Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 22

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

My flight was going to be an hour late. Goddamnit, why hadn't I called before I left him? I could have left an hour later, and been with Nick longer and bonded more with his Mom, and attempted to get Aaron to like me…

Fuck, I could have folded some of my clothes, instead of just throwing them into my suitcase.

Glaring at the screen that was flashing '59 mins late' next to my flight, I shouldered my bag, picked up my guitar and headed for the bar. I needed a drink. I found a corner table and ordered a beer. There had been no drinking at the softball game, in honor of AJ. Which was just weird. What was softball without beer?

An hour later, my flight was delayed another hour, and I'd fought off two very nice stockbrokers who wanted to know what a lovely girl like me was doing all alone in an airport bar. Hadn't I just been telling Nick that I wanted to marry a stockbroker? Scratch that. Rock stars had better manners.

I made my excuses and went to hide in the bathroom. Dad's sweater was in the bottom of my bag, and I put it on. Dad always protected me, so maybe it would work with persistent stockbrokers, too.

Avoiding the bar, I went to my gate and found a seat near a couple interested only in themselves. I didn't want to make any new friends tonight. I picked up my phone and discovered I had messages.

It was Nick. The first beat of his voice made my heart sink in my chest. How could I miss him this much already? "Rache… just wanted to wish you a good flight, and…" I could hear noise in the background, and he shouted to someone that he was coming, "I miss you already. Mom loves you and Aaron does too, even if he doesn't want to admit it. Bye."

I bit my lower lip trying to keep myself from sobbing, and then I heard my mother's voice.

"Hi, baby girl. It's Mommy." She made me smile. Like anyone else was going to call me 'baby girl'? Well, not and live to tell about it. "I hope you got Aaron's autograph for the girls. I won't tell them you met him until I ascertain that fact. I'll see you tomorrow. I'll come over and do your laundry while you catch up on your sleep."

I clicked off the phone, putting it back in my bag carefully, trying not to cry in the middle of all these people. I either wanted to be home or be with Nick, I did not want to be sitting here in this airport waiting for a flight. A flight home, where I'd have only a few days to catch up on my sleep and pack for three weeks in Europe.

God, touring Europe. We'd been dreaming about that for years, and all I wanted to do was throw it all aside and be with Nick. I wanted to decorate his tour bus and find ways to cook him dinner. I loved the way he looked at me when I cooked for him. He made me want to settle down and be domestic for him.

James would so laugh at me for that thought. Hell, I laughed at me for that thought. Giggling at the thought of being Mrs. Cleaver on a tour bus, I found my book and settled in to wait.

Ten o'clock, they announced my flight was cancelled. I didn't even wait for a flight coupon, I just picked up my bag and guitar and headed for the cab stand, dialing my mom to tell her I wouldn't be home tomorrow, and calling James to tell him not to meet my flight.

12:30, Mom and Aaron were in a car to the airport, and I stumbled out to my bus, waving half-heartedly at the fans. Sleep. I was so going to sleep on this drive. It'd been weeks since I had just slept. Even last night, with Rachel curled up next to me, I'd spent half the night just looking at her, barely able to believe that she was next to me again.

I wondered if her plane had landed yet. Could I call her and tell her goodnight? She should be driving to the Point right now. Maybe she'd talk to me. She hated that drive.

Geoff smiled as I stepped on the bus. "Package for you, back on the bed."

"Cool." Kate had promised me more clothes, something to impress Rachel. I opened the door and there she was...Rachel... sound asleep, her book tossed on the floor. I heard Geoff and Frank laughing behind me and whirled around, shushing them. "She's sleeping!"

They both gave me mock-chastised looks, and I glared at them. "You're just jealous. Now leave me alone." I shut the door behind me and knelt next to the bed, just looking at her for a moment. A week ago I'd thought I'd never see her again, and now I'd had her four nights in a row. I so did not deserve this.

Carefully, I stroked her hair. Her eyes fluttered open, and her smile when she saw me made my heart melt. I loved it when she looked at me like that. "What are you doing here, baby?" I whispered, and she grabbed my hand, kissing it.

"I couldn't leave." My heart caught in my throat. I didn't want her to leave, ever again, but then she giggled. "Literally. My flight was cancelled."

"You could have gotten another flight to New York, I'm sure."

She shook her head, still holding my hand. "I'd rather be here with you." I kissed her, unable to believe my luck. "Besides, I need to undo all the horrible things your brother said about me."

"He didn't say anything bad about you!" I protested, as Rachel sat up, running her fingers through her hair.

"He hates me."

"He's just jealous. Actually, I think he has a little crush on you. He told me he likes your video. He kept asking questions about the new one, wanted to know what you were wearing."

She considered me for a moment. "Hmm… in about ten years, maybe I'll trade you in for the new model…"

"You will not!" I yelled, grabbing her waist and tickling her. "He's a little boy. You can't be thinking those thoughts about my brother!"

She giggled, trying to wiggle away from me. "What, you think Colleen just loves his music?"

"She's nine! She's allowed!"

Laughing madly, Rachel managed to get away from me, standing up and adjusting her clothes. I realized she was wearing her dad's sweater. Had she been that overwrought when she left? I was about to ask, but she walked away from me. "Now, I think I heard catering stocking the bus while I was snoozing…" She opened the door, walking over to the fridge, and saying hello to Frank. I sat on the floor for a moment, watching as she chatted with Frank and found some food.

Why couldn't she always be here? I wanted her to always be on the bus with me. She made even long bus rides fun. Frank and I didn't drive each other crazy when she was around. "Want a sandwich, honey?" she asked me, and I nodded, getting up to clear off the coffee table. I wanted a sandwich, but not out there with Frank. I wanted her all to myself for a little while longer.

She must have understood, because a couple of minutes later she rejoined me, setting sandwiches and chips and sodas on the table. I shut the door, and she just smiled, sitting down on the couch. "Did you play another softball game?"

"Yes, and we won this time!" I gloated. Okay, we'd cheated. But we'd still won.

She unwrapped one of the sandwiches and sighed. "I so wish I'd been there instead of sitting at the fucking airport. When I thought it was just an hour delay, I went to sit in the bar and got hit on by these two stockbrokers."

"I thought you wanted to marry a stockbroker?" I teased, and she whacked me.

"I'll stick to rock stars. They were fucking persistent."

"You look hot in that sweater, babe."

She just rolled her eyes at me. "So I escaped to the gate and listened to my messages, I had yours and one from my mom and I got all weepy…" She trailed off, not meeting my eyes. Weepy?

"Sorry," I started. "Didn't mean to..."

She smiled at me. "No, it was sweet."

"I'm sorry. Mom and Aaron freaked you out, didn't they?"

She sighed and moved away, leaning back on the couch and facing me, "Sorta. I just wasn't prepared. Did you have a good visit after I left?"

All I could think about was you, I wanted to scream. I'd wanted to throttle my brother and punch Kevin for making her feel better when I couldn't. I ached to pull her to me and just forget everything, but I could tell she was trying to pull herself out of her mood.

"Yeah, it was fine. Aaron was being a brat. I'm sorry."

She shrugged. "I'm competition. He barely gets to see you, and today I was here, stealing your attention. When I get back from Europe, I'll come for a long visit in Florida, and he'll settle down."

Europe. I hated thinking about that. It was going to be about a month before I saw her again. But… she'd come to Florida then, and I'd get to show her my life. I knew all about her and the Point house, but she'd never seen my place. "Yeah? You'll come to Florida?"

She smiled at me, taking my hand and lacing our fingers together. "Absolutely. I'll talk to Lola about booking me on a flight straight to you. Should I fly into Miami?"

"Yeah. The Marathon airport is like right across the street, but it doesn't really have many commercial flights. I'll drive up and get you."

He was trying so hard. He smiled at me, and I felt like my heart was going to leap right out of my chest with wanting him. I pulled him over to me and kissed him deeply.

"I'm all gross from the softball game, Rache." He raised an eyebrow at me. "Sure I'm allowed to touch you?"

I laughed at his teasing and ran my fingers through his hair. Laying back on the couch, I pulled him on top of me, running my fingers under his shirt. He shuddered at my touch, smiling down at me.

"I love you, Rache. How the hell did I get lucky enough to have you in my bed?"

"Well, technically, it's the couch, dear," I teased.

His eyes were so blue as he stared down at me. I could feel tears behind my eyes, and I shut them tightly, telling myself that I would not fall apart. I concentrated on my breathing as he pulled my sweater up over my head.

She sighed softly as I tossed her sweater on the floor and I ran my hand over her stomach, then up to her breasts. She was stunning, lying there beside me in the soft light. I leaned down and ran my tongue around her nipple before pulling it slowly into my mouth. She gasped and arched her back, moving underneath me. When I bit down on her lightly, she groaned, making me smile against her.

I loved that I understood her body and anticipated her reactions to my touch. "I've wanted you all day, Nick," she sighed.

Like I hadn't? I'd thought I was going to win my basketball game with Brian and she was going to be my prize! Then Mom and Aaron had ruined that plan for the afternoon.

"Where's that lingerie you bought with Mom today?"

She laughed, her eyes smiling up at me. I made her laugh. I made her moan. I made her body tremble beneath me. My Rachel, my rock goddess who looked up at me with such love in her eyes. I don't know how I'd gotten her back, but I was never letting her go again.

I ran my hand back down her body as she pulled off my shirt and fumbled with the zipper on my pants. But I moved away, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down over her hips. Once she was lying naked beneath me, our dinner wascompletely forgotten. God, I loved this... just lying here kissing on my couch like nothing else in the world existed. Slowly she moved her hand down my chest, across my stomach and I shuddered at her touch. I moaned as her tongue touched mine and her body moved against me.

But this wasn't about me. Her hand moved inside my jeans and I stopped her, caressing her thigh so she opened to me. Kissing my way down her neck, I stopped to suck on the hollow of her throat. Her breathing was ragged as my fingers danced over her, "Don't stop, Nick."

My hand crept up between her legs, and she tangled her fingers in my hair, holding my face to her as I found my target. Her body responded to every move I made... her back arching as I brought her closer to the edge.

I could feel my erection straining against my pants, but I didn't care. I wanted to watch her and feel her response, losing myself in her. It was like I could feel everything she was feeling. Suddenly, she reached down, her hand guiding me deeper into her. I quickened my pace, and her legs trapped my hand against her as she cried out to me.

She reached out for me, and I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her hot tears against my chest. She didn't say anything, and neither did I. Maybe she just needed to cry for a minute. After a while, I felt her breathing steady, and I pulled away to look at her sleeping face. I reached over to the bed and pulled a blanket over us. She seemed to conform to my body, hiding her face in the crook between my shoulder and neck. Content, I closed my eyes with her.

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