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.