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I look at my phone and she blows out a breath. “It’s time?” I nod my head and we both stand up, but I don’t let go of her hand. She squeezes it tight as we look down. “Oh my God,” she whispers and looks at me.
I smile and pull her in for a hug. “Congratulations.” Every test reads a positive result. My best friend is going to be a mom.
“I’m so scared, Brooklyn,” she says, just as I feel her tears on my bare shoulder.
“Poppy, it’s going to be amazing. Nate is going to be so excited and just think of all the support you’ll get from Aunt Brooklyn and all her uncles.” I mean it too. I really think Nate is going to be happy about it. It might be a shock, well no it will definitely be a shock, but I think he’ll be excited after the shock wears off. Plus, I know the rest of us will be there for them every step of the way.
She pulls away from me and starts gathering up all the tests, throwing them back in the bag. “I’m not ready. I’m not ready to be a mom, to deal with the responsibilities, to end my lifestyle.”
“Poppy, you just need to take some time to wrap your head around it all. Go back to your room, have a heart to heart with Nate. Once he knows, you’ll be able to start to get your head around it,” I say, taking the bag from her.
“What? No. No way. I’m not ready to tell Nate. I can’t, I won’t. Not yet. These tests aren’t always right, there are plenty of defective ones. You hear it all the time,” she says, shaking her head the entire time, her blonde hair falling out of her ponytail.
My heart breaks for her. She doesn’t sound or look like the Poppy I know. She looks scared, dejected and overwhelmed. “Poppy, I promise it’s going to all work out. Just think of it, you and Nate are going to have a baby. The best parts of both of you will come together and you’ll have the most perfect child. One that will be surrounded by so much love. It’s a blessing Poppy.”
She wipes her eyes and gives me a forced smile. “I hope so Brooklyn, because you make it sound so good.”
She takes the bag from me and tells me she will throw it away in the hallway trash, but she needs to get back to her room. I hug her again and tell her to talk to Nate. She doesn’t say she will, but I’m hopeful once she gets back she will tell him. I climb back into bed, my mind racing with thoughts.
I must have fallen asleep because I am woken up by Fitz’s hot mouth on my pussy. “Mmm,” I moan, pressing against his tongue.
He holds down my thighs and lets his talented tongue lash out against my sensitive skin. Arching my back, I grab ahold of the comforter, loving the feeling he is inflicting on me. He’s relentless, never breaking his connection bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. The overwhelming need to watch him takes over and I prop myself up on my elbows and the sight before me is so erotic I let out a loud moan.
Fitz lifts his head slightly and I nearly combust when I see my arousal glistening on his mouth. The heat in his eyes reflects my own. “Fuck baby, you want to watch?” I bite my lip and nod. He sits up and wipes his mouth with his hand. “Sit up and rest your back against the head board,” he demands and I can’t do it fast enough. “Good, now take off that nighty because I want you naked.” As I pull it off, he climbs off the bed. I drop it onto the floor and watch as he gra
bs his cell phone. He hands it to me and gets back onto the bed. “Video tape it.”
The thought of recording him eating my pussy is so fucking hot. The wetness runs down to my ass with just the idea of watching this again and again. He gets back between my legs and I’m so turned on I need him to make me come in order to feel relief. “Fitz, tell me when,” I moan out when he drags a finger between my wet folds.
“Now baby. Just hit record,” he says, locking our eyes as he sucks his finger into his mouth. I hit record and keep the camera trained on him. “I’m going to eat this soft, wet pussy until you scream my name.”
My breathing is heavy and I simply nod my head as he dips his to once again release his talented mouth on me. The second his tongue makes contact I can’t help but moan. “Oh God, yes.”
“Fuck, you taste so good. I can’t get enough. Let me hear you baby, let me hear how good it feels,” he says, glancing up at me.
He immediately gets back to his assault and I’m recording every second of it. His head bobbing, his soft moans and his hands gripping my thighs. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed and what makes it more is knowing I’m recording. I keep the phone trained on him as I drop my head back slightly, but not enough to take my eyes off of what is going on. He sucks on my clit and I nearly explode. “Oh fuck. It feels so good, I’m so close,” I shout.
I feel him moan against me and the vibrations bring me even closer. He licks at my clit, making it difficult to hold still as I moan out over and over. I feel it happening, my orgasm is at the brink of tearing through me. As if he knows this, he sucks my clit into his mouth and I scream his name. He continues to lick at me, drinking down everything I have to give.
When I’m done he kisses a path up my stomach before lifting his head to look at me, phone still recording. “Fuck Brooklyn, I love you.” He grabs the phone from me, stops the recording and tosses it on the bed. He kisses me and I taste myself. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot it was knowing you were recording?”
“Yes, I do,” I reply, still feeling completely sexually satisfied.
“I really want to do a video with you Brooklyn, but only if you are comfortable with it. Just the thought of knowing it’s something we can watch together, damn it’s hot,” he says, tracing my bottom lip with his long finger.
I thought I’d like to do it before, but after this, I know I want to. “I’m more than comfortable with it, Fitz.”
He lets out a growl and slams his mouth to mine. We share a rough, sloppy, sexy as fuck kiss before he pulls away. “When we get home,” he whispers and kisses my lips lightly. His cell phone rings and he groans looking at it. “Poppy,” he says and answers it.
Poppy, shit I almost forgot. I wonder how it went with her and Nate. I should check my phone to see if she texted, but it’s in the living room and if I got up now, Fitz would ask questions. He hangs up and looks at me with a mixture of emotions. I can’t tell if he’s upset, pissed or happy. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t say anything for a minute, just rakes his eyes over my entire body before looking back at my face. “You’re pregnant?”
“What?” I squeal, grabbing the blanket to cover myself. “No.”
He stands up and starts pacing the room, squeezing the back of his neck. “Well, that’s not what the fucking photos in all the tabloids say of you buying pregnancy tests.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to kill Poppy. He leans down on the bed and looks into my eyes. “I’m going to ask again and you need to be honest with me. Are you pregnant?”
I shake my head and pick at the covers. “What exactly did Poppy say?”
