Page 53 of Another Postcard

I threw my head back and laughed, the sound reverberating through the rafters. “Deal.”

We still had the fan meet and greet, so we snuck off to an empty dressing room and she held to her promise and rode the fuck out of me. Afterward, we tried to straighten up as much as we could, then gave up and proudly wore the “thoroughly fucked” look with pride. When the interlude with the fans was finally over, we all piled into a couple of SUVs and they took us to our hotel. We were performing three shows in London before hitting Manchester for two nights on the way to a show in Dublin. It was a crazy schedule and it wouldn’t get any better for some time. Which meant, the smart thing to do, was to get some rest. We decided to trash that option. We were in our early twenties for fuck’s sake, we had a responsibility to be stupid sometimes. And yet, after hitting a couple parties and stumbling into the hotel at three in the morning, Chloe was still complaining about not having anything to work with.

“Chloe, I’m starting to wonder where all of this negativity is coming from,” Sasha said, with only a slight slur. “Do we need to get you laid?”

“I volunteer as tribute,” Simon called out, raising his hand in the air and leering at Chloe. She rolled her eyes and stomped off.

“Sasha, I think you may have hit the nail on the head, girl.” Brooklynn and Sasha shared a look that, as a man, I would never be able to decipher.

“Speaking of getting nailed…” I said under my breath.

Brooklynn poked me in the side but she snickered and bit her lip to hide a smile. “Night, guys!” she trilled before making a beeline for the elevator.

The next two nights in London, the audiences were even better. By the time we got to Dublin, a lot of the negative hype about Brooklynn’s and my relationship had died down and we started to relax. Also, “Like Her” had gained so much popularity over the internet, that they begged for it as an encore when it wasn’t included in the line up.

When the lights went dark for the final time in Dublin, I dragged Brooklynn off stage and attacked her mouth. “I can’t fucking get enough of you, Brooklynn Hawk.”

“Someone find these two a closet before they start making babies right here on the floor!” Sasha’s loud comment from right behind me caused us to jump, ending our mini make-out session. I shrugged unapologetically while Brooklynn smiled with a mixture of sappy and sheepishness. It was adorable.

Sasha’s wise-crack had me thinking. Brooklynn and I were a long, long ways off from even thinking about kids. But, there wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that she was it. The one. As we walked hand in hand to the green room, my eyes strayed to our laced fingers. I brought them up and kissed the back of her hand, then. . .I kissed the fourth knuckle. There was no hurry, but it was something to think about.

Erin was waiting for us and she discreetly waved a piece of paper and jerked her head toward the exit. I kissed Brooklynn quickly. “I need to grab something before we hit the rope line.” She nodded and wandered over to talk with Kristi, Emma, and Matteo. I slipped out the door to the hallway that led to the back exit where we would eventually leave. Erin and 2.0 were waiting for me, looking decidedly freaked. “What’s up, guys?”

Erin held out her hand and I reached out to take whatever—no fucking way.It was another fucking postcard.

Sone of a bitch!

“Brooklynn isn’t to know about this, got it?” I stressed and waited until they nodded. I didn’t want it weighing on her mind. They left and I was alone. Fury built inside me until I was consumed with it, feeling murderous. I banged my fist on the wall. “Fuck!”

30

Brooklynn

It was finally startingto sink in that I was officially a part of Stone Butterfly, which was incredible enough, but to be sharing it with the most amazing man I’d ever met, it was a little surreal. Baylee seemed to be doing really well with Penny too, which set my mind at ease a little more every day. The first few days away from Baylee, I had second-guessed my decision a million times, but I spoke to her more often than I had before and that also helped.

We flew to Milan almost a month after rejoining the band and I was excited to visit Italy for the first time. I’d begun learning Italian in high school. Baylee heard it one day and she’d loved the sound and frequently asked me to talk to her in the language. I’d gone on to become fluent and even taught Baylee to speak it a little. In the process, I’d fallen in love with all things Italian and had vowed to get there some day. Now, not only was I going to check that off my bucket list, I was going to get to sing there. We wouldn’t have much time in Milan, just the concert, then on to Rome where we would have a few extra days. Levi was so excited to take me around the city and his enthusiasm was adorable

The audience had been even more excited when they realized I spoke their language. We had a little fun with my band mates, teasing them in Italian, knowing they couldn’t understand and treating it like a private joke between me and the fans. Emma spoke a little as well and she was cracking up and throwing in her own comments from time to time. “Ciao, Milan!” I yelled as we ended the concert and ran off of the stage. Levi grabbed my hand and without a word, dragged me away. He took me to a hallway behind the stage and tried every doorknob until he seemed to find what he was looking for. I found myself being shoved into a storage closet and then pushed up against the door once he’d closed and locked it.

“If I haven’t told you before,” he growled. “It’s fucking hot when you speak Italian.” His mouth crashed down onto mine and his hands went to my ass, pressing me into the large, extremely hard bulge in his jeans. “After singing our song together, and all that fucking sexy talking, I can’t wait, baby.” He lifted me and I put my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together. “I need to fuck younow.”

His hips nailed me to the door while his hand yanked down the neckline of my strapless corset top. The boning held my breasts up like a shelf and Levi grunted his approval, palming them as he returned to kissing me fervently. My nipples were already pebbled but they tightened further as his thumbs brushed over them. I whimpered and slid my hands into his hair, clenching it in my fists as I arched into him.

“You have the most perfect tits, baby.” His head descended and he bit down on a nipple, before soothing it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. At the same time, he trailed a hand down my body, tunneling it under my skirt. He ran a finger up the seam of my tights and underwear. “Fucking drenched.” Somehow, he was able to pull the fabric away and twist it in his fist wrenching it until it ripped down the center. I heard the faint sound of his zipper and a second later, my head smacked into the door when I threw it back as he thrust his cock balls deep into my pussy.

“Levi!” I cried out as he began to slam into me, his mouth switching to my other nipple while his hand twisted and plucked at the abandoned one.

“I’m not going to last, Brooklynn,” he said through clenched teeth after he let my nipple pop from his mouth. “Fuck!”

My hands fell to his shoulders and I held on, digging in for more leverage. “Yes! Harder Levi!”

He lost all rhythm and pumped in and out wildly, bending his knees slightly to change the angle so he was hitting that sensitive spot inside me each time. He fucked me like a damn animal, even growling as dirty talk fell from his lips. I was yelling who the fuck knew what and bucking my hips to create even more friction. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me back, yeah. Fuck! Squeeze that pussy! Fuck yes!”

“I’m so close, Levi! Yes! Don’t stop!” He glided a hand down and on the next thrust, he pinched my clit hard while sucking as much of my breast into his mouth as he could fit and sucking, hollowing out his cheeks. I screamed and blew apart.

“Fuck, baby. I love hearing you scream my name when you come around my cock, it’s—fuck! Fuck!” His voice was strained and he buried his face in my neck, sucking the skin as he drove in one more time before his head fell back and he bellowed my name.

We stayed like that, our harsh breaths the only sound around us. When the shudders began to subside, he kissed my lips, then trailed them down my jaw to my neck and nibbled on the skin there.

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