The Locket Of Hair

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6. TLOH 65

A Bieber Love Story

The Locket of Hair part 65:

I Wanna Lick Your Butt

*Sam’s point of view*

“Justin . . . Justin get up . . . . . . WAKE UP!!!”

I lifted my head yawning and started to take in my surroundings. We’d fallen asleep on the couch me on his chest and his arms on my waist. The blanket we’d snuggled under was hanging half off our bodies now. Justin was stretching beneath me his hard toned chest giving me chills even in a hazy state. I loved when he took his shirt off and held me and he knew it which did well with the fact that he hated wearing shirts. Who the hell could blame him with that body?

“Come on bro it’s the last day you gotta get up so we can get Sam to New York on time.” Alfredo said.

He groaned finally stretching and rolling over which in turn sent me spiraling over onto the floor. Romantic. -_-

“Oh fuck Sam I’m sorry.” He said.

But they both started laughing directly after the apology which only pissed me off. 

“I’m going to take a shower.” I muttered.

“I’ll be in in a second baby.” He tried to play nice.

“You wish.” I said.

I went into the bathroom locking the door with a smirk so he couldn’t get in and jumping into the shower to wake myself up. I felt better rinsing the shampoo out of my hair and sighing to myself. The steam felt good helping me breathe like I’d been sick or something. I waited until I heard Justin get out of the other shower to get out myself. I wrapped a towel around my body and went to lay down on the couch and air dry. The door to Justin’s room opened. I stayed still knowing he’d make his was to me and being shock when he did.

“What?” He asked self-consciously.

His hair was messy and gel-less. He had on a black Adidas jacket and red Adidas sweats. His high tops were on point and he wore a believe bracelet on his cute little wrist plus the black sun glasses. He must’ve still had a headache.

“Wow.” I whispered.

He smirked. “So you like it huh? I thought you were mad at me.”

“You knocked my ass on the ground. I am mad at you.” I assured him.

But he was confident, he knew me too well. With that smirk Justin crawled on top of me chucking and skimming his nose across my neck. My breath caught in my throat as his knee started to spread my legs.

“Don’t mad at me baby, my heart just couldn’t take it.” He said dramatically.

“Yea because my heart can handle your knee rubbing like that.” I whispered.

He bit his lip about to come at me with some sexy, confident remark when the door to our room opened again.

“Leaving in fifteen!” Scooter yelled.

Did everyone have a key to our room?

I took the opportunity though and pushed Justin off of me and running to get dressed. I put on my soft white sweater dress and a pair of sneakers to leave it edgier not to mention I wasn’t in the mood to kill my feet when the fans did want to let us move. My hair was blow dried and left straight over my shoulders meeting a matching MCM backpack. They gave one to me and Justin for free and when you get something for free no matter how much you or your fiancé brings in a year you take it. I still freak out on Saturdays when they have the free samples out. Justin and I weren’t really mad at each other so we held heads on the way down in the elevator riding down with Alfredo and Moshe because Scooter and Kenny wouldn’t wait for us.

“Fredo you’re gonna come to the show right? I could use the support.” I sighed.

I was nervous the way I always was.

“Will you please tell her she’s going to be fine?” Justin groaned.

He smiled sympathetically. “I’ll come of course. I wouldn’t miss it.”

I smiled and punched Justin lightly for groaning at me. 

He waved at fans on the way out in a super good mood the hangover gone finally. He was even more appreciative as we got in the car and headed to the airport. I sat between Justin and Scooter leaning on daddy ScootScoot more as he wrapped an arm around me.

“You’ll come to at least one of them right? Like Fallon? I’m so nervous about Fallon.” I complained softly.

“I’ll come to both okay? You’ve got nothing to worry about the documentary is amazing and it couldn’t have happened to a better person.” He smiled.

I sighed. “Thanks I needed that.”

I leaned my head on his shoulder the rest of the drive trying to calm my nerves. When we got to the airport and I was ready to hand to the plane when Justin stopped me at the door and pressed me into it.

“What?” I mumbled not meeting his eyes so I wouldn’t blush.

“All that stuff in there. I didn’t realize you were that nervous . . . I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“It’s okay.” I said softly.

He shook his head taking his shades off so I could see his eyes as he took my cheek into his palm.

“No it’s not. I . . . want you to make you feel better whether he’s a dad to you or not I want that to be my responsibility baby. I thought it was just like butterflies or something but I should’ve asked and if you’re scared I need to be the one to make you feel better.” He bit his lip.

I blushed. “Well I feel better now. I’m not like super nervous I just needed a little encouragement."

He nodded my cheek in his hands. “You’re gonna be amazing baby. Every time you’re on the tv you light up the screen. Don’t even think about it okay? We can cuddle on the plane if you want. I know that always makes you feel good.”

Damn was he right.

“You like it too.” I mumbled blushing deeper.

He nodded. “I know let’s get you on the plane huh?”

“Okay.” I said softly letting him lead me there.

Everyone got on the jet together me and Justin sitting with his dad until we were allowed to move around. He pulled my legs up into his lap and looked at me like I was a queen.

“You thirsty?” He asked after lift off looking for reasons to get me something.

I smiled. “I’m okay.”

“Okay beautiful . . . Oh I did something for you when I was coming off the drunken high or whatever.” He said moving through his bad.

He pulled out two sheets of paper filled with his handwriting.

“It’s the list of people for the wedding. I added like everyone from the label and some other people like the Smith’s you know just people that have always been there for me since I got in the industry. You can add more if you want that’s all I could think of.” He shrugged.

I smiled at all the people on the paper knowing that there wasn’t anything else to say. This was the list for our wedding.

“It’s perfect.” I sighed.

He took my hand kissing my fingers and smiling.

“You’re perfect.” He breathed.

“You are now free to move around the cabin.” The pilot said through the mike. 

“Come on.” He said moving my legs.

“Where are we going?” I asked confused.

“I haven’t danced with you on a plane since the way home from Atlanta. It’s been too long.” He smirked.

I bit my lip trying to force down the female chromosome that wanted me to cry and followed him to the center of the plane with no seats in the way. It was nerve wracking to dance with him in front of everybody.

“Tony will you press play please?” He called.

Justin always had something planned. When the music started to play I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Justin had never really taken me for an Al Green fan but he did kind of listen to everything. Let’s stay together. It was one of the best songs ever to me although I had no idea how he knew that. But he seemed to like just as much as I do and that made me happy.

“And just for you.” He smiled grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants.

I watched in astonishment as he pulled them to a comfortable height.

“You’re trying to get lucky huh?” smirked.

He laughed. “Nah just trying to keep my one less lonely girl happy.”

I bit my lip as he took my hand and intertwined our fingers. Sliding a hand onto my hip as we started to move to the music a rush of emotions flooded my system.

“How am I doing so far?” He asked softly.

He hadn’t called me his one less lonely girl in what felt like a life time. And I couldn’t help but started to cry. 

“You’re doing just fine.” I assured him.

“I know I am when those beautiful big brown eyes start watering.” He grinned.

I giggled looking down just so he could pull my chin up and kiss me.

I sighed against his lips melting blissfully where we were. I stood there motionless an explosion of butterflies in my gut fluttering away so hard it hurt. It was like ice so could it burned your skin. Splinters of it hitting me wherever his skin touched. Down and around my neck, my cheek, and especially my lips that blazed with it as we kissed. He held me in his arms pulled away and moving his lips to my ear. Justin sang the song and even though some would called it a disgrace to compare Justin Bieber to the great Al Green I swear his voice was flawless. The falsetto was now there letting him go higher than ever before though he barely tried. My heart leaped. 

“Will you promise me something?” I asked holding onto him as we danced.


“I wanted to dance to this at the wedding. This is it.” I whispered.

He smiled. “I thought you’d never ask.”

I smiled softly pulling him into a tight embrace. We ended up hugging the rest of the song just swaying to the music and enjoying being in one another’s arms.

*Justin’s point of view*

“I’ll be right back.” She giggled at me.

We’d finished dancing and she had to go to the bathroom so I let her go smiling like a kid on Christmas and going to sit next to my dad. My knee was shaking in anticipation too seeing her walked back out gorgeous and sexy as ever. I hadn’t even noticed when my dad asked me a question.

“Jusitn . . . hellooo?” He called.

“Oh sorry.” I murmured dazed. “What’s up?

“Y—you really care about her don’t you?”

He had that look on his face that everyone eventually got when they realized what we had was special.

I nodded at him softly. “She’s everything. It took me losing her to get that but I do now. I won’t make the same mistake twice I don’t want anything else but her dad.”

He sighed. “And who am I to fight that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that you’ll let me . . . I’d like to bring Jazzy and Jaxon to the wedding.” He explained.

I smiled. “really?”


He hugged me and said sorry again for everything.

For the rest of the plane ride I cuddled with Sam and talked to my dad. Everyone else was passed out but I’d get sleep eventually . . . I didn’t know when I’d get to talk to my dad like that again. She held my hand rubbing the top of it softly with her fingertips. We talked about me first meeting her and stuff like that. My dad said he wanted to know about it so we laid it all out for him. She was very open about her cutting and disorders which he wanted to know a lot about not to mention her struggle with self-image. But then she’d look up at me and tell him I saved her life. That was the weirdest thing ever to me was that in a way I really had saved her life. 

“But of all the things in the world to set you into something like that why get so mad over Selena.” He asked.

She sighed looked down at her hands like she did lot.

“From like the girls I talked to in treatment and stuff only a couple of us had actually taken to trying to commit suicide. But we all say it’s not just one thing that sets you off. If it hadn’t been Selena it would’ve been Justin saying something that I took the wrong way or a comment that just really hurt my feelings. I’d already cracked and I was just holding on by a thread. It killed me to hurt her the way I did because I felt like I’d lowered my standards like hitting someone you know can’t defend themselves against you. But then he got mad at me and my entire body just felt like it was caving in on itself.” She said softly.

“But you’re better now.” He said to lighten the mood. “That’s what matters.”

She smiled a little. “Yea a lot better. I mean I still have things in my head that I think about or whatever and I’m just learning to get through them and speak up when I’m not feeling a hundred percent but right now . . . I’m in a really good place and you know not too busy where I feel stressed but not given nothing but time to worry about the wrongs in my life.”

I tightened my hand around hers and she eventually fell to sleep leaving me dad to ask the question that seemed to be on his mind since they went into the topic. It was quiet for a few minutes noting but the sounds of Kenny’s snoring, steady breathings, and my lips kissing her hair as I held her in my arms. Then he cleared his throat trying to find a way to ask the question I already knew he wanted ot asked.

“You want to know what it was like finding her like that.” I said softly.

He gasped a little. “Yea . . . you’re mom I heard about it you know went to see her in the hospital and everything but . . . nothing like that.”

I looked down at her as she slept only able to talk about it as long as I could see her face as I did it.

“It was . . . the worst thing I’ve ever experience in my entire life apart maybe from seeing her breakdown the first time in the treatment center. Demi called me because Sam had left her like this suicide voicemail. And I’ve never been so scared. Driving there I just kept thinking you know she’s dead, she’s gone, there’s no way I could get to her in time. It didn’t stop me from driving as fast as I could to get to her. Hearing her scream when I kicked down the door it was the most . . . amazing, scariest sounds I’d ever heard just knowing that her heart was still beating but that it was fading you know? The blood was everywhere and she was just crying and screaming so bad. Her body shook and she was wet everything I got to her to the hospital in time but all I kept thinking about was listening to her shiver from the back and knowing it had nothing to do with being cold. Her lips had turned blue by the time we got there. And she fainted by the time they got her gurney. I never expected to cry like that though; it was just one of the worst days of my life. And I felt like it was all my fault; everything.” 

I ran my thumb over her eyebrow as she sighed in her sleep.

“That sounds like a tough thing for a guy to go through.” He said softly.

I nodded. “Probably more for her then me though obviously. But I just couldn’t understand why after everything we went through everything we’d fought to be together she tried to take herself away from. That was worse part not understanding.”

“What happened after that?” He asked captivated by the story.

“Her parents came, tried to take her way, I said no they listened realizing how horrible they treated her her entire life. Then I guess after that I just asked her if I could make love to her.” I shrugged.

He groaned. “You’re girlfriend almost kills herself and the only thing on your mind is sex?”

I smiled a little. “It wasn’t like that all. I just looked her in the eyes and knew I would never want anything else. And we’d talked about it before trying to be responsible and knowing that at the time we weren’t ready. Scooter always said keep my penis to myself until I could look into a girl’s eyes and see something that I really cared about. If I didn’t care it wasn’t worth the risk of pregnancy or anything else I could get myself into. I pushed it further though telling myself if I can’t look a woman in the eye and see her as my wife or as someone I’m gonna spend a long time with I don’t even move to the thought of sex. I’ve only fantasized about her when I say she’s all I want I mean it in every aspect.”

He nodded smiling at me like he was proud or something.

“That’s good Justin.” He said softly. 

“Thanks.” I murmured.

I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders and it was easier to breathe. By the time the jet landed down in New York my dad and I were closer. He knew the whole story, understood what the relationship meant to me. It was a good thing though and it really helped me with wanting to know him more. Everyone started to wake up but we hadn’t been to sleep yet. That was the best part having something special between just us that no one else knew but us. The bad part of not sleeping? It can go one of two ways. You can just pass out wherever you are or you can lose the ability to sleep. I got the second one . . .yea. But thankfully we were headed straight to the hotel and I was just gonna be able to pass out. That sounded so amazing.

“You must be sleepy.” Sam giggled.

We got into the car me in the middle and Sam and Scooter on either side of me. But as soon as she slid into the car I let my face fall directly into the soft, comfy pillows of her bosom. I was too tired to put coherent thoughts together but mumbled out words trying to make sense.

“Sleepy . . . boobs . . . good.” I mumbled.

She shook her head and moved her hands into my hair.

“Just this once enjoy the boobs. Sleep baby you’re exhausted.”

*Sam’s point of view*

Justin was so tired he fell asleep within seconds and I laughed holding onto him in the car. I held him the rest of the ride rocking us back and forth softly still tired myself. We drove straight to the hotel and I had to like basically hold all of his weight on my shoulder and drag him up the elevator and into our room. He fell on the bed automatically snoring softly and I smiled pulling off his sneakers and glasses. I unzipped his jacket and pulled it off revealing his arms and in a white tank top. It had to be sometime late in the night for New York and I knew I had to get some sleep but the kids came first. So I covered him with a blanket and kissed his neck with a smile before heading to the bathroom and closing the door.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hey, I just got the kids to bed I was about to call.” He whispered.

“Nick it’s awfully late.” I sighed.

“N—no it’s only like ten forty-five here. You said in bed by ten but they wanted to sleep in Carty and Bieber’s bed so I didn’t know where else to take them. But I moved them to the room after I swear. I’m sorry.” 

I smiled a little. “It’s okay that’s sweet. I made up the guest bedroom right next to theirs you’ve got the bed and tv and whatever you want. I just wanted to know how they were doing.” 

“They’re great. H—how are things with you and Justin?” 

I smiled. “Good . . . really good . . . great . . . amazing.”

He laughed at me. “Did someone catch you having sex again?” 

I’d forgotten even Nick had almost walked in on us once.

“For your information we’re waiting. But we got on the plane and he played an Al Green song and we danced and it was perfect. And then we talked to his dad for a really long time about everything cause he didn’t really know the ‘Jamantha’ story or whatever. It was really special and it made me feel better talking about it ya know? Justin doesn’t really like to think about it but every now and then I get him to open up and I think it makes him feel better too.” I explained.

“That sounds really great I’m glad you’re happy.” He said softly.

“What about you silly? No random girls leaving there g-strings at your place? I’m ready to discuss your long sweaty one night stands so I can laugh. You’re letting me down bro.”

He laughed again. “There’ve been . . . some chicks but no wifey material. Though how you find wifey material in a place called Poles and Holes I don’t know.”

I busted out laughing. “They really have a place called Poles and Holes?”

“Yep. Not one of my proudest moments so let’s not dwell on it huh?”

I tried to stop the giggles. “Oh I love you Nick.” 

“I love you too you should go get some sleep it’s late there.” He sighed.

I smiled. “Okay I’ll call you tomorrow or something.”

“Alright . . . hey Sam?” He whispered.


He took a deep breath. “I just I know I say it a lot but . . . I’m still so sorry for what I did to you. I’ll never forgive myself for hurting you. Ever.”

“It’s okay Nick people make mistakes and I know in a relationship it’s like you hurt me your gone or you’ll never get out but you shouldn’t have been drinking that night. It really was just bad timing so just stay clean and we’ll get over it. Time goes on. I love you Nick okay? Don’t worry about me.”

“But I will so you’ll just have to get over it. Good night little sis.”

“Night big bro.”

I hung up the phone and yawned pulling my dress off not having the strength to put on pajamas and plopping down onto the bed. Justin woke up barely and pulled me into his arms. His shirt was completely off now and I could feel his bare chest warming up my cold skin. A deep groan rumbled from his chest and he pulled me deeper into his arms.

“I c—couldn’t go to sleep without tell you I love you.” He mumbled sleepily.

I looked up at his face eyes closed and smiling so I reached up to kiss him.

“I love you too.” I whispered.

He said good and started to fall asleep as I rolled over and moved into his arms against to wrap my legs around his back. And I fell asleep smiling because I had someone who loved me and literally couldn’t sleep until he showed that. What more could a girl ask for?

* * *

I rolled over groaning my eyes flickered open. It took me a second to remember where I was but when I did I sat up. Justin was gone. That made me frown but I slid out of bed to go call room service for coffee. The hotels usually had coffee makers but I guess New York didn’t expect us to be able to work one. I was in the middle of washing my face and cleaning up when someone started knocking on the door.


I grabbed a towel and headed for the door opening it with a smile.

“Oh thanks you can just bring it on in. I’ll get you a tip.” I said.

The guy pushed in this huge cart with food and coffee on it as I grabbed my bag confused.

“Is all that for me?” I asked.

“Mr. Bieber said to bring it when you called for your morning coffee.”

He pulled the lid up to reveal a plate of pancakes in the shape of hearts. Chocolate chips spelled love U and I smiled down at the plate.

“Awwww! Here all I have are fifty’s so just take it.” I handed it to him.

“Thank you mam.” He smiled.

“Sam is fine. Thank you.”

Scooter came in after that as the man left the cart behind with a smile so huge on his face it was ridiculous. I had a feeling he didn’t get tipped like that too often.

“Sam,” Scooter groaned. “You cannot open the door in outfits like that.”

I looked down confused finally noticing I still only had my bra and underwear on. Go figure.

“I’m too lazy to change ScootScoot calm your nuts. Where’s my baby?” 

I sat down on the couch with my coffee and pancakes smiling at the plate.

“He went out to lunch with Alfredo, Kenny, and Jeremy.” Scooter explained.

“How come you didn’t go?” I asked.

He sighed and plopped down next to me. “I’ve had a lot of lunches with the kid and his friends. Jeremy? Not so much. And you well it didn’t seem very fair to leave you here by yourself so . . . I stayed back as only a dad could.”

I smirked snuggling up to Scooter with my plate in my hands. He leaned away.

“What’s your problem?” I mumbled hurt. 

“Dad’s whether biological or adopted or whatever the hell you want to call me don’t like boobs in their face Sam. You should go get dressed.”

I shook my head but did as asked pulling on a shirt on and going back to sit down.

“Happy?” I muttered.

He smiled. “Yep.”

“What are we doing today?” I asked mouth around my fork.

“I’ve got a family dinner. Justin’s going to the studio with Kanye I believe.” He said.

“Ick.” I muttered.

He laughed. “What you don’t like Kanye?”

I sighed. “I’m guessing a lot of the music industry would disagree but I like old Kanye not the irrelevant bullshit he’s putting out now with Jay-Z talking about that shit cray. Aren’t they supposed to be legends? What made that track any better than Justin doing Shawty Mane or Nicki or Drake or any of our generation? Dumbasses with no taste bought it like it was the best song ever. Me? Unimpressed.”

That got Scooter cracking up. “You’re a rare one Sam you really are.”

I smiled and looked up at him. “I could come to dinner with you. We’re family right?”

He looked down at me contemplating it for a second. 

“Well you are Jewish,” he sighed. “I guess you’ll do.”

I shook my head punching him in the arm. “Thanks ScootScoot I might even wear a dress you’ll approve on.”

“Sam you have to, my mother will have a heart attack. They actually really do want to meet you so just . . . cut back on the language.”

“You don’t want me to my teenage hormone rage don’t give a fuck what anyone says?” I asked.

“No.” He said honestly.

I laughed before becoming serious. “I’d never purposely do something to embarrass you Scooter.”

He threw his arm over me softly. “I know sweetie, we’ll have a good time before the broadway show promise.”

The guys didn’t come home till around five and I was already starting to get ready for dinner with Scooter. It made me really happy that I was invited or even considered to meet them because I’d never even met his dad before. I sat in the bathroom for hours pulling out a dress I’d planned on wearing for an appearance but knew they’d have choices for me there. Scooter was more important. It was a vintage inspired number stopped right below mid-knee and reminding me of Audrey Hepburn. 

Kind of like this:

I put on favorite heels though—the red bottom Louie Vuittons with the spikes—and pearls around my neck hoping I looked okay. Justin came to check on me when I was fixing my hair. He leaned against the door with his arms crossed and whistled.

“You look beautiful baby.” He smiled.

I bit my lip. “Do I look presentable? Scooter said not too much skin.”

He walked farther into the bathroom wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and looked at me through the mirror.

“You look perfect Sam. Scooter’s gonna be lucky to show you to his family. I’m sorry I’m not going to be there.” He said softly. 

I smiled a little bit. “You really think so?”

“I know so.” He smirked kissing my neck.

I giggled and moved away going back to fixing my hair. He stayed with me the rest of the time though talking to me about Kayne after Scooter alerted him of my lack of respect. But I ended that quickly.

“Look Justin I’m not going to argue with you and I have one thing to say on the subject and one thing only. I’m sure he’s extremely talented and makes hits and everything but his music isn’t good anymore and if you ask me his rhymes are fucking whack. Maybe he knows what he’s doing and he knows people will but bullshit so he’s not putting any work into it and just making what will sell but that doesn’t make him a legend. Call me biased but you have more potential to be a legend then fucking Kanye west.” 

He smiled at me. “You think I can be a legend?”

“A legend in the making.” I said honestly. “Just wait till they hear this album.”

He shook his head. “You’ve never been so sexy to me.” 

I laughed and went back to fixing my hair as he continued to compliment me.

* * *

“Wow Sam you look beautiful.” Scooter sighed.

We were in the car Scooter driving and me just sitting there listening to him talk. I was shaking with anticipation as he stopped the car in front of the car.

“Thanks. I hope your family likes it.” I said.

“They’ll love you don’t worry.” He assured me. 

His dad Ervin Braun was a doctor and I could tell instantly that Scooter was just like him. His mom Susan Braun was a dentist and she must be where he got all his manners from. It was an Italian restaurant and lots of cousins and brothers and parents in one way or another but they welcome me in like family and that had me smiling. I hugged his parents and they told me they’d heard a lot about me which made me nervous not knowing what Scooter had told them but it all seemed to be good things about my career and the wedding and stuff. I sat next to Scooter and his Mom enjoying the conversation and everything but really only talking to him and his parents. Everyone went around talking to each other so it didn’t really matter.

“So Sam what are you doing in New York?” Ervin asked.

“Uh I have Kelly and Fallon tomorrow then I go back to LA for more press and premiere the documentary but I think we’re seeing Usher tonight.”

“That’s great we’ll have to watch it Scott tells us it’s great.” She smiled. “How’s Justin we haven’t him seen him in a while.”

I smiled. “He’s great! He’s in the studio right now so I with daddy ScootScoot.” 

She laughed. “Is that what you call him?”

I looked over at Scooter. “Yep. I see where he gets it from though he’s a great person.”

“Ugh I know I tell him all the time I’m ready for grandbabies but he just will not marry that beautiful girlfriend of his. He told me Justin proposed and all I could think was great the kid is getting married first.” She rolled her eyes.

I laughed. “Oh my gosh that’s funny. I asked him the same thing but he says he’s too busy. I think he’ll do it though Carin’s perfect. But you guys are invite to our wedding if that helps at all.”

She smiled. “It’ll do.” 

We spent the rest of the dinner talking about how much scooter should get married and he got all super embarrassed causing me to laugh at him. It was a nice time and his mom is like the classic amazing woman. She loved me dress telling me I was such a pretty little thing. Little wasn’t always used to describe me, I got curvy a lot but I’d cut back some it helped to hear that. By the time we headed to meet Justin at usher’s performance I was smiling from ear to ear and Scooter noticed. 

“Did you have a good time?” He asked.

“Oh my god Scooter your family is amazing.” I exclaimed.

He smirked. “They loved you, my mom wants to come visit you in LA when you started to plan the wedding.”

I pictured three women along side me; Pattie, My mom, and Susan. My mouth formed an oval.

“Yes! Ugh this wedding is gonna be legendary.” I groaned.

He laughed at me and shook his head the way he did a lot of the time.

“Now let’s blow this popsicle stand I wanna go fuck Justin.” I yelled.

He looked at me like I was crazy and I just busted out laughing. 

“Wait, wait I’m gonna call him I wanna mess with him.” I giggled.

I called him on the phone and tried not to laugh putting him on speaker phone.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said. “How was dinner?” 

“It was great! But I missed your penis.” I said covering my mouth as the laughs came. 


I took a deep breath. “Your penis. I’m like suuuuuuuuper horny right now and I just wanna suck on it.”

Scooter was looking at me like I was crazy.

“I—is Scooter around?” He asked.

“Nope just me and my vagina.” I sang

I looked down trying so hard not to laugh.

He did his nervous laugh.” Oh uh okay and you’re alright?”

“No I just told you I’m horny I like want to tie you down and just ride you for hours.” 

“Sounds like a good time.” He said softly. 

I knew if I pushed it hard enough he’d get turned on and start talking back dirty to me. Scooter was shaking his head signaling me to stop now. So I said something I’d never do nor would Justin enjoy . . . I hope anyway.

“I wanna lick your butt.”

“Sam!” Thank God I covered the phone too because I just busted out laughing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” I chuckled to Scooter before getting back on the phone.

“Justin baby you there?” I asked.

“Sam first of all that’s never going to happen, second of all are you high? And third of all,” his voice dropped really low. “I’m in the car with my dad and everyone I can’t talk to you the way we talk at home. I promise I’ll take care of you at the hotel okay? Although I’m sure you’ll lose the need for sex when I’m finally ready for it.”

Even though it was supposed to be a joke and everything he would of course start to turn me on.

“You’re gonna take care of me?” I asked softer now.

“I’ll take care of you so good you’ll be stuck in bed for days.” He promised.

I took the phone in my hand losing feeling in my legs and flipping the speaker off so I could turn away from Scooter and whisper.

I bit my lip. “How are you gonna do that?”

His voice got even softer. “I was planning on shoving my dick in your pussy but I’m open to suggestions.” 

What a total asdkjsdkfadkfakd;sfsjdfkh moment. Total lava in my pants.

“What about that thing you do when we’re at home . . . you did on the pool table and the shower.” I whispered.

“Oh . . . you want me to eat you out.” He said as if it was an every day thing.

“Y—yea I do.” 

“Look we’re here but uh I’ll see you in a second baby and if I was you I wouldn’t leave that dress down too low.” He said.

He hung up before I could respond. It was the sexiest conversation ever all because he had the balls to hang up. 

“Scooter why are you driving so slow?” I muttered.

“Why are you having phone sex in my car?” He retorted.

I blushed and kept my face down.

*Justin’s point of view*

She walked in the room and everyone stopped to stare. My eyes music video-afied it to make window blow in her hair and lights come up behind her lighting up that gorgeous skin as she Naomi Campbell walked towards me with her hands swaying back and forth. I promised myself then to fuck her world up when we got back to the hotel but that was beside side the point because I needed some of her right then and there. Everyone was getting to their seats and I made sure she sat right beside me. We didn’t look at each other cause I was supposed to be there to support Usher but I slid my hand into her lap and heard her breathing cut off. The show started, people started clapping but I slid my hand under her dress and felt the wet spot.

This was gonna be one hell of a show.

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