Oreos for Breakfast: Nick BSB Fiction

Oreos for Breakfast - Chapter 24

By
The Paperbag Princess & The Pumpkin Coach

NOTE: The visual A.D.I.D.A.S. precedes Chapter 24

Joining him at the top of the stairs, he continued my tour, pointing to the first room, ""Guest room, and bath across the hall. Office," he nodded towards another door and then dropped my bags inside the last room. Smiling, he turned to me. "Bedroom."

"I see that," I said, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Is this where the magic happens?"

"Not really for me yet. I've only spent a couple of nights here."

"I think we can fix that," I promised, kissing him and tasting the sugar lingering on his tongue from the chocolate icing we'd sampled downstairs. He pulled me closer, kissing my neck as I tried to move towards the bed. With a growl, he picked me up, tossing me on the bed, and I laughed as he fell next to me.

"Did the romantic candlelight work?"

"I didn't need candlelight to want you, bunny. I don't need tricks to put out." Although he did look pretty amazing lying with me on this big bed, the candlelight playing on his skin. For the first time, I noticed how tan he was. He'd only been in Florida for a few days. How'd he get so tan? I bet he was one of those boys who got dark just being outside for a few hours.

He laughed, nuzzling my neck. "Maybe we'll just order a pizza, then."

"I'm totally easy, sweetie. Whatever you want."

She yawned, and I had to laugh. "Do you want to sleep?"

"No," she whined, pulling at my shoulder weakly. "I want you."

I kissed her again, slipping my hand under her t-shirt to stroke her stomach lightly, and she sighed against my lips, her arms falling away from my neck to rest against the bed. Moving away, I smiled at her closed eyes. She was exhausted. How long of a flight was it?

"When did you leave Rome?"

"A week ago?" she wondered, looking up at me. "Sorry."

Shaking my head, I kissed her quickly. "Rachel, we have weeks to be together. I can wait."

She stroked my face, smiling up at me gratefully. "You don't mind?"

"Weeks," I repeated. "Why don't you take a bath, and I'll make dinner?"

"A bath will put me to sleep," she admitted. "I'd like a shower, though."

I rolled off the bed, offering her a hand up. "Shower, then. We'll have dinner and go to bed early."

"I can promise you that there will be sex before I fall asleep for real," she assured me, and I had to kiss her again.

"I might hold you to that. Here." I led her into the bathroom, realizing there was light in there… I knew I hadn't put candles in the bathroom. Anna must have. Girls knew these things. "There's a bunch of towels, and…" I opened the medicine cabinet and handed her a bar of soap. "I even got you pretty soap."

"You are amazing, Nick. Really." She took the soap and inhaled deeply, a smile dancing on her lips. "I will feel so much better after a shower with this."

"Do you want anything from your suitcase?"

She shook her head. "I'll get it."

"Oh, here," I remembered, stepping back into the bedroom. "These drawers are empty. And there's hangers here. Not that you have any clothes to hang…"

She grinned at me. "I will tomorrow. Thank you. Now go and start my dinner. I'll be down in a few minutes."

I kissed her and let her push me out the door. I heard her unzip her suitcase and smiled to myself. I wanted to see her stuff hanging in the closet next to mine. For the next few weeks, we could pretend it was forever, sorta. Not that it was, or that we were really ready for that, but… for a little while, it was nice to know we would have more than a day or two together. We could be a normal couple.

Maybe she could teach me to cook for real. I was just throwing stuff on the grill. That hardly counted. But we did have cake if it sucked… I smiled at the cake as I found a spot for it out of the way. Anna was so cool, giving me recipes and getting us a cake. She hadn't even met Rachel yet, but she wanted to make sure I kept her. I'd take all the help I could get.

I should call Anna, shouldn't I? Grabbing the phone, I went to the deck to turn on the grill. "Nick?" she answered.

"You are so cool, Anna."

She laughed. "Why are you calling me? I thought for sure there would be hot monkey sex as soon as you saw all those romantic candles it took me an hour to light."

"I don't think I've been gone an hour, babe." I jumped back as the grill light caught. I'd never used this grill, had I?

"Well, okay. Twenty minutes, though. Don't get so carried away that you forget to blow them out."

"I don't know that we're getting carried away tonight. Rachel is exhausted."

"You're cooking her dinner, and there is candlelight. Feed her and she'll regain her energy."

"Is this like a video game, where she eats and gets all her life points back?"

Anna laughed. "Exactly. Why are you calling me?"

"Just to say thanks. Have you ever used my grill?"

"Yeah, a couple of weeks ago." Anna had spent more time in this place than I had. Sometimes she liked getting away from her roommate and she'd crash here for the weekend when she didn't want to go home. Her parents lived like half an hour away, but I understood wanting to avoid family sometimes.

I should check my voicemail before Rachel got out of the shower, and make sure everything was okay at home… Aaron had left me a few messages today.

"It works fine," Anna went on. "Put it on medium so you don't overcook the fish. And don't forget about the potatoes in the oven."

"Shit." I had forgotten those. "Hey, I forgot Rachel's clothes, speaking of forgetting things. Are you working tomorrow?"

"You cannot clothe her in wax, Nicky, no matter how much she might like my lavender candles. Why did you have Rachel's clothes to forget?"

I laughed. "She gave me Florida stuff the last time I saw her, so she wouldn't have to drag it around Europe. But it's on my bus. I'm not even sure where my bus is right now."

"I'll tell her to never trust you with important tasks."

"Hey!" I protested, going back in the kitchen, satisfied that the grill was working. "I just got off tour. I'll buy her all new stuff tomorrow."

"I work eight to four tomorrow. What are we doing tomorrow night?"

"I have no idea."

She snorted. "Figures. Come find me if you're shopping. I'll call Tony and see if he knows anything."

"Maybe everyone should come here for dinner before we go out," I suggested. That would be cool. I'd make burgers. I could handle that.

"Getting cocky with the cooking there, superstar?"

"Shut up. It'll be fine. Besides Rachel knows how to cook. What time? Seven?"

"Do you want to check with Rachel?"

"It's fine. Tell everyone seven, and I'll make dinner."

"Fine. See you tomorrow, Nick."

She hung up, and I tossed the phone on the table. Should I have checked with Rachel about that? Maybe she didn't want to host a party here tomorrow. Maybe she thought we were just going to meet up with everyone…

No, it would be fine. Right? It would be perfect. No one would be drunk yet, and they'd be on their best behavior. I was a little worried about my friends and Rachel. We could get really loud and stupid together. But Rachel would be okay with that, wouldn't she? I'd seen her being silly with her brothers and her band. We were just guys being guys, no big deal.

Why was it so hot in the kitchen? Air conditioning, right… that might be better if I'd opened all the windows. I opened the windows in the living room and then went upstairs to open those. The shower was still running, and I called out to her when I walked into the bathroom. "I'm just opening the windows, buttercup."

"Thank you," she said, then stuck her head around the shower door. She looked more awake already. "Can you wash my back?"

I finished opening the window and went over to her. Her skin was flushed and pink from the hot shower. Mmmm… wet, slippery Rachel… No, bad idea. "Then dinner will never get made."

"A kiss to get me through, then," she conceded, and I leaned into the shower some to kiss her. She smelled like the lavender soap I'd gotten and my shampoo. She got me all wet, but I didn't care. I loved how she was all warm and steamy. "I love you," she whispered when we moved apart. "Have I mentioned that yet?"

"Not sure," I admitted. "But I love you, too."

She kissed me again with a smile. "That is a nice tub. We'll have to take a bath sometime this weekend."

I'd never realized what a nice tub it was before. It had Jacuzzi jets and could probably fit three or four people. The shower was separate, and that should be able to fit both of us. I'd thought about the logistics of both when I was showering this morning and had ended up jerking off. As usual.

"Is dinner ready yet?"

Right. I was making dinner. If I hadn't turned the grill on already, I would take off my clothes and join her in the shower. Damn grill.

"I just got started when I remembered the windows. Oh, I talked to Anna and decided to have everyone over for dinner tomorrow before we go out. Is that okay?"

"Whatever you want, bunny. I'll be down in a couple of minutes. I need to get the conditioner out of my hair."

I kissed her one more time and went back to the kitchen.

Everyone was coming over for dinner tomorrow. Who was everyone? Maybe I should have listened when he was talking about his friends in the car, huh? Damnit.

But that was fine. Sounded like it would be casual. Did he expect me to cook, or was he feeling more confident in his culinary skills, now that he was making me dinner tonight? We could do burgers and hot dogs. Those were always good. I made good potato salad, and there was a fruit salad that Darien made once with champagne vinaigrette that was really good… It was nearly November, but I could probably still get good fruit here in Florida.

I could already feel the change in the air since Nick opened the window for me. I'd only been here an hour or so, but I was starting to understand why people moved to Florida. It was nice to have the windows wide open at the end of October. I'd been checking the weather online and in the Keys it was hot. I'd spent most of the summer on tour. I'd like to cheat and get another week or two of it.

Nick and I had met in the summer, and every time I saw him, I thought of sunshine and warm breezes and the ocean. I thought that was just his personality, but maybe it was the fact that he grew up here. I had to ask him how he felt about winter. He probably hated it. Maybe we could spend the winter here, or in Marathon…

Shaking my head, I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair. Who knew what either of us would be doing in the winter? Saffron had been talking about going back to Europe or a supporting slot for a big act on a winter arena tour. Maybe both. No, I'd probably be spending the winter on a tour bus, not lounging on the beach with my boyfriend.

And what would he be doing? We hadn't talked about his solo deal yet, not really. But his emails sounded like he wanted to do that. Sorta. He wanted to do something, and the other guys wanted to be with their families, so maybe he'd do it by default. What would he do on his own? Would Jive make him do an album of ballads, or would they just let him loose? I could see him doing some of the rock stuff he loved. He had a good voice for that. Maybe we could write some songs together, for real, not just goofing around country songs.

I'd played our goofy country song for Lola, and she wanted me to send it with my sappy ballad to Keith Urban. Had I told Nick that yet?

Suddenly I couldn't wait to get out of the shower and talk to him. A minute ago, I'd been enjoying the silence and the water pounding over my tense muscles, but now I wanted to see Nick and talk to him about all these half-answered things we'd been discussing in our emails. I'd even leave JC and James until tomorrow.

Turning off the water, I stepped out and smiled as I felt a breeze over my wet skin. That was so nice. Were we near the ocean here? Maybe we could go for a walk… I had no idea where we were in Tampa. I wasn't even sure where Tampa was, to tell the truth. I'd kept meaning to look it up on a map, but I never got the chance. I knew the Marathon place was on the water. They had boats there. And nothing in the Keys was far from water.

I dried off and then walked naked into the bedroom, running a towel over my hair. I was definitely more awake now. He'd left all the candles lit and I looked around the room. The walls were a pale blue and the plush white carpet that ran throughout the house felt good under my toes. Going over to the closets, I opened the doors and laughed, seeing a few sweaters, t-shirts and jeans stacked up inside. If we were going shopping tomorrow, I'd make him buy some things, too.

I slipped on my pretty lingerie that I'd been waiting to show off for weeks now, and threw on the matching robe. Glancing at myself in the mirror, I smiled, pulling my hair up and securing it with a clip from my bag. He was going to love this outfit.

Walking downstairs, I could hear music, and I found myself singing along before I realized what it was. Ani? Nick was listening to Ani? Had I influenced him that much? The next song came on and I realized it was a CD I'd made for him ages ago, full of silly, sappy songs that made me think of him. Ok, that was really sweet…

Going into the kitchen, I was shocked by what I found. A tray of red pepper strips covered in melted goat cheese, a loaf of nice crusty bread, and an unopened bottle of my Chardonnay. I put the wine back in the refrigerator. I was still far too tired to drink wine. There were two plates on the counter, and wine glasses, and a pitcher of what looked like iced tea.

No mess. I expected mess, because mess seemed to follow Nick wherever he went. Then I heard cursing from the deck, so I went to find him. He was poking at a foil wrapped package on the grill, muttering at it.

"Did it try to hurt you, baby?"

"Yes," he pouted. "It's hot, but I don't think anything's cooked yet."

"That's okay. Leave it for a minute and we'll have some of those yummy peppers I saw."

He looked up at me with a smile, then his face changed when he saw what I was wearing. God, I loved that look. I felt like the sexiest woman in the world. "Shit, Rache. Are you trying to kill me?"

I giggled. "It's all I have to wear. Everything else I packed is in Marathon."

He punched the air, looking pleased with himself. "I'm so glad I forgot your stuff."

Rolling my eyes, I kissed him anyway. "I'm glad you like it."

"It's even better than I imagined," he whispered, running his hand down my arm and feeling the silk under his fingers. "You look beautiful."

"What about you? Do you have your gorgeous pajamas here?"

"Yeah, I… let me finish this and I'll change."

Reaching around him, I closed the top of the grill. "When did you put this on?"

"Ten minutes ago?"

"Let it cook for a bit." I stepped into his arms, resting my head on his chest for a moment before looking around. The privacy fence hid most of his view, but I could see the tops of buildings and what looked like the city to our left. "Where's the water?"

He held me against his chest, pointing behind us. "Miles that way. Everything on the water was too big and too expensive for someplace I was only going to use once in a while. Besides, the place I had with Ma-" He cut himself off, and I snuggled closer to him, hugging his waist.

"The place you had with Mandy was on the water?"

"Yeah," he admitted. "And it was big. Big houses freak me out."

"Do they?"

"Too many places for fans to hide." I laughed, and he went on, a smile in his voice. "Hey, my fans hide everywhere. They've been on my bus, and in my hotel room, and in closets… everywhere. This just has a couple of rooms, and Frank says it's secure."

"How's Frank?" I wondered. "It was weird that he wasn't with you at the airport."

"He was perfectly happy to leave me in Miami," Nick informed me. "We'll see him when we go to Japan, and that is soon enough for me."

"Aw, I like Frank," I scolded gently. "He's a good guy."

"He is, but… I need a break from all things Backstreet for a while."

"I know, bunny." I moved away to look up at him. "Hey, what about the solo album thing? Are you serious?"

He shrugged, turning away to look at the grill. "I guess. Think these are done?"

"I'm sure the salmon is. We can let it rest for a few minutes." I looked over at the grill settings. "Turn it up a bit, and the veggies will cook faster." Was he changing the subject? "Do you not want to talk about it?"

"No, I… maybe not tonight," he admitted, putting the foil packages on a serving plate and then closing the lid on the grill again. "Let's just talk about stupid things. I just want to be with you, not think about work."

All right. That was fair. I didn't even really want to tell him about all the stuff we'd done in Europe, because I was sick of talking about the band. "Then we'll talk about this amazing dinner you've made. Where is the mess, Nick? You destroyed my kitchen making Rice Krispie treats, but an entire dinner and I don't see any mess?"

He laughed. "I sorta put everything together before I left. There was big mess before that, believe me."

"I do believe you! Go change and I'll finish up here."

"No, I'm making you dinner," he pouted, but I went over to him, taking the tongs from his hand and pushing him toward the door.

"But I want to see your sexy PJs, Nicky…"

I had no idea how good those things would look on him. He hadn't buttoned the top, so I could see his tattoos and touch his chest. The blue silk bottoms hung on his hips and I could see his dick poking up against the fabric. "Happy to see me?" I giggled as he joined me, carrying two glasses of iced tea.

"Now that we're going to be together for a while, maybe I won't be hard every time I see you?"

I could hope, right? Otherwise, we'd never be able to go out in public or be around the family. She just laughed at me, taking the glasses and putting them down before hugging me. I pressed against her, and the silk of my pants along with the silky fabric of her robe was just amazing. She rubbed against me, sighing at the sensation. Guess she liked it, too.

"I love your chest, baby," she whispered, kissing my skin. Before I knew it, her hand darted inside my pants and her fingers wrapped around my cock. Damn, that was so good. I moved against her hand and she responded, gripping me harder and licking at my exposed nipple.

"Damn, buttercup. Thought you were hungry…"

Okay, wrong thing to say. She glanced at the table and released me, making me groan. "Eat fast," she commanded, sitting down and opening the foil packets, revealing our dinner.

"Wow… this looks edible! Anna rules."

"You rule, bunny. It's all very edible… look, the salmon is all flaky." I just stared at her and she laughed. "That's a good thing, Nick."

"Cool!" I nodded, unwrapping the green beans and putting half of them on her plate. "I even found a Trader Joe's and made Darien's beans… see?"

"You are amazing, baby. Honestly, I am so impressed." She stroked my face, looking at me intently. "You didn't have to do any of this. I would have been perfectly happy just ordering a pizza or something."

Turning my head, I kissed her hand. "I know… I just… I didn't mind. It was fun." How could I tell her why I did this when I wasn't even sure myself? I'd spent all day fixing up the house and making dinner so that she'd be comfortable. All day, I'd worried about what she'd think. No, I wasn't worried. I guess I was excited. I wanted to see her smile when I lit all the candles, and smell the soap I'd bought for her on her skin, and I wanted to cook for her because she did it for me all the time.

Still smiling at me, she dropped her hand to try one of the green beans and nodded as she bit into it. "That is so yummy. It's been weeks since I've had real food. The food was good in Europe, but it was so much all the time. This is better. Home cooking from my sweetie."

I kissed her before she could take another bite. "I get it."

"Get what?" she asked, that amused look I loved on her face.

"The last time we had phone sex, when you were in Dublin. The night I found out about this outfit," I reminded her, running my hand down her arm.

"I remember that conversation pretty well, bunny. But I'm not sure what you're getting at."

"You said you liked getting ready for me. I think that's what I was doing today. It was nice to be here and just think about you, and not work, and I wanted it to be special when you got here. Making dinner was fun, because I knew you were going to be impressed by it."

"Or I would have made fun of you if you ruined it," she teased.

"But I didn't ruin it, did I?" I protested. "Everything is fine! Nothing burned, nothing- shit!" I jumped up, heading for the kitchen. I could hear her laughing, and she followed me after a minute, as I juggled the potatoes I'd taken out of the oven. Fuck, they were hot.

"You should use an oven mitt with those things, honey."

"I don't think I own one," I admitted, dropping them on the counter. At least they weren't black yet.

"Turn off the oven, baby," she reminded me, opening a drawer and finding a knife. She picked up a kitchen towel and used it to hold one of the potatoes steady as she cut into it. "Perfect!" she asserted, showing me.

It did look like a baked potato. How the hell long was it in the oven? I put them in before I left for the airport… Anna told me they took about an hour, but it had been way more than that now.

Rachel kissed me as I considered the potatoes. "These are pretty difficult to ruin. Do you have butter or sour cream for them?"

"Both," I told her, heading for the fridge.

"Excellent. Dinner is now even better." Five minutes later, it was, as we sat on my deck, eating and talking about nothing. Rachel liked a ridiculous amount of butter on her baked potatoes. How had I never known that before?

"Ooh, hey, can we talk about work for one minute?" she asked, and I shrugged.

"You can talk about work all you want, baby. I want to hear all about how Europe loves you now."

She smirked at me. "Sudden Silence is now officially an international sensation. But I have to tell you something else. I played our silly country song for Lola, and she totally loves it."

"I always knew Lola was a freak."

"Shut up. No, she wants me to demo it for Keith Urban, along with the ballad. Can I?"

I looked at her blankly for a second. Why was she asking my permission? Rachel never asked permission for anything. "You can do whatever you want, Rache."

"But it's half yours… you don't mind if someday he records it and then you'll be on a country record?" She giggled, and I shook my head.

"Jive will never let that happen."

"But…"

I interrupted her. "All yours, babe. It's a gift."

"Yeah, Jive's a good excuse. You just don't want to be associated with a country song," she teased, and I nodded.

"You may be correct on that last part. But, seriously, Jive wouldn't let us release a track we did with Elton John for some movie last year. No way would they let me write songs for someone on another label."

"Jive sucks." I shrugged, and she tugged on my sleeve. "Can we talk about you doing a solo album? Just a little?"

I had to smile at her pleading tone. She sounded like a little kid who wanted ice cream. "I haven't even really thought about it, Rache," I lied. I'd only thought about it every minute, in the back of my mind, since that meeting the other day…

"You lie!" she accused. "How could you not think about it?"

"I'm tired."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Thinking doesn't require much energy, baby. Do they want you to just do another Backstreet album without the other guys, or would they let you do whatever you want?"

"Umm… they mentioned Max." That was cool. I loved Max Martin. He was such a cool guy, and he'd written all our best songs. He really had this rock background, and today I'd been thinking about pulling out some of the old stuff that hadn't made it onto our CDs because it wasn't pop enough. "And they gave me some demos to listen to, and they'd set up meetings for me to maybe write with a couple of songwriters they're working with and…"

Rachel stopped me. "Writing? Really?"

"They said that, and I told them I'd been writing lately, and they wanted to know what sort of stuff, but I don't think any of my stuff is good enough…"

"Nick!" she yelled. "You've written a song for me, and it's wonderful."

"That's just because Anna helped," I said, looking down at my dinner. That song was half an idea before Anna looked at it. Besides, that was Rachel's song. I couldn't sing that for anyone else.

Rachel took my face in her hands, making me look at her. "Sweetie, that song was beautiful the first time I heard it, when you played it for me the night you wrote it. I'm so excited Jive is going to be encouraging you to write."

I shrugged. I guess it was weird, now that I really thought about it. "I guess. They never really encouraged us to write before."

"Never?"

Rolling my eyes, I took another bite of salmon. "This is pretty good, isn't it, Rache?"

"Are we changing the subject again, bunny?" she teased.

"Yeah… no… I don't know. We aren't like you, Rache. God, in so many ways… but we don't get to write our own songs and decide what direction we want to go in. Tomorrow you could go into the studio and decide to do a country album, and that would be okay."

"I doubt that, Nick."

"Well, okay… that's extreme. You wouldn't have any fans left because, you know, country is crap!"

She laughed at that, and I could breathe a bit easier, feeling the mood lighten a bit. Truth is I wanted to tell her all about the solo album and my ideas. Driving up here yesterday, I'd found myself making mental lists of things I'd like to do on this CD. But I probably shouldn't get my hopes up.

"Country isn't crap, and I get your point. But you could do that, too! Seriously, you've made Jive a fuck of a lot of money. They owe you some artistic control, don't they?"

"Do they? They never have before. They pretend to listen to us, but in the end, they're always the ones controlling the show. They've got the money."

We ate in silence for a moment as I considered what he'd said. From the outside, it looked like Backstreet had it made, but we had way more freedom than they did. Maybe that was just our personalities. We were used to writing our own songs and deciding what direction the music should go. I giggled to myself, considering Jeremy's reaction to being told what to write.

"What?" Nick asked, smiling over at me as I gave in to my giggles.

"I'm just trying to imagine Jeremy when Amber tells him that we need to do more ballads or something. He'd freak the fuck out."

He laughed with me. "Yeah, that wouldn't go over well. But they don't do that to you."

"No. Before, they didn't care what we did. They were just hoping that we'd do something, someday, that was marketable. But they didn't have a lot invested in us. I can see where you're different."

He sighed and glanced over at my empty plate. "Are you finished?"

I considered him. I guess we could change the subject now. Nodding, I went to get up, but he pushed me down gently in the chair. "No. There's still chocolate cake!"

"Not sex?" I flirted, running my hands down the front of his pants as he stood next to me. He groaned when I touched his cock, moving against my hand.

He picked up my plate, giving me a peck on the cheek and smiling. "Both?"

"Mmmm… chocolate sex…" We both giggled, and I followed him into the kitchen, checking the grill on the way to make sure it was really off. Pouring more iced tea, I watched him as he rinsed of the plates and loaded the dishwasher. "You know the best thing about cooking on the grill, bunny?"

"That you don't have to do it now?"

"Good point, but no. Easy clean up." I threw away all the little foil packets and handed him the last plate to go into the dishwasher. "All clean now, baby? Am I allowed to touch you?"

He came over, nodding and smiling down at me, and I giggled at the gleam in his eye. Slowly, his large hands ran down the front of my tiny robe, teasing my nipples slightly, until he got to the tie.

"You're like the best present ever, Rache." He sighed as he untied the robe and slipped it off my shoulders. I shuddered as the cool air hit my skin and closed my eyes, not able to watch him for a second as I felt his eyes traveling over my body, taking in the full effect of my pretty lingerie. "Damn, baby."

"I thought we'd never get here, bunny," I whispered as I leaned forward, running my hands over his chest. "Weeks together, just me and you and that big bed upstairs. I can't tell you how that kept me going this last week."

"Shhhh…" he comforted me, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me fully, his tongue meeting mine eagerly. Pulling away to breathe, he bit playfully at my bottom lip. "I know, buttercup. Thank you so much for coming, I love sharing all this with you."

"Nicky, if you get studio time…"

He silenced me with another kiss, and I lost my train of thought. I'm sure it'd come back to me eventually. He was right, I didn't want to think about work any more, even if the idea of him doing a solo album was really cool. At least I thought it was. Would he write lots of songs about me? Would that one he played me the other day make it on? I didn't know if I wanted to share that with the world or not…

"Quit thinking, baby," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear as his hands found my hair clip and he tugged on it gently. My hair fell around my shoulders and his fingers were immediately buried in it. Bliss.

All I could do was nod as he nuzzled my neck and pulled me up against his body. His cock was hard and hot against my stomach, and I reached down, rubbing him through his silky bottoms. "Damn, I love you in these PJs… you are so sexy, Nick."

He just moaned as I continued to rub him, and I eyed the counter, trying to gauge the height, but then I remembered the chocolate cake and pulled away reluctantly.

"Come back here," he growled, grabbing my waist and pulling me against his hips roughly.

Giggling, I pulled away and reached for the cake. "But we need dessert, baby." I flirted, taking a dollop on icing on my finger and offering it to him before he could make a lame joke about me being dessert. He responded in kind, licking the icing of my finger and sucking gently on the tip. Oh, damn. Screw dessert, I needed that mouth other places. My clit tingled just thinking about the sensation as he'd tease me and suck it gently into his mouth, his pointy tongue bringing me closer to my breaking point.

As if he knew, he sucked harder, and raised an eyebrow at me. "Okay, this is coming with," I sighed, grabbing the cake and heading for the stairs as he followed me obediently.

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