As an anniversary gift Fitz wrote out the lyrics to the song he wrote for me and had it framed. What made it even more stunning, was a photo of him singing it. I couldn’t stop the tears, but they were good ones, the only ones I shed now. It seems the longer we are together, the more in love we are.
Speaking of love, Ralph has gone and gotten himself a girlfriend, Leah. She’s a sweet girl and sort of reminds me of myself when I first met everyone. She’s shy, but definitely more of a party girl than I was. They met at ‘Train’ of all places. She is a bartender and gave us all a round of drinks on her. Ralph went to thank her and they’ve been together since. Of course, the guys are all too happy to have a bartender among us now. It makes me laugh when they beg her to mix them a drink. Like the poor girl hasn’t done it all night at work.
Ethen on the other hand, well he’s still playing the field. He has no intention on settling down, and honestly I wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s our comic relief, our honest to a fault and downright dirty friend. I’m not sure there is a girl out there that will ever get him to change his ways, but stranger things have happened. Hell, I’m a pop star now.
The guys come in, on their intermission and Fitz comes right over to me. He’s sweating and it makes me want to lick him clean. I wrap my arms around him and he squeezes my ass. “Damn, it’s like I wasn’t just inside you this morning,” he whispers, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
“Thank God we have a hotel room,” I joke and we both laugh.
“And we are going to give that bed a good workout tonight,” he says, giving me that sexy wink of his.
“Where’s my baby girl?” Poppy calls out and Faith goes waddling over to her. She scoops her up and smiles at me. “Was she good?”
“Of course she was. She loves hanging out with her Aunt Brooklyn,” I say.
Fitz kisses me, letting our tongues explore the other’s mouth, before he abruptly pulls away. “I can’t wait until it’s us. A beautiful baby girl that looks just like you. Fuck, I’ll love her so much,” he says searching my eyes.
Since Faith has been born, he says things like this all the time. He constantly talks about when we have a baby or when we get married. It always makes me a bit weak in the knees when he says those things, because it’s something I too want so badly one day. The thought of marrying him, taking his last name and wearing his ring gives me butterflies. And the thought of being pregnant with his child, there are no words for how it makes me feel. It will be one of the happiest days of my life.
“One day,” I say, kissing his sweaty lips.
“Did anyone else notice the groupies hanging around? Fuck, I’m hard just looking at them,” Ethen says, rubbing his cock.
“Hey. Little ears. Watch your d.a.m.n mouth,” Nate says and spells, taking Faith from Poppy’s arms.
He covers his mouth and laughs. “Fuck, I mean shit, crap, sorry.” He’s such a fucking idiot.
“No, we didn’t notice the groupies, the rest of us have grown up and are in real relationships. Maybe you’ll try it one day,” Ralph says, grinning.
“Nah, I like my life,” Ethen replies.
“Hey baby?” Fitz says, getting my attention. “We have two songs and then you’re coming out to sing the last few with us. You ready?”
I love that he still thinks I need to be prepped to get on stage. “Fitz, you know I’m more relaxed when I’m walking out to you. Stop worrying,” I say, smiling at him.
“When will you realize I’ll never stop worrying about you? You are my world,” he says and I can’t help but slam my mouth against his. He lifts me up and my black leather skirt rides up, probably showing my thong and ass off to the rest of them. Thing is, I don’t care anymore. I’m not the girl I used to be. I’m not shy or uncomfortable with who I am. I’ve been told enough times that I’m beautiful that I see it now. I’ve learned to love myself as much as Fitz and everyone else loves me.
Fitz moves his hands and rests them on my bare ass, causing me to moan in his mouth. He breaks the kiss and grins at me. “We need to find a bathroom,” I breathlessly suggest.
“Fuck,” he kisses and puts me to the floor. “How much longer until we go back on?” He asks looking around.
Poppy looks at her phone and winks. “You have fifteen minutes.”
He looks down at me and chuckles. “Plenty of time.” He pulls me across the room to the bathroom and he locks the door behind us. He pushes my skirt up and pulls my panties off, shoving them in his pocket, while I make quick work of unbuttoning his pants and pushing them and his boxers down. He rolls on a condom and lifts me up.
He starts kissing my neck and down to my breasts. He pushes my strapless shirt down and my heavy breasts spill out. He bites down on one of my nipples and slams into me simultaneously. “Fitz,” I moan out grabbing his hair.
He begins a punishing pace and my over sensitive body is burning with need. I let out a loud moan and he nips my lip. “Fuck, you feel so good. It still feels as fucking amazing as it did the first time,” he breathes against my lips.
My body is tightening already, bringing me close to orgasm. His words still have that effect on me. “I’m so close.”
“Oh baby, let go. Come on me, let that tight pussy pull my orgasm from me,” he grunts out.
I reach down and rub my own clit, bringing my orgasm ripping through me. “Fitz,” I scream as my body is wrapped in ecstasy.
“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.
Suddenly a spotlight hits the stage and it is aimed at Fitz, who is down on one knee in front of me. I gasp and hold my hand against my mouth. “Brooklyn Adler, I love you more than words or music could ever express. You walked into my life and with a smile made me want to be a better man. I’ve never felt more alive or complete since you’ve been mine. I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you. Would you do me the honor of making me the luckiest son of a bitch and marrying me?”
I can’t stop the tears, even with this huge smile on my face. “Oh my God, Fitz. Yes, yes I will marry you,” I choke out around the lump in my throat. The crowd goes absolutely crazy at this point.
He places the ring on my finger and once he does, he stands up and lifts me up, crashing his mouth to mine. In this moment, all of my dreams have come true. I wanted a man who would kiss me in front of the world and not care, and here he is. Crosby Fitzgerald, the love of my life, the man who made every dream I had or didn’t know I had come true.
I’m not the girl I was a few years ago, I’m so much more, because of Fitz. My more.
The End
Poppy wanted to clear a few things up. Check out what she has to say in Poppy’s Confession
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Acknowledgements
My Bitches! I don’t know what I would do without each and every one of you. You are the most amazing support team anyone could ever be lucky enough to have. You make me laugh, cry (tears of happiness of course) and brighten every single day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you do for me. I love you all.
I could not have done this without the love and support of my beta readers who are also my amazing friends. Alexandra Godfrey, Lizette Palleschi, Angel Follansbee and Helena Rizzuto. Thank you for pointing out things that I may want to fix and for loving my story. You girls have no idea how much confidence you gave me. I love you all more then you could ever imagine. Thank you for making me laugh, smile and cry tears of pure happiness. You all have a special place in my heart!
My amazing friend who has never once made me feel otherwise, Alexandra Godfrey (Ally). Thank you for everything you do for me, from being my PA to listening to everything I have to say, making me laugh and making sense out of so many things. You’ve been there from the start and I can’t tell you how much that means to me.
Lizette Palleschi for being such a fabulous friend and huge support. I honestly don’t know what I would do with you. Thank you for always being you. Love your face.
A special thanks to Cora Kenborn for being such an amazing friend. Thank you for all the late night sprints, for pushing me and for giving me so much encouragement. Not the mention the countless laughs. #MG
Tiffany J West and Dawn Sullivan, I don’t know what I would do without the both of you. We are cheerleaders for one another and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you ladies so much! #3some
A special thanks to my Turtle Tree Editing for being kick ass. Thank you for making my book the best it can be. I love the friendship we have formed. My formatter Silla Webb, thank you for making my book beautiful. It would be incomplete without you. My cover designer Melissa Gill for making me the most beautiful covers. You all have a talent that I am so thankful you share with me! Thank you xx
To all the blogs and bloggers that help spread the word, read my books and write amazing reviews. Without you the Indie world would be a much harder place. I can’t thank you enough for all the support you have given me. You are all my rock stars!
A special thanks to my husband Russell. You put up with a lot, don’t think I don’t appreciate it. You shell out a lot of money to make my dreams come true. Thank you for your support. I love you.
Thank you to my three amazing kids, Russell Jr, Jeanette and Hailey. Holly you too. Thank you for understanding how important writing is to me and for helping me so much so I have time to get it all done. For dealing with a grumpy mom a lot of the time. Most of all thank you for being four of the best kids a mom could have. I love you all with all my heart!
To each and every one of my readers, without you I am nothing. I cannot thank you enough for being along for the journey. You are the reason I love doing what I do, so thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love you all so hard.
About the Author
Heather Dahlgren writes Contemporary Romance, sprinkling each book with a bit of humor, a lot of naughty and true love. She self-published her first book in 2014 and continues to do so today. Her over active mind promises the stories are in no short supply.
Heather grew up and still resides at the Jersey shore. She loves being so close to the Atlantic Ocean and the Pine Barrens. She is surrounded by the best of both worlds.
She is married to her high school sweetheart and has three kids. There is nothing more important in the world to her then
her family.
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