The next morning, they had room service brought in, enjoying the quiet of the day before the show.  Deana continued knitting the poncho for Lynn as they watched TV, or would lay on the couch reading her favorite book aloud to Justin so they could experience it together.  

“I need to find places like in the book, beautiful gardens with flowers everywhere.  That way my woman can be the most beautiful of them all.”

“Keep talking, I like this idea of going places and being called beautiful...”

“No one can be sad when they’re around you.  You’re my source of joy, all I have to do is think about you and I smile.  Even better when I look around and there you are.  I’ve really loved you being on tour, it’s the two things I love most in one place.”

…

They got ready to head down to the arena, Deana bringing her clothes to change into for the show.  

“I have a little surprise for you when we get to my dressing room,” he said.

“You spoil me,” she sighed.

“Baby, you have no idea…”

He loved how everything was set up, he could go from his room to the venue without them being seen, giving them complete privacy.  They arrived at his dressing room, carefully opening the door.

 Deana walked in, expecting to see flowers or something on the table.  Her eyes widened, blinking, before she let out a loud scream. 

“DANI!!! What are you doing here?!?!” She ran across the room to hug her best friend.

“Someone thought you’d like a girl’s weekend and flew me out here,” she smiled.

“Baby, thank you SO much.  This isn’t just a surprise, this is an amazing and thoughtful thing.”  She hugged Justin in appreciation.

“D, you look GREAT!  You’ve lost weight, I’m proud of you.”

“It’s been a lot of work, it’s always harder for women than a guy like this one.  He makes it look so easy, but I struggle to keep up.  Then again, I’m not running around a stage for 90 minutes every other night on top of my workouts.”

The girls caught up, looked over ideas for the wedding, caught up on things back home.  

“So he who must not be named has been permanently banned from the bar.  I told management after the restraining order was issued, but they took it seriously once everything got leaked to the press.  At first, just Curtis, the karaoke DJ was like ‘nope, he can’t be here’, then the owner finally got on board.  So you’ll be free of him once you come home.  There have been whispers of people coming in asking if that’s where you two met, hoping to run into you guys.  Clearly they don’t remember you’re on tour, but you might have to lay low if you wanna come and support my girl.”

“Hey, I clearly did something right as Bruce week after week.  Even dressed up AS MYSELF, no one figured it out.  Not sure what that says more about, you guys, or me…”

“Let’s go with us, not expecting to have a pop star in some sports bar in Chinatown. Manhattan, maybe, with all your famous friends,” Danielle answered. 

“You guys are definitely invited to those now, though honestly we just party at someone’s place or rent out the whole restaurant/bar, it’s much safer that way.”

They all hung out, having a bite to eat before the show. “Do you want the bar tonight out tomorrow? Wasn't sure with Dani here if you girls wanted somewhere else,” Justin asked. 

“I feel we see you more at the bar, security is right there, and we can get drinks easier,” Deana answered. 

“I just wanted to check since there’s just the two nights left.”

“Thanks baby, I do appreciate it. You make sure I get a good show no matter where I am.”

“I bet you do,” Danielle smirked. 

“Seriously?” Deana replied. 

“I haven’t been able to bust your chops in a while. Meanwhile, I bet Justin gets it every chance he gets…”

“I mean, if you’re being dirty, then yeah…” he laughed. 

“She needs to lighten up a bit, have you done nothing since she joined the tour?”

“It’s because you’re here,” he answered. “She was cracking jokes with the guys…”

“Still a little jealous you got to meet them all without me…” Dani pouted. 

“Was I really supposed to tell him ‘no, not without Danielle’?”

“You could’ve FaceTimed me to say hi…”

“I want them to like me, not fear my crazy best friend…” Deana laughed. Justin stifled a laugh. 

“Cuz you were so calm…” 

“Actually, she did really well according to the guys. Better than when she found out I was Bruce…”

“How do I put this?  Meeting them compared to realizing she’d been properly fucked by a celebrity crush is a pretty big difference…”

“I told him he needs to write a book…” Deana laughed. 

“Ok, the old you wouldn’t have said that, I guess you’re more relaxed and your mouth is almost as dirty as your mind.”

Justin chuckled. “If you could only HEAR what she says when we’re…”

“Justin!” she screams. 

“Yeah, kinda like that…” he smiles. 

“You’re incorrigible…” Deana sighs.

“You know it. You started all this…” he teased. 

“How?”

“Telling her about stuff we did…”

“Not in details…”

“Enough to know he went down on you your first time…” Danielle said. 

“More like every time,” she laughed, clapping her hands over her mouth as she realized what she’d said. 

“You’re allowed to talk to her about it, then pretend like it doesn’t happen, or I can’t talk about it in front of you?”

“You want her to watch next time?” Deana asked, frustrated. 

“I mean, I wouldn’t say no…” Danielle laughed. 

“I’ll say it.  No. How did we even get here?”

“You told her I should write a book about sex, pleasing a woman until she screams in absolute pleasure…”

Deana walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

“Think I went too far?” Justin asked, slightly worried about Deana. 

“I think we both did…”

“You’re her best friend. What do I do right now?”

“Go talk to her. Apologize.  I can, too.”

“Deana, baby, I’m sorry…” he said, knocking on the bathroom door. 

“D, I’m sorry. I’ve missed you, I’m sorry we took this too far.”

Deana slowly opened the door. “How do I put this? Danielle, get out…”

“D, I’m sorry…”

“Not that, it’s about to get loud in here…”

“Wait, what?!” Justin and Danielle asked in unison. 

Deana opened the door wider, pulled Justin into the bathroom before closing the door again. 

Danielle smiled a bit as she heard muffled moans through the door. “Get it, girl, while the getting is good…” she whispered, leaving the dressing room to wait outside. 

…

Danielle’s phone buzzed. You can come back in…

Danielle opened the door. “Wow, yeah, you’ve loosened up a LOT, I retract my earlier statement.”

“Happy now?” Deana asked Justin. 

“Happy isn’t the word I’d use…”

Deana looked at her watch. “Shit, we should be out there already…”

“Your stools are reserved, you’ll be fine. I’m just glad they didn’t knock saying I needed to be out to go on stage.”

“Is that what I’m in for this weekend? Being the third wheel while you guys fuck?”

“I mean, if that’s what you want, who am I to say no?” Deana laughed. “No, we’ll be good, I promise. Consider this payback for times you brought a guy home, thinking I was asleep, and hearing damn near everything…”

“Not gonna lie, I’ve kind wondered what his future sex love sounds are…” Danielle teased. 

“Ok, now I’m uncomfortable…” he laughed nervously. “At first it was fun, now it’s a little too serious.”

“We should really get going out there, I’ll see you soon, you’re gonna be great…”  Deana gave him a quick peck before walking out to their seats.  

Well, he thought, that was certainly unexpected…

The crowd was hyped, the girls absorbing the excitement like a sponge.  Deana had been to 22 shows before this one, and it somehow felt like the first.  As with all the shows she’d been at since January, he looked, pointed, or smiled at her as he went past, touching her hand at least once.  Deana took pictures and video to capture every moment.  Every night was its own experience, and it was amazing.

The girls went back to his dressing room after the show.  He came out wearing black pants and a grey collared shirt.  

“What are you so dressed up for?” Deana asked.

“I figured you ladies might like a little time at the nightclub here.  They have a strict dress code, I don’t want to get turned down because I’m using my status to get around it.”

“Mmm, I get to dance up against my boyfriend in a club?  Yes, please…” Deana hummed.

“And here comes the third wheel,” Danielle sighed.

“Oh come on, you can find a guy to dance with and let him down gently,” Deana replied.

“You’re both dressed nicely, plus I have plans for after the show tomorrow for you, so it’s either tonight or nothing.”

“Why not just go back to the suite?” Danielle asked.

“Too easy to just fall on a couch and zonk out.  We have a VIP area reserved just for us, so no one even needs to see us if we don’t want them to.”

“That might apply more to you two, I wanna dance…”

“We can dance, but if you want a guy to dance with, I’m not sharing Justin…” Deana said.

“Hey now, I can dance with both of you, just nothing dirty.”

“Fine, but if I get bored cuz you two start making out…”

“You’ll know how I felt every time you’d drag me out to a club before you got back together with my brother.”

They got to the club and settled into their VIP space.  They hadn’t stayed at the club in Vegas long enough to see the bottle service girls, but almost as soon as they got to their section, the girls showed up.  Justin took a bottle of champagne and ordered drinks for them.  He smiled and laughed briefly before the girls left.  He saw Deana sitting on the couch.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid.”

“If it’s nothing, you’d be up dancing and having a good time…”

“Maybe it’s because your dancers this time around aren’t wearing next to nothing…”

“Is that what this is about, the bottle girls?”

“You’re here with ME, and could have any woman in here you want, including them.  The sexy outfits, I don’t fit in.”

“You know you have sexy stuff back in the room, and you fit around me like a glove…” he growled, pushing her chin up to look at her.  “I’ve got that tunnel vision, for you,” he sang, a smile spreading across her face.  “There’s my beautiful girl.  You look amazing, don’t let how people that WORK here are dressed bother you.  It doesn’t change that I’m taking you back to our suite tonight.  What we did before the show was VERY sexy, so don’t think you don’t fit in.”

He pulled her up, giving her a deep hug before kissing her.  “Come on, let’s have a little to drink, to celebrate.”

“Celebrate what?” Deana asked.

“Let’s grab Danielle and you’ll find out…”

Justin popped the bottle of champagne, pouring each of them a glass.  “To two best friends who encourage each other, for better or worse,” he started, raising his glass before taking a sip.  “To my beautiful girlfriend, who has been so patient and willing to adjust her world to fit mine.”  They took another sip.  “Lastly, to us.  Yesterday was 4 months since our first kiss.  I look at you every day and am amazed at what we have gone through together, looking forward to what lies ahead.  I love you, baby.”  He drained his glass before kissing her gently.  “I told you we had things to celebrate…” he smiled.

They danced in their private area for a bit, Justin being sure to keep his hands to himself as far as Danielle.  He’d playfully grab Deana’s ass and kiss her neck when Danielle wasn’t looking.  

“I’m gonna see what’s around to bring back over here,” Danielle said, heading out onto the dance floor.

Justin sipped on his drink as he held Deana close with his other hand, dancing to the music.  He smiled as Danielle came back.  “I think she has a type…”

Deana blinked.  If she didn't know any better, she’d say she was looking at her brother.  He was shorter than Jonathan, but had a similar lean build, similar eyes.  Deana suddenly realized some of his features were similar to JC as well.  “Oh my god, she totally does… He’s like a mix of JC and my brother.  Holy fuck…”

The pair barely acknowledged Justin and Deana, something Deana wasn’t too sure about as her brother’s fiancee.   

“She knows what she’s doing, she brought him over here so it’s not like she’s leaving with him…” Justin said.  “For now, we can dance however we want now that she’s occupied.”

He kissed her, his hand on the small of her back, pulling her close.  She smiled, feeling him hard against her.  She discreetly rubbed her hand against him, sending a shiver up his spine.  “God, baby, I want you so bad…”

“You had me earlier tonight…”

“What was that all about?  Not that I’m complaining.”

“Trying to show you both how I’ve changed, become more comfortable with my sexuality.  When we first met, there’s no way I would’ve thought I’d do some of the things we’ve done, especially in front of Danielle.  For reasons I may never understand, this body turns you on, so I went with it.  I took my shot.”

They danced and had a couple more drinks before deciding to call it a night.  The look of disappointment on the young man’s face as Danielle left without him was indescribable.  Justin and Deana couldn’t help smile as they walked toward the elevator to their suite.

“What’s got you two all smiling?” Danielle asked. 

“Nothing, just things we noticed about the guy you danced with…”

“What about him?”

“He looked like someone else.  Actually 2 someones…” Deana smiled wider.

“Spell it out for me, I’m clearly not getting it.”

“He looks like my brother and JC.  The more I think about it, the more I realize J is a taller, leaner version of JC.  Is that why you’ve been in love with him all these years, he reminds you of JC?”

“OK, so clearly I have a type.  One doesn’t automatically imply the other.  I happened to be attracted to JC before your brother and I first got together in high school. I saw a resemblance, but that isn’t what kept us together.  Like you and Justin.  You wouldn’t love him any less if he WASN’T Justin.  I don’t love your brother any less because he’s not JC.”

“OK, point made.  I just had never really thought about it before.  Now I’m trying to think of what the different guys all looked like.”

“Hey, back then I was much less selective.  I was single and ready to mingle, it didn't matter what they looked like, as long as they were hot and made me feel the right things.  Shit, that makes me sound dirty.”

“No shame in that.  Isn’t that what the single experience is supposed to be about?  Finding what you like, what you don’t?” Justin asked.  

“Says the man who has bedded more women than I can count,” Danielle said.

“Thanks for pointing that out, I really didn’t need that in my head,” Deana sighed.

“My reputation may not be great in that regard, fairly true, but you’re the only woman I’m with, the only woman I want,” he said, pulling her close to him.  She smiled, knowing the effect she still had on him.

They got up to the suite, Danielle in awe of what it looked like.  “I figure you girls can have the second bedroom, I’ll sleep alone tonight, let you girls have your time.”

They got ready for bed, and soon Danielle was sound asleep.  Deana woke up, and headed to Justin’s bedroom, finding him still awake.

“I gotta admit, I was hoping you’d come in,” he whispered. 

“Shall we repeat Vegas, be super quiet but have an amazing time?” she purred. 

“I thought you’d never ask…”