Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 26

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 26
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

"Nick?" she asked, drawing my name out with a question at the end.

"Rachel?" I responded, mimicking her tone.

"We're driving to Miami." We were. We had a flight to New York the next day, and instead of rushing up, we'd decided to stay the night at some great Miami hotel that was close to the airport. We'd both had enough of my family for a little while.

"Yes, buttercup. We are."

"And tomorrow we fly out of the Fort Lauderdale airport."

"Miami isn't far from Fort Lauderdale, baby."

I looked away from the road long enough to catch her rolling her eyes. "Yes, you've explained that. But we're driving up and leaving from there."

Hadn't we discussed this already? "Yeah?"

"Doesn't your car live in Marathon?"

I started to answer, and then caught myself. "Uh, yeah," I admitted, making her giggle. "Mark will come and get it." He'd done that before.

"Does Mark know that?"

Probably not. I hadn't thought of it until right now, after all. Then again, Mark was probably smarter than me. Still…

I picked up my phone, and Rachel cracked up. Even if it was because I'd done something stupid, I still loved her laugh.

"Is this one of those stupid things you did just to make me laugh?"

I'd told her that in an email or something, hadn't I? "You didn't think of it, either!" I defended myself, and she giggled again.

"Yes, but I have vacation brain."

"Me too!" I was so much on vacation that I'd barely used my cell phone. It was charging off the car right now. Could I make a call while it was still attached to the charger? I flipped it open, but Rachel screamed before I could try to dial the number.

"Lobster!" she shrieked, and I switched over to the right lane. I wasn't even startled. There was a little group of shops off the side of the highway that advertised with a twenty-foot lobster. It always made me laugh when I passed it, but I could tell from the tone in Rachel's voice that there was no way she'd let me just drive by.

"I have to have a picture of that!" she insisted. "James will die laughing. Can we stop?"

"I'm turning around, baby," I told her, turning down the road that would take us back to the lobster.

"Did you know I'd want to see the lobster?"

"The lobster is so you, Rache." She loved that sort of roadside America stuff. Hell, she even liked stopping at highway rest stops across the country, and none of them ever had anything as cool as a twenty-foot lobster.

"I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not," she wondered as I pulled into the parking lot. I parked the car and smiled at her.

"Of course it's a compliment, buttercup. You just… you just find the fun in everything."

Beaming, she kissed me. That was definitely a good compliment.

I gave my best cheesy grin, wrapping my arms around Nick's waist as some nice tourist took our picture in front of the giant lobster. She handed us back the camera, and we thanked her. I doubt she had any idea that she'd just taken a picture of one of Florida's most famous sons.

"That's gonna be my Christmas card," I told Nick, slipping the camera into the pocket of his shorts. That was the good thing about his cargo shorts. Lots of pockets to store my stuff.

"Are we sending out 'couple' Christmas cards this year?" he asked. "Greetings from Nick, Rachel and the freak lobster baby?"

"That might get us the cover of the National Inquirer, or better yet, News of the World. Mom will love that! We might bump Bat Boy off the front page. Mom loves him…" Nick's laugh made me stop, and I had to laugh with him. "I know, I'm a freak. Can we go inside?" It looked like a touristy type store.

Nick shrugged. "We're not in a hurry."

"Lola did say that she got us a really nice room. With a really big bed…" I teased, and he kissed me quickly. He'd arranged everything else, so I'd taken care of our hotel for tonight. Or, I should say, I called Lola and she insisted that she book it for us so she'd be sure we made it back on time. She was so high-strung, that Lola.

Then again, after a week in Florida, I'd consider anyone who knew what time it was at this moment to be high-strung. No wonder Floridians hated the rest of the country.

"Ah, we've got the car for that. We can make love in the shadow of the lobster."

Giggling, I led him into the store. I'd gotten lots of nice gifts for people in Key West, but this looked like the sort of place with tacky key chains and stupid t-shirts with Florida stuff on them. Maybe I could get bongos made out of coconut shells for Darien or something.

I was almost looking forward to seeing my band. We were booked in the studio the day after tomorrow, working on our track for the VW commercial we'd gotten. We were getting paid a ton of money and getting cars on top of that, so hopefully it would be a good track. I was supposed to be working on that while I was with Nick, wasn't I?

Whatever. Jeremy probably had about 15 songs written by now. He didn't have a cute boyfriend to play with on vacation. He'd just been in cold New York for the last couple of weeks, while I'd been lying in the sun, relaxing with Nick. I'd let Jeremy win on the song front. I was so relaxed and happy that I didn't care about Jeremy's ego for once.

That would surely change once we walked into the studio, but right now, I could care less. Nick was standing in front of a wall display of t-shirts, reading the slogans printed on them and laughing to himself. His hair was blonder than ever, falling into his eyes, and he looked tanned and relaxed and perfect. He fit here in Florida. He said that about me and the Point all the time, and now I knew where he fit. He always said the road was more home to him than anywhere else, but sun and sand and the sea made him happiest.

Maybe we should both quit our bands and buy a little house in the Keys and settle down. That would be pretty sweet… and we'd both be bored in a month.

A vacation home? That would be good. I walked over to him, and he put his arm around my shoulders. "I like that one with the flowers and the dolphin," he told me, and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You do?"

"For your nieces!" he explained. "Not for me. Did you get them anything?"

"I got them lots of things," I admitted. When I got used to having money, would I stop spending it so much? "But anything you get them would be much cooler."

"That's right," he agreed, giving me a funny cocky smile. "Because I am so much cooler than boring old Aunt Rachel."

"You're just new, little man," I warned. "Stick around for a while, and they'll get bored with you, too."

"I'm a Backstreet Boy, Rache. I'll never be boring."

I scowled at him as he laughed. He was right. We could get married and settle down, and when my girls were 40, they'd still think Nick was cooler than anyone else in the family. The problem with youthful impressions. It was why I still loved Duran Duran, after all. They were my first pop star loves, and you never forget your first love… Too bad I hadn't steered the girls towards *Nsync a few years ago when I had the chance.

Still, I didn't mind that Nick bought tacky souvenirs for everyone in my family. I found suitably silly things for my band, just to rub it in that I'd been enjoying the sun while they'd been freezing their asses off in New York. James had been complaining to me on the phone the other day, and I reminded him that he could use his new credit card and jet off to whichever warm island he wished. That finally shut him up.

I only had a few more hours in Florida, and I intended to enjoy them. Tacky souvenirs for friends and family, and Nick had promised me there was a Waffle House in Key Largo where we'd stop for dinner. Then we'd check into our incredibly expensive hotel and at least spend the morning on the beach before we had to leave. I needed to shop! We had a lot more vacation to cram into the next day.

"We have a washer and dryer!" I lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Rachel was running around, checking out our room. It had started to rain when we hit Miami, and after the laid back drive through the Keys, the highways around the city had made me tense up a little. Of course, it had stopped raining as soon as we got off the highway to get to the hotel. Figures. I was happy to just be sitting still right now.

"We're only here for a night, Rache."

"Yeah. But it's still cool!"

About two hours ago, we were sitting in a Waffle House. We'd ordered half the menu, and it'd been less than twenty bucks. Now we were in an expensive room in a classy hotel, and she was just as excited as she'd been by hash browns. I felt her brush by me as she headed for the balcony, and then I heard her scream.

Was that a good scream or a bad scream? I was about to roll off the bed to check when she bounced on top of me. "We have a hot tub!"

I smiled up at her. "We do?"

"Totally! It has a screen around it. That doesn't make any sense, does it? Then we can't see the view. We have a really good view of the ocean, too! Or… oh."

"The screen means no one can see us, either," I told her, wiggling my eyebrows. She returned my leer, leaning down to kiss me, and I cupped her face in my hands, breathing her in.

"Never stop being excited by cool hotel rooms, buttercup," I said softly, and she smiled.

"Giant lobsters and expensive hotel rooms. I have eclectic tastes, don't I?"

"And Waffle Houses," I reminded her. "I love your taste."

She kissed me again. "I love that you drove. Miami traffic is scary."

"It wasn't that bad when we left last week."

"No," she agreed. "Do you just want to lie here for a bit?"

"I need a little bit of energy to properly enjoy the hot tub," I admitted, and she smiled, standing up. "You don't have to go!" I whined, but she shook her head.

"You know I have to unpack."

I sighed. "Yes. You do." Even if we were only going to be here for less than a day, she needed to unpack. I shut my eyes, listening as she opened drawers and the closet, putting things away. I heard her flipping through the book that was in every hotel room, explaining the amenities of the hotel, along with the room service menu. She always looked through that book, too. She told me once that she didn't want to miss anything. Maybe this hotel had some unexpected amenity, a 24-hour steam room or something that we needed to take advantage of.

"Oh, sweetie, you need to call Mark."

I groaned. I didn't want to move. "You're right. I should do it before I forget again." Before I could move to find the phone, she was next to me, handing me my cell. I didn't even remember getting it out of the car where it was charging. That was probably because I hadn't. She'd remembered it for me, I was sure. I smiled at her in thanks, and then she disappeared again.

Still too tired to move, I held the phone in front of my face, paging through my numbers. Damnit. Did I not have Mark in here? Sighing to myself, I hit Dad's number, and then stopped. He'd tell me I was irresponsible, and I'd have to listen to a lecture before he gave me Mark's number. Aaron? No, he'd keep me on the phone for an hour.

Mom. Not only would she not keep me on the phone forever, she'd take care of arranging things with Mark herself. Perfect. She answered after a couple of rings.

"Bro!"

Aaron? "I thought I dialed Mom's number!"

"You did. But you've got some weird ring on her phone, so I picked up. Are you stuck by the side of the road or something? Do we have to come get you?"

"No. We just got to Miami. I called…"

He cut me off. "You just got to Miami? You left like six hours ago!"

"We made some stops. Let me…"

"Where? There is nowhere to stop in the Keys!"

"Sure there is! We stopped at the place with the lobster." I heard myself telling him the story of going to the lobster place. Did it even have a name? This is why I didn't want to talk to Aaron! He always got me talking.

I was telling him that Rachel had tortured me with country music on the Waffle House jukebox when I felt something hit my chest. Looking down, I found Rachel's shorts.

Without Rachel in them. What was she doing?

Aaron was bitching about country music as I sat up, finding Rachel a few steps away from the bed, not wearing her shorts. I met her eyes and she smiled, pulling off her t-shirt and leaving it in a heap as she backed up toward the doors that lead out to our balcony.

"Nick! Are you still there?"

"Yeah, dude. Look, A, I gotta go. Let me talk to Mom."

"Go and do what?"

Reaching behind her back, Rachel unsnapped her bra and let it slip off her shoulders. I'm not sure where the bra went, because I was transfixed by the sight of her perfect breasts. I hadn't seen them in a few hours, after all. We'd managed to make it through the drive this time without pulling over for a quickie in the backseat.

"Do what, Nick?"

"I… uh…" Rachel raised an eyebrow at me, taunting me with her gaze as she lifted her hair off her neck, showing off her breasts a little more. Like I needed to be taunted more? "My battery's dying, and I need to talk to Mom. Put her on."

"Whatever," he grumbled, and I heard him drop the phone.

"What are you doing?" I hissed to Rachel, as she turned around to the mirror, picking something off the dresser and clipping her hair up. Shit. She knew I loved it when she pulled her hair up. The rhinestones in her cute palm tree earrings caught the light. So Rachel. She made anything sexy, didn't she?

"I thought I'd go into the hot tub," she said casually, like she wasn't standing here nearly naked while I was attempting to talk to my brother. "If you're too tired, you can just sleep. I'll come to bed in a bit."

"Like hell you'll…"

"Like hell I'll do what, Nick?" Damnit!

"Nothing, Mom."

"You shouldn't be speaking that way to Rachel, then."

"Really, Mom, it's…" I gave up. "Hey, I didn't think about the car when we drove up here. Can you get Mark to come up and bring it back to the house?"

Mom sighed. "I was wondering when you were going to figure that out, Nicky. You really need to learn that not everyone is going to keep cleaning up behind you. It's because you lived in so many hotel rooms growing up, isn't it?"

Oh, God no. Not the 'I didn't mother you properly' lecture! I don't have time for that lecture! Not when Rachel was standing in front of me like this!

She shrugged at me when I motioned for her to save me with Mom. That was mean!

Casually, she turned around, bending over to step out of her panties, showing off her pretty ass. Then she walked out of the room onto the balcony. That was meaner!

Mom went on as I got up to follow Rachel. No. Bad idea. I couldn't go out there with my mom on the phone. I had to get Mom off the phone, and then I could concentrate on ravishing my girlfriend.

I could see her as she stepped into the water, lit by candles. Candles? Had she brought candles with her?

Of course she had. She knew this was a good hotel room, and we'd have good sex, and she always liked us in candlelight.

"Mom… Mom… yes, Mom…" I heard myself saying. Standing up, I pulled off my shorts, but I got stuck with the cell phone and my t-shirt. "Mom, seriously, you're breaking up. My battery is almost dead."

"Did you bring the charger?"

"Yes! I have it. I'm going to plug it in right now. Are you going to get Mark to pick up my car or not?"

She gave me her best long-suffering Mom sigh. "Yes, I will speak to Mark. He can come up to the airport. Just remember where you parked it. Don't forget to call after you park. And leave the ticket in the glove box. You forgot that last time, and it was a mess. Mark had to pay some outrageous fine to get it out."

Yeah yeah yeah. God, why did I call home? "I'll remember. I'll tell Rachel to remind me, too."

"Tell her right now. She seems like a responsible young woman. I'm very glad you brought her here to meet everyone."

That made me stop for a second. "Are you?"

"She's great, Nick," Mom said, her voice softer. "Everyone liked her a lot. I'm not sure that I've ever seen you this happy with a girl."

"I haven't been, Mom," I told her honestly. Even in the early days when I was in love with Mandy, it hadn't been like this. And unlike Mandy, it just got better and better with Rachel.

Especially when she was naked in the hot tub, waiting for me!

"I hope… well… We all like her. Have fun in New York, and we'll see you soon. I'll send Mark to get your car tomorrow or the next day."

"Thanks, Mom. Love you."

"Love you, too." I really loved her when she finally hung up the phone. I turned mine off and tossed it on the bed, and then I yanked my shirt off, going over to the balcony door to find my girlfriend.

Damn, she was amazing, wasn't she? There were candles lit all around the hot tub, which was sunken into the balcony. The water was bubbling around her naked body, and I had a perfect view of her bare breasts as they bobbed above the water, teasing me. She was leaning back with her eyes closed, a slight smile on her lips. She didn't open her eyes, but I could tell she heard me. I stood by the door for a minute and just stared at her, taking in the scene and breathing in the scent from the burning candles.

"Lilac?" I asked, noticing the scent was different than the lavender candles she usually had with her at all times. She opened her eyes, smiling up at me.

"Good guess. Anna must have slipped some in when you weren't looking. They're both purple, I guess. I stole a box when we left Tampa."

"You're allowed," I assured her, going over and kneeling next to her, touching her hair, "Sexy."

She giggled a bit. "Thought that was approval I saw in your eyes when I did it."

"That was very mean, Rachel," I scolded her, and she smiled up at me.

"It was very funny, watching you squirm." Reaching out, she ran a wet hand over my hard cock, and I bit back a moan. How close were we to other balconies? "Watching this get bigger under your clothes…" she breathed, stroking me. "I love making you hard. I get so wet, seeing that."

Was she trying to kill me? Groaning, I slipped into the water next to her, immediately reaching out for her. She moaned softly as my hand slid up her leg.

"That's nice, baby," she whispered, closing her legs around my hand and swallowing another moan as my fingers slid against her. She didn't move, though, letting herself float as I touched her, soft whimpers her only response. My cock was rock hard, but I didn't move to satisfy myself, preferring to watch her as she responded to my touch.

God, I loved the way he touched me. Keeping my eyes closed, I concentrated on the feel of his hands slipping against my skin, his fingers sliding between my lips and the sound of the ocean below us. The jets had stopped, leaving the wonderful sensation of tiny bubbles breaking against my skin. I slid down further in the hot tub and my ears filled with water. Suddenly all I could hear was my heartbeat and breathing inside my head. It intensified the pleasurable feeling Nick was giving me.

I had to get one of these at home. I could just imagine floating with Nick, looking up at the stars above the Point as he did these things to my body. I felt a shiver run down my spine even as the warm water turned my muscles to jelly. Suddenly Nick thrust his long fingers inside me and I sputtered for air.

"Shit… more," I begged, reaching down to touch my breasts as I arched my back, pulling him in deeper. "More…"

In an instant I heard a splash, and my legs were quickly parted. His lips encased my clit, his soft tongue licking me, exploring me. Oh, that was amazing. Just as quickly the sensation was gone, though, and I felt drops of water falling on my face as he leaned down, kissing me like he couldn't breathe without his lips on mine. His tongue filled my mouth, and I felt how much he wanted me from the force of his kiss. Matching him, I reached down for his cock as my feet found the floor of the tub and I moved to be closer to him. Moaning into my mouth, he cupped my face in his hands as his hips rocked against me.

Without warning he broke our kiss, pushing me up and out of the water. I scrambled up onto the edge, the breeze cool against my wet skin and making my nipples painfully hard. But it was a good pain. Before I knew it, his mouth was back, licking at them and sucking hard as his hands moved all over my body. God, I could never get enough of him… of this. I needed more and felt around on the deck for one of the condoms I'd thrown there before I climbed in.

"Up… stand up…" I panted, finally finding it and ripping at the wrapper with my teeth. Damned packaging!

Nick obeyed me, standing up on the little ledge that ran around the hot tub. Momentarily he lost a bit of his erection as the air hit him, but I felt him grow again as my hand found his cock and I stroked him gently.

"God, Rache… harder… Do that harder."

Smiling, I tugged on his cock and he moaned for me to do it harder, so I obliged, slightly afraid I might be hurting him. But the look in his eye was pure lust, telling me that I hadn't even come close. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs as he pushed my legs apart, opening me again. We both groaned loudly as he finally pushed into me, his cock filling me in one stroke. He started to move - quick thrusts that I knew would get us both off quickly - but I locked my heels behind his ass, making him stop.

"God, Rache…" he groaned, "You are so fucking… let me… please."

"I love you begging, baby."

"Frustrating," he panted, rocking inside me as I squeezed my muscles around him. He moaned loudly like I knew he would. God, I loved the sounds he made when he was desperate to get off.

"You love it."

"I love you," he panted again, leaning down to kiss me. In between kisses, he whispered dirty things into my skin, knowing it'd make me desperate to feel him move inside me. And it did. His words got me, and I needed to come so bad. I let go, and he started thrusting again, harder and deeper than before. It didn't take much for him to come inside me. I followed him, lying back and rubbing my clit hard as he continued to move inside me. "Come for me, baby," he pleaded, and I was powerless to stop, crying out his name as I felt every nerve ending in my body explode.

He collapsed on top of me, exhausted. I kissed his shoulder, licking the water from his skin. Before I knew it, we were slipping back into the water and he reached down between us for the condom before pulling me back up against his body to hold me as the jets turned back on.

This was definitely the best vacation ever.

The light glistened off the blue ocean in front of us like a million tiny diamonds and distracted me from my book. God, it was beautiful here. I thought the Keys were pretty - and they were - but this was even more amazing. The Key West hotel was good, but no one did luxury like Donald Trump apparently. And the Trump Resort here was proving that to us. I barely had to look in the direction of the beach bar for someone to be coming over with another yummy frozen drink or new towel because mine had too much sand on it.

"So, this is what vacation is like," I said out loud.

"What, baby?" Nick responded, and I looked over at him.

He wasn't even looking at me! He was looking at some hot babe in a bikini walking into the ocean. I fished an ice cube out of my cup of water and leaned over, slipping it inside his bathing suit before he even realized what I was doing. He yelped when he figured out what had happened, jumping up and dancing on the hot sand for a second to make it fall out. I cracked up as a few people looked over at us.

Pouting, he threw himself back into his chair. "What was that for?"

I lowered my sunglasses and gave him a look. "You think I missed you looking at that girl?"

"I wasn't…"

I cut him off, giving him a look. "Other girls, cold. Me, hot tub."

That made him laugh, and he leaned over, kissing me. "No one's hotter than you, Rache. I'm just a boy. We can't help looking."

"I know," I smiled. "I was just trying a little negative reinforcement, since you were blatantly ignoring me."

"I wasn't. You said… something about vacation?"

"Vacation," I asserted, settling back into my comfy lounge chair. I closed my eyes, smiling as the sun warmed my face and legs. I should probably ask Nick to put up the umbrella before I started to burn, but I was content here. I was just this side of giddy… it was nice. I didn't have to be anywhere but here, enjoying the moment with my amazing boyfriend. Damn, I loved him. "I don't think I've ever really got it before. When we were growing up, Mom and Dad would take a vacation every winter. They'd leave us with my grandparents and go off together somewhere warm. I never got it until right now."

I felt Nick leaning over to me a moment before his warm lips met mine, and then he carefully nuzzled my neck. That was nice, too. Apparently, he agreed. "Mmmmm… salty."

I laughed with him, reaching up to touch his face. Sometimes I just had to touch him. Prove to myself that this all was real, not some figment of my drunk and sun-exposed imagination. Damn, I was really feeling lightheaded. Suddenly Nick's expression changed. "Missing your Dad, buttercup?"

"Nah… It just occurred to me. I don't think I've ever been this relaxed. Not in a long time. Every so often I'll think I should check in with someone… Saffron or Lola or James…" Nick started to argue, and I held up a hand to stop him. "But I let the feeling pass. Guess I've never really worked this hard before?"

"Being a rock star isn't all fun and games now is it, baby?"

I giggled with him. When we were first together I used to tease him about his "tough" life as a big pop star, convinced that Sudden Silence had it worse than he did. That was so not true… well, maybe… but in a different way. Sure they got chauffeured place to place and we had to deal with driving the van and booking our own hotel rooms. But we never had so many people wanting a piece of us. They could literally spend all day locked in a hotel room and never see daylight because they were doing interview after interview. Nick had been all over the world, but I bet I'd seen more of it.

Hell, he'd been to Key West dozens of times, but until this week neither he nor Aaron had known any of the history. Like the fact that Key West has about 2,000 chickens running around free and it's against the law to harm them. Aaron thought that was really funny. Everywhere we went, he was pointing out the chickens. I could just hear my mother now. She grew up on a farm, and chickens were most decidedly not pets to her!

"You're getting pink, baby," Nick worried. I felt him blocking my sun, and I looked up to whine, but he was putting the umbrella up.

"Hey! My brain!"

He laughed at that, "What?"

"My brain! I was just thinking that I should ask you to put the umbrella up because I was starting to feel lightheaded."

He looked worried again, leaning down in the sand next to me and stroking my face, "Should we go in, buttercup? You've spent a lot of time in the sun this week."

"Worried I'll become a wrinkled up old hag before my time?"

"Ummm… no… that might be your issue, dear."

He might be right. I'd found myself staring at my reflection this morning as I brushed my teeth, trying to figure out if those little lines around my eyes had been there last week or not. I always joked that I was the old lady, but I didn't want to look that way!

Nick kissed me again, this time letting his fingers get tangled in my hair. He pulled gently, and I arched up to be closer to him, opening my mouth as he deepened our kiss. He smelled like suntan lotion and tasted like rum and coconut milk from the drinks I'd gotten him addicted to in Key West. Yum.

We broke apart, and I found myself running my fingers down his arm, and he shivered just a bit at my touch. "Have we had enough sun, bunny?"

He nodded eagerly in reply, grabbing my book and shoving all our things in my beach bag before offering me a hand. "I think we need to cool off before our flight tonight, don't you?"

"Cool off? Oh, I was hoping we were only getting started, baby."

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