Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 28

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 31
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

Clockwatching
Lately we're running out of time, aren't we?

I wasn't sure why my fancy suite in Knightsbridge wasn't good enough, but I didn't really care once we arrived at our hotel. Only it wasn't really a hotel. Alex had called it a private club and Em assured us we'd love it. And it was only a few blocks from their house, so Rachel was ecstatic that we could just walk 'home.'

I liked the sound of that. Home. Going home with my girl. Guy and I were talking about how much that word appeared in my songs. Seemed to be a recurring theme of this record. I'm sure I could pay a lot for some therapist to tell me that I was reclaiming my childhood or something.

But I didn't need a therapist to tell me that Rachel was home. She was all I needed in this world. I'd tried the other girls and drinking and even drugs on occasion. None of them compared to what I had when I was with her.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

"Shouldn't it be a pence or pound or something?"

"Very good. Soon we'll have you talking like a real Brit!"

"Doubtful, buttercup." I leaned down, kissing her quickly as the nice woman behind the desk smiled and handed her a key and an envelope.

"Ms. Evesham has taken care of your room. I trust you'll find everything you need inside. But if you don't, please ring down. The lift is to your left."

Rachel thanked her and I grabbed our stuff, following her to the 'lift'. I'd just thrown some stuff in my backpack when I'd gone back to my hotel before dinner. Vinnie and Tony had even been sorta okay about me leaving. They were probably happy to have the room to themselves for the evening. If I didn't pick up a girl, neither could they. This was good. Everyone was getting some tonight.

Rachel and I had had dinner at Em and Alex's, because Rachel wanted to see Lexa, but she claimed jet-lag and we left early. I hoped she wasn't really jet-lagged. I had plans for tonight. And for tomorrow. Guy and I had decided we were done for now, and for the rest of my time in London I could be with Rachel.

We didn't have to leave this hotel. I dropped our stuff inside the door, and Rachel flicked on a light, smiling as she looked around. It was very modern, all sleek lines, with flowers everywhere.

We could have sex on the couch. It was big enough. And the windows had a great view of London. We could open the curtains and no one would see us if we happened to fuck leaning against the windows.

Who cared if they did? We'd had sex in the studio this afternoon. I still wasn't sure what inspired me to do that.

Rachel looked back at me with a smile and I knew why I'd attacked her in the studio. She was so beautiful that I couldn't help myself. "I knew this would be a nice room."

With three steps, I crossed the room and pulled her into my arms. "My room is really nice. It's a suite, even."

"But you and the guys have been there for a week now. I know it's a mess."

I couldn't even argue with her. It was a mess, with three guys there. She smiled at the look on my face.

"I thought so. This way we get privacy, and I get a clean room."

"You can't unpack."

"But, I…"

I kissed her before she could finish. She stumbled when I let her go, and I reached down, unbuttoning her shirt slowly. "No. That quickie in the studio was great, but then you made me suffer through dinner with Em and Alex and Lexa."

"I thought you had fun at dinner!" It was boring, wasn't it? I knew we should have gone out.

He kissed me again. "It was a great dinner. And it was great because I got to be with you. But I need you naked now."

He pushed the shirt off my shoulders, leaning me against the window. The glass was cool against my skin, and I shivered.

"What is it with you and exhibitionism today?"

"Just you, Rache. I can't wait until we get to a bed."

I had some really slinky lingerie in my bag. But I guess that could wait until later. I reached out, pulling on the waistband of his jeans to bring him closer to me. "Right here?" I asked him, and he nodded.

"No one will look up."

"They might, and we'll end up in the tabloids." I'd just been talking to Damon a few months ago and ended up in the tabloids.

I unbuttoned his pants anyway, pushing them over his hips. "No one will know who we are. Keep your back against the window," he said.

I stepped out of my pants, taking my underwear with them. "I have a very noticeable tattoo on my back."

He slipped his hands around my waist, tracing my tattoo by memory, and I leaned forward, resting my head against his chest. "Good point. Should you be facing the window?" he asked.

"No. I want to see you, bunny." I kissed him, moaning as his tongue invaded my mouth. I loved that tongue… later, I would enjoy that tongue. Right now, it was just about the quick sex.

"I'll have to hold you up," he said, pushing my hips against his hard cock. "I'll cover up the tattoo."

"Excellent plan. Now we just need a condom."

We broke apart for a few seconds, and I pulled a condom out of my bag while he took off his shirt. I started to wrap my arms around him again, but he took my bra off first. I'd forgotten all about it. "I have better ones in my bag," I said, and he smiled, leaning me back against the window.

"We have all night, buttercup. And tomorrow. Plenty of time for you to show off pretty lingerie."

He bit his lip as I rolled the condom on, and I smiled. "Maybe I should change?"

"No," he said, lifting me up until he found the angle where he could slide inside of me, and I cried out. This was worth hours of travel, for this moment as I felt him fill me.

"God, Rache," he said, holding still for a second. "You feel…"

"Perfect," I finished for him. "Fuck me, Nick."

He did, slamming me up against the window, and I didn't even care. All I could do was wrap my legs around him as he pounded inside me, and I cried out his name over and over again, asking for more. He gave me more, fucking me so hard part of me worried that we would break the window.

I swear I felt it give a little when he came, pressing me into the window as he groaned out my name. I held on to him as he let his head drop to my shoulder, catching his breath. "Sorry," he said finally. 'You didn't…"

"Don't worry about me, baby. There was too much going on there to concentrate. You can make it up to me later."

"Did you bring your 12-volt batteries?"

I cracked up, and he carried me over to the couch, grinning. "I don't bring toys on trans-Atlantic flights, honey. It is all up to you."

"No problem," he said, kissing me. "Just let me catch my breath."

"Wake up!" she said, jumping on the bed, and I pulled her down next to me, making her giggle. I'd woken up a few minutes ago, when she turned off the shower, and I was waiting to see how she'd wake me up.

Why had she showered? We were just going to get all sweaty again in a few minutes.

She laughed as I kissed her, complaining about morning breath and stubble, but I knew she didn't really care. This is what we did in the morning. I loved waking up with her and knowing we didn't have to do anything all day.

"You have to get up, bunny," she told me, and I shook my head, pulling her closer to me.

"Why?"

"We have to go and get breakfast at the Muffin Man!"

"Does this lousy hotel not have room service?"

"It might. But I want to go to the Muffin Man. And then there's an exhibit at the National Portrait Gallery that Em says is really good, and there's a Yo! Sushi not far from there."

"We're leaving the hotel?" Why in the world would we leave the hotel? What in London was better than having sex all day and ordering room service and watching British TV?

The smile dropped from her face at my expression. "We don't… no. I want to go out."

"More than this?" I asked, stroking her breasts lightly. Her nipples rose to my touch, and I smiled at her.

Smiling, she shook her head. "That is very tempting. But it's London. We could go out for just a little while?"

"Does this muffin place deliver?"

"Probably not," she said. "I really want to go and do some stuff. I want… I want to make London memories with you, Nick."

"Don't you have enough memories with me yet?"

"No," she said, her eyes serious. "And London is different. All sorts of bad stuff has happened to me here, and I want to make it better. Please?"

She was so serious that I had to stop joking. "What do you want to do?"

"Anything. The Portrait Gallery would be fun, but if you think that's boring, we can do whatever. I don't care. I just want to see a little bit of London with you."

"The Portrait Gallery is fine." I guess. Whatever she wanted to do. But portraits of old dead guys did not sound like my idea of a fun afternoon. "And what's this about sushi?"

She grinned, my happy Rachel back. I'd do anything for that smile, even go to a museum. "I told you about Yo! Sushi. They have sushi on a conveyor belt, and you just take what you want, and when you're done, they add up all the plates."

I remembered that from an email. I'd wanted to do that, but never had the time. "Can we have sushi for breakfast?"

She giggled. "No! Muffin Man for breakfast. Should we call Tony and Vinnie and see if they want to come with us?"

"Uh, no. I bet they're still asleep." Or having sex with whoever they picked up last night. I should be having sex right now, but my girlfriend needed to be a tourist.

Hell, what time was it? We didn't have to be anywhere, did we?

"Sushi?" she suggested, and I shook my head, kissing her.

"They'll be fine. But I will not make it through the day if we don't have sex now."

She laughed. "What, you'll walk around with a hard-on all day?"

"Yes. Wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Absolutely. Can't let that happen." She kissed me.

So many reasons I loved this woman. Millions.

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