Page 53 of Renegade

“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.

We are on the final stretch of the tour and I’ll admit I’m sad. I don’t want it to end. I’ve never had so much fun, felt more alive or more loved than I have these past few weeks. I’ve grown even closer to each of these amazing people with each passing day, especially Fitz. I wasn’t sure when this whole thing started, with me losing my job and trying something so completely different, how it would go. This has proven to me that every risk has its reward and I will never again question that.

Fitz and I made the tabloids, paper, and countless radio shows when the news got out we were a couple. It blew my mind how invested they were with wanting to know everything about our relationship, but that just proves how popular he his. I can’t go anywhere now without someone looking to take my photo, asking if I’m leaving Fitz or if we are getting married. I just laugh and ignore them. Fitz, of course, has hired a body guard for me that is with me anytime he isn’t. At first I protested, but a few nights ago a groupie tried to jump me and I was never so thankful to have someone between us.

My bank account is dwindling quickly and that is the only thing that has me worried. I need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. Unfortunately, I used my final paycheck and spent it all on clothes. I know I shouldn’t have, but the clothes I had just don’t exactly reflect who I am anymore. I love who I am now and these clothes show that. Fitz wanted to give me money, but I refused. I love that he wants to do these things for me, but I’m not really good with accepting help. Even if it is from the man I love.