The Music We Make

When I got to the studio the next day, I made sure to get there early to work on my music some more. I didn’t care that much if someone walked in on me anymore; they had all heard me sing and had encouraged me to do so. At this point I felt much more comfortable around the boys, especially since the awkwardness between Brian and I had developed into a relationship.

The thought of it made me smile. I was excited to make it known to everyone today too. I hoped it went as well as it had when I told Andi last night. I hadn’t got the chance to tell her earlier because she had been so stressed from work and studying, so I told her when we had dinner together last night. She was so excited that she hopped out of her chair to give me a hug, telling me that she knew it would happen.

I smiled as I strummed my guitar, feeling really good about everything happening in my life right now. I had the best job, a great best friend, and a super sexy rock star boyfriend. I giggled at the thought of it; it was crazy that I was dating someone who was somewhat famous and was considered a guitar genius. I could only imagine what it would be like to see him perform live or what it would be like to be on tour with a rock star.

I frowned at the thought of this, though; I was worried already about what our future may hold. One of my strengths was making sure everything in my life is well thought out and planned, but this was also one of my weaknesses. I had a hard time letting go and just having fun with things without knowing where they lead. I had dated the guy for two days and I was already worrying about what would happen months from now. I sighed, mad at myself. I wanted to really enjoy this relationship, have fun with it. But I also really liked this man and wanted it to last.

I tried to shake the thoughts from my head as I continued working on my music. I hadn’t recorded the song that Brian and I worked on together yet, so I went into the booth to record the part I had sung. I had only gotten through the first few lines of the song when Brian entered the studio. He waved at me from outside of the booth, and I smiled back as I kept singing. I finished my take, and he hit the button from outside of the booth to talk to me.

“Beautiful as ever, Rosie,” he said.

“Thanks!” I said, packing up my stuff to leave the booth. I walked out, stopped the recording, and then quickly turned to Brian to kiss him.

He put his arms around me after the kiss and said, “Do you want me to record it with you?”

I raised my eye brows, “Oh! I was going to just record both parts myself, but now that you
mention it…”

“Like I said, I really think that song is meant to be a duet. I’d love to help you out if you need it.”

I nodded, “That would be so great, Bri. If I ever sell it I’ll make sure you get money for it too.”

He shrugged, “I know you’ll sell it, my Rose. But don’t worry about me. You wrote it and everything, I just sang along.”

I blushed when he called me ‘my Rose.’ It was so sweet. I reached up and gave him a kiss, wrapping my arms around my neck. He deepened the kiss, gently touching his tongue against my bottom lip, opening my mouth so he could enter. His right hand moved through my hair as his left hand moved down toward my ass. Before he could squeeze, a wolf whistle made me jump, breaking away from him.

“Holy shit!” I heard Johnny say, cracking up as he saw us jump apart from each other. “I had no fucking clue.”

“What’s happening?!” Matt yelled from the kitchen. He poked his head in the room and grinned when he saw us standing there, blushes on both of our cheeks.

Brian moved so that his arms weren’t around me anymore, scratching the back of his neck.
He laughed sheepishly before saying, “Yeah, I was going to tell you guys.”

“Tell us what?” Zack asked as he entered the room. Jimmy followed behind him, a grin on his face, as if he already knew what was happening.

“Well, Rosie and I are dating,” he told them.

“YES!” Jimmy yelled, pumping his fists into the air. “I KNEW it when I saw you two yesterday, practically making out on the couch!”

I laughed, but before I could say anything else, Brian put his arm around me and said. “Yep, she’s my girlfriend. Now that that’s settled, let’s make some fucking music.”

Girlfriend. So he used the word. I couldn’t help but smile, and that smile did not leave my face all damn day.

-0-

After we were done recording for the day, Brian held back to wait for me. He looked oddly nervous, shifting back and forth from foot to foot as he waited for me to pack up my things.

“You ok?” I asked with a small chuckle. I walked up to him and slinked my arms around his waist. He quit fidgeting then and a small smile adorned his face as he wrapped his arms around me in return.

He nodded at me then said, “Rosie, I want to take you out on a proper date. Do things that traditional way, you know?”

I smiled and said, “That would be nice.”

“Tonight? I could come pick you up at seven?”

I hugged him tighter, saying, “That would be perfect. Let me go home to get ready.”

“You look perfect already,” he said softly, kissing the top of my head.

We parted ways so we could both go home and get ready for the night. I felt nervous, anxious, and excitement wrapped up all in one. The whole ride home all I could think about was what I wanted to wear.

Andi wasn’t home when I got there, but I saw a note on the kitchen table from her. It said that she was doing a short shift at work, then would be at her school’s 24-hour library to study for her test. I sighed, worried about her; she was hardly sleeping because of how busy she was. But, the test tomorrow; I couldn’t blame her for wanting to study as much as possible.

I took a quick shower to wash my body so I could smell as nice as possible. I decided to use my curling wand to give myself some soft curls, then re-applied my dark makeup. I even added some dark red lipstick. Deciding what to wear, though, was a much more stressful event. But, in the end, I decided on a simple black dress that had an A-line skirt, cap sleeves, and an open back. It showed off my tattoo of a bird rather nicely if I moved my hair out of the way. I put on a pair of nice sandals and I was ready to go.

Brian knocked at my door a few moments later; right on time. I grabbed my purse and keys and opened the door, shocked when I saw him there. He had shaved his small patch of facial hair, his hair was combed out to look purposely wild, and he had on tight black jeans, a gray V-neck shirt, and the coolest leather jacket I had ever seen. With his sunglasses on his face, he looked like James Dean and he was making me swoon.

“Wow,” we both whispered at the same time, causing us both to laugh awkwardly.

“You ready to go, my Rose?” he asked, putting out his hand for me to take it.

I nodded, taking his hand, then followed him out the door, locking it behind me. He wouldn’t tell me where we were going, but he assured me that I would love it. I followed him to his car, and before he got in, he opened my door and helped me inside. I could tell he was going out of his way to be a true gentleman for me.

He had on Duran Duran and I teased him about his music taste. We talked about music and our favorite guilty pleasures the rest of the way there. Eventually Brian pulled up to a restaurant that was right on the beach. It wasn’t super fancy, but it wasn’t a dive bar either. It had the cutest patio that we could sit at and watch the water.

“This is one of my favorite places in the whole area,” Brian said. “The views are amazing and the food is amazing. Have you been here?”

I shook my head. “No, but it looks great!”

Brian told me to wait when he got out of the car. He jogged over to my side, opened the door for me, and then took my hand to help me out. I giggled at the cuteness of it all. He kept my hand in his as he led me inside. We were taken to a seat on the back patio so we could enjoy the warmth of the evening and watch the sunset while we ate. Candles were lit at every table and fairly lights were strung from the patio’s roof. It was such a romantic spot for us to have our first date.

Brian ordered us wine and we talked about our families. He told me about his parents and siblings, and how close everyone was to each other. I didn’t speak much about mine until he asked me outright.

“Well, it’s been just me and my mom for a long time,” I told him. “My dad passed away when I was eleven. He had cancer. My parents struggled to have children, so I’m an only child.”

“Wow, Rosie, I’m sorry about your dad,” Brian said, grabbing my hand.

I smiled. “Thanks. It’s still hard sometimes when I hear people talk about all of their fond memories they have with their fathers, but at the same time, I am so blessed to have had such an amazing father while I could. He was the best,” I said, pausing a moment to catch my breath. It had always been hard to talk about this. “He called me his little song bird.”

Brian smiled and said, “That’s perfect, I love that.”

“I got the bird tattoo on my back for him,” I told him. The tattoo was not only a bird, but its body was made of a treble clef.

“Yeah, I saw that earlier. It’s beautiful,” he told me.

“Thank you,” I said. Before I could say anything more, the waiter came to take our order. I was honestly grateful for the interruption, but Brian brought it back up as soon as he left.

“So are you and your mom close?” he asked.

I shook my head and said, “Not really. Things changed when he died. She really did try her hardest, but there’s always been a distance between us. We still talk here and there, but I don’t see her often. She still lives in Ohio.”

“Ohio?” he said, surprised.

“Yeah, that’s where I’m from,” I said with a chuckle. “Did I not tell you that?”

He shook his head, “No, you didn’t. When did you move here, then?”

“For college. I wanted to get away from home and start a new life. High school wasn’t the best for me, I didn’t have a ton of friends, and I just needed a fresh start. I also knew I wanted to be part of the music industry, so what better place than California? I lived in L.A. for a while before moving here.”

“I always wondered why you called it pop instead of soda and why you say certain things a little goofy,” he said with a smile. “Makes sense now.”

I rolled my eyes, laughing at his remarks. “You’re the one who says things weird!”

We laughed and joked, talked about our lives and what it was like to live in California. It meant different things to us because we had different experiences, but we both agreed that it was paradise here. He asked me about how I got my job, about how I met Andi, and every detail about me. We didn’t even notice the sunset because of how engrossed we were in our conversation, and it wasn’t until the waiter informed us that they would be closing shortly that we decided to leave.

We decided to take a short walk on the beach before calling it a night. I took off my shoes so I could walk through the water. Brian did the same, rolling up his pants a bit to join me. We didn’t walk far before he stopped me, hands circling around my waist. He leaned down, kissing me softly. I could hear the waves crashing in the background, but as Brian deepened the kiss, it was like the whole world behind me disappeared. His tongue roamed my mouth, dancing with my own. His hands moved through my hair as he pulled me closer to him and I moved my hands from his hair to around his neck.

He broke the kiss then, planting one soft kiss on my check before letting me go. He said, “It’s late.”

I nodded, then followed him to where our shoes were. That kiss had left my body tingling and I wanted more. Was this date really about to end?

We walked hand-in-hand to the car and he helped me in again. The ride home was quiet as we enjoyed the music on the radio. When we got to my apartment, he helped me out of the car again, then walked me to my door.

“I had a great time,” I told him, leaning against the door frame.

“Me too, Rosie,” he said, leaning down to kiss me. Before he could break away, though, I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. I roughly entered my tongue into his mouth, taking charge of the moment. I didn’t want him to be the perfect gentleman anymore. I wanted more.

I broke away the kiss, quickly getting out my keys to unlock the door. I grabbed his hand, pulling him inside. I pulled him in again for another kiss and I felt him melt into me, which turned me on so much.

“Are you sure?” he asked in between kisses.

“Yes,” I said quickly, kicking the door shut behind me as we continued to kiss. I broke from him for a moment to lock the door, then immediately attached myself to him again, passionately kissing him. His instincts kicked in and he pushed me against the wall, hands as my hips and slowly sliding up. His tongue continued to lash against my own as his hands brushed against my breasts, causing me to moan. I felt him smile against my mouth, and he moved away, taking his kisses from my mouth to my neck. I shivered at the touch of his tongue on my collarbone. His hands moved from my breast back to my hips before he moved away from my neck to look me in the eye.

I stepped away from the wall, grabbing his hand to lead him to my bedroom. I closed the door behind us, then pulled him towards the bed. All I wanted to do was push him down and straddle him, but my nerves got the best of me. We stood next to the bed for a moment before Brian kissed me again, more gently this time. He slowly entered his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around with mind. Again slowly, he moved his hands all over my body. He stopped for a moment, looking me in the eye.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said in a whisper.

“You too,” I said bashfully, my face red from blushing.

He kissed me again and slowly lowered me onto the bed. He hovered above me, kissing me softly, and trailed his kisses down my neck to the collar of my dress. He rose up to take off his jacket and shirt, and I was breathless at the man above me. His muscular arms were adorned with the most beautiful tattoos, which I traced my fingers along. He leaned back down, kissing me again, but this time with more passion. I felt myself getting wet from the touch and I moaned again.

Brian moved his right hand from beside me on the bed to my inner thigh, teasing me by touching the outside of my lace panties. My hips buckled at his touch, and I heard him chuckle.

“Stop teasing me,” I said, though I didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“Mm, but I like making you wet, baby,” he whispered in my ear, licking at the lobe. His fingers moved from the outside of my panties, pushing them aside. He slowly placed two fingers on my clit, gently rubbing against it. I let out a gasp and Brian chuckled again, kissing my neck. I was almost embarrassed about how wet he was making me, but when I felt his hardness against my leg, I knew there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Brian moved his fingers from my clit, slowly entering them into me. I closed my eyes, moaning and panting as his moved his fingers in and out of me. He kissed my lips, then moved to my ear again, saying, “What do you want from me, Rosie?”

I moaned, “God, Brian. I want you so bad.”

“Tell me what you want,” he said, moving his fingers again.

“Fuck me, Brian,” I whispered, practically whimpering at his touch.

He pulled his fingers out of me then and moved off the bed to remove his shoes, pants, and underwear. I laid there in a daze, mesmerized by the man before me. He moved back to the bed, gently removed my shoes, and then drifted his hands up my legs to remove my panties. I sat up then to take off my dress, leaving me in just my black lace bra. I quickly unhooked it and tossed it to the floor, laying back down on the bed. Brian smiled at me, his eyes drifting all over my body.

He leaned closer to me, kissing me softly on the lips. He parted my legs and he hovered near my entrance. I could feel my heart beating in the anticipation of the moment. Brian deepened the kiss, and as his tongue entered my mouth, he slipped inside of me. I broke the kiss, moaning loudly as he put himself fully inside of me; he was bigger than any man I had ever been with.

“You ok?” he asked.

I nodded and moved my hands to his hips, tugging at them so he would move. He chuckled, thrusting himself into me. At first he started slow, but as soon as we got into a rhythm, he pushed faster and harder, practically making me scream.

He adjusted himself for a moment and lifted one of my legs, resting it against his shoulder. He began pumping into me again, deeper now, and even harder than before. I couldn’t help but moan at each thrust and the way he hungrily looked at me made me even more wet. He moved his hand to my clit again, rubbing it as he pounded himself into me. I arched my back at the touch, feeling my body pulsate from the sensation.

“Brian!” I shouted as I felt my body explode from pleasure, shaking from the sensation.

He slowed his pace as I came down from my high, slowly putting my leg back down onto the bed. He gave me a moment to catch my breath, softly kissing me neck while he was still inside of me. Slowly again, he started pushing himself into me again. It was like sensory overload; I was practically seeing stars as he continued.

I moved my hands to his ass, grabbing it as he thrusted into me. I moaned his name as I felt him begin to shake, his orgasm taking over his body. I helped hold him up as his came and he practically fell on top of me when he finished.

Panting, he slowly pulled out of me, laying down beside me on the bed. We were both panting and in a daze from our love making. I slowly turned to face him and he put his arm around me, kissing me on top of my head. I cuddled up to his chest, and within moments we drifted off to sleep.

Notes

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