Page 62 of Renegade
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.