. What the hell are we going to do without you?” Poppy pouts in the mirror.
I giggle and fix the curls in my hair. “You guys will make it without me. Hell, you did it without me for years.”
“It’s different now, but you know that. I know I haven’t said it lately, but I’m so fucking proud of you. I knew all along this is who you were meant to be. You were just hiding behind that routine and dorky ass men.” She lifts up Faith and wraps her
arm around me. “I’m so proud of your success and that I’m the one that told you to shave your vag.”
We both laugh and I smack her arm. “That’s what you take from this whole thing?”
She shrugs her shoulders and laughs. “Brooklyn, that shit was scary.”
“Brooklyn, you are needed side stage,” my manager interrupts.
I hug Poppy, kissing the top of Faith’s head. “Thank you for making me come out to New York. You changed my life,” I say and walk out before my emotions get the best of me.
I stand on the side of the stage and the stage manager hands me my mic. I watch as Fitz and the guys kill their set. It never ceases to amaze me how extraordinarily talented they are. Anytime I am able to make an appearance with them, makes me so damn excited. I feel like I’m preforming with family. Just then the beginning of our song starts and the crowd goes insane. They now know that I’m here and they are so excited.
Fitz starts the first few lines and right before the chorus, I step out onto stage and the spotlight hits me. The volume gets to a deafening level as I make my way to Fitz. When I reach him we sing the chorus and I take the next verse. That’s how we wrote it, he sings a verse, we both sing the chorus and I sing a verse until the song is over. The crowd are on their feet screaming, whistling and clapping. It is the most uplifting feeling.
Fitz leans over and presses a quick kiss to my lips. “You all know the beautiful and talented Brooklyn,” he says and they respond with the same level of excitement as when I stepped out.
I smile and hold my mic up. “Thank you all so much,” I say.
“I know most of you know that Brooklyn will be going on tour soon and as her boyfriend I couldn’t be more proud of her. Even if I am going to miss the fuck out of her,” he says, looking over at me with a wink.
I’m not exactly sure what to make of all of this because it’s not how we usually do this. We usually go right into the next song after he introduces me, so I look at the guys and they are all just watching him. I decide to do the same and continue to stand there.
“Not too many people know how Brooklyn and I met, but it was through a mutual friend, our band manager, Poppy. She convinced Brooklyn to come to New York to hang out for a while. Thankfully, she agreed because the minute she smiled at me, my heart stopped and my world turned upside down.” I have no idea what he is doing, but listening to his sweet description makes it impossible not to smile. “She wasn’t like any woman I’d ever met, hell she still isn’t. She wasn’t falling at my feet, hanging on my every word and hoping to spend the night with me. Nope, my girl didn’t even know our songs.” There are a few boo’s from the crowd and I laugh. “Yeah, tell me about it,” he says chuckling. “I won’t bore you with the details of how we ended up here, the important thing is we did.”
He nods to the side stage and I turn to see who is there. I don’t see anyone of importance, but before I can even turn around, all the lights go down. It is pitch black on the stage. My heart is pumping with nerves, because this is definitely not part of the set. “Fitz?” I whisper, feeling blind.