Justin pushed his way through the thick crowd of people with Britney gripping his hand tightly behind him. She couldn't shake the feeling of Wade's hands on her. It made her cringe in disgust. "Baby, can we go home?" She said into his ear as he continued to try to get out of the crowd. He turned back towards her and nodded in agreement, kissing her lightly on the nose.

Once Justin and Britney finally said their good byes and left the club, they sped away in Justin's slick black sports car.

"Justin, you know I wasn't gonna dance with him, right?" She asked as she put her hand on his knee.

"Yeah babe, I know," he said flatly.

"Then why do you seem so angry?"

"It just pisses me off that his hands were on you like that," he said, his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter.

"I'm sorry," she said, putting her head down.

"What?" He asked, looking over at her. "Baby you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm not mad at you Brit, I promise," he said taking his right hand off the wheel and grabbing her hand. She smiled in satisfaction and put her head against the seat. "You tired babe?" He asked, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb.

"A little," she said looking over at him. "But I still have some energy," she said leaning over to him and running her smooth tongue along his ear. His body grew goose bumps as she continued to tease him.

"Baby," he said hoarsely, "what til we get home. I don't want to cause an accident," he said as his eyes closed in pleasure. She giggled softly and pulled away from him, still gripping his hand tightly.

"Brit, you're making this really hard," he said as he struggled to put the key into the door. She was running her tongue along his neck and biting it occasionally, causing him to lose focus on the task at hand. She smiled into his skin and continued her teasing until he finally opened the door. He pushed her inside and closed the door behind him. He grabbed her neck and pulled her to him, massaging his lips with hers. She moaned into him and pushed her tongue into his mouth as he grinded his growing excitement against her. She could feel herself getting hot and wet as their bodies pressed together. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, causing her short dress to rise up her legs and reveal her pink panties. He skillfully walked up the stairs while never taking his lips off of hers. They were pros at this by now.

He sat her down on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of her opened legs. He bent down and kissed the smooth flesh of her thighs which made a moan come from deep within her. He grabbed the fabric of her dress and brought it up over her head and threw it to the ground. He kissed a trail from her belly button up to her breasts and took the right nipple delicately in his mouth. She threw her head back and ran her fingers through his short curls. He wrapped his fingers around the thin fabric of her panties with one hand and urged her to lift her hips with the other. He pulled them down and past her small feet, tossing them to the side with the dress. She was now fully nude. He took a quick second to survey the beautiful woman in front of him. He felt his blood boil at the site of her. There was no doubt about it, he was addicted to her.

The way he was looking at her made her heart speed up and a devilish grin come upon her face. She knew what she was doing to him, and she knew that her excitement was just as visible. He quickly stood up and slipped his shirt over his head. She drank in the site of his upper body as he unbuttoned his jeans and took them off. She scooted herself back onto the bed and laid on her back, welcoming him to put his weight on top of her.

He positioned himself on top of her and slid his hand down to her most delicate and private area. He moaned in satisfaction when he felt how wet she was. His fingers glided over her smoothly and beautifully. Her hands gripped the bed sheets as her breathing became heavy. He watched her wiggle and twist around in pleasure while he rubbed the spot he knew would cause fire works to go off in her brain. She shut her eyes tightly and screamed his name when she came. That was pretty much his favorite thing in the world; when she said his name in the throws of pleasure. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him lovingly. Her eyes were glossed over from lust as she smiled up at him.

He couldn't take it anymore. He removed his boxers and climbed in between her legs. He positioned himself and rubbed himself against her opening, feeling the warmth and wetness on him. It was almost enough to push him over the edge.

"Justin," she said in a desperate whisper, "I can't wait. I need you inside of me." He smiled down at her and did as he was told. With one easy push he slid inside of her. Her mouth opened in pleasure and she gripped at his strong arms as he moved inside of her. They had been sexually intimate with each other for a little over a year now, and each time it just got better and better. They knew each other like the back of their hand.

A small bead of his sweat dropped from his forehead and into her hair. His muscles tightened with each push inside of her. They stared intently at each other as they made love. The way she was looking at him was almost too much for him to handle. She looked at him as if he were a God, and to Britney, he really was. She knew he was about to come when he shut his eyes tightly and his nose twitched. She wrapped her legs around him tighter and pulled him into her. With one final push, he collapsed on top of her and moaned loudly into her skin. His heart was about to beat out of his chest. But it wasn't from the cardio workout he just got. It was from how damn much he loved her. It almost hurt to think about. He looked into her eyes and kissed her passionately.

"I love you so much, Justin," she said as her voice shook. She didn't know love could be this strong.

"I love you too, baby." He was breathless. There was no way he would ever let another man get anywhere near her.

The next morning, in the studio

"Hey Wade," Justin said flatly as he walked into the recording studio the next day. All the guys in the room fell silent as they watched the scene in front of them.

"Oh, hey J," he said nervously.

"Can I talk to you real quick?" He asked, motioning to the door.

"Yeah, sure."

"Listen Wade," he said once they were out in the hallway, "you know you're one of my best friends. I just need you to understand that what you did and how you acted last night was totally out of line. You need to respect me and respect my girlfriend."

"I'm really sorry about that man."

"Don't ever put your hands on her like that again." His voice was calm, but he was about to break the water bottle in his hands in half because his grip was so tight.

"I was really drunk," he said laughing nervously.

"That's not an excuse," he said with angry eyes.

"I promise it won't happen again."

"It better not," he said. "Cause if anything like that happens again, I'll deal with you myself."

"You won't have to worry about that, man," Wade said, patting Justin on the back.

"Okay…I'm trusting you," he said with a little bit of hesitation.

"Alright. Well, lets get inside. They're probably waiting," Wade said, trying to get out of the situation as fast as possible.

"Yeah."

Justin watched Wade walk back into the room and swiftly threw the water bottle angrily across the hallway once he was alone. He knew Wade had feelings for Britney, he could see it in his eyes. What was killing him was that there wasn't really anything that he could do about it.

Later that night, all of the guys, Wade, and some of their back up dancers were at Britney and Justin's house enjoying some drinks in their large living room. They were having the time of their lives laughing and joking around with each other.

"Y'all are so lucky," Britney said to the group she was with. "You get to travel with each other all the time and you're never lonely. While I have to leave in the morning and be all by myself."

"You should join the group, Brit," J.C. said patting her leg.

"I should, shouldn't I! What do you think, baby?" she asked, turning towards Justin.

"I don't know baby," he said while trying to hold in his laughter, "I'm not sure you'd fit in so well." The group laughed at his remark and Britney jokingly hit his side.

"I would too!" She said in her southern twang. She heard her phone ring in the kitchen and quickly got up. "I'll be right back, guys." She jogged into the kitchen and grabbed her small cell phone that was sitting on the counter. "Hey Fe!"

"Hey Brit! I'm just calling to remind you that our flight leaves at 10 in the morning, so you should be at the airport around 8."

"Alright," she said in a huff.

"I know you don't want to leave him, honey, but its business," she said regretfully.

"I know," she said sadly. "I'll see you in the morning Fe." She hung up the phone and turned around to see Wade standing behind her. "Oh shit! Wade, you scared me," she said, putting her hand to her chest.

"Just came to get more water," he replied innocently, holding his empty glass up as evidence.

"Oh, I'll get that for you," she said with a smile. "It was nice for you to come," she said while filling up his glass.

"Yeah, I'm glad I did," he said, walking over towards her. "You look so beautiful tonight," he said as he pushed a strand of her blond hair behind her ear. She nervously backed away from him.

"Uh…thanks."

"You know," he said stepping closer to her, "I think once you start recording the album and go on tour, I'd like to work with you. We could do great things together." He put his hand delicately on her arm and looked at her suggestively. It wasn't the normal way someone looks at you. It was definitely sexual.

"Uh, yeah, maybe," she said, handing him his glass and backing away. "I'll talk to Justin about it."

"Why do you need to talk to him about it?" He asked angrily, putting the glass on the counter and forgetting about it. "Do you need his permission to do everything?"

"No Wade," she said putting her hand on her hip, "I just respect him enough to discuss it with him. You should learn something about respect." She turned on her heels and walked out of the kitchen.

When she returned to the living room, Justin could tell something was wrong with her. He had sat anxiously in his seat when he knew Wade was in the same room alone with Britney, but he didn't want to be too overprotective of her. "Something wrong?" He asked her when she sat down heavily on the couch. He eyed Wade suspiciously when he came out from the kitchen without a glass in his hand.

"No," she said softly. "Everything's fine."