Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 38

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 38
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

He pushed me against the door, pulling up my t-shirt. A moan escaped his lips when he found out I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I loved the feel of his strong hands on my ass… he bent to my lips again and I almost stopped him. This was moving so fast - he’d been in my room for about thirty seconds, and I just wanted to fuck him. Maybe we should talk first. Take it a little slower.

Then I remembered almost a year ago, when I’d freaked out after the abortion and all he wanted to do was touch me. He communicated everything through touch.

And it had been a couple of months for me. And having sex with Ben wasn’t even remotely like being with Nick.

So fuck talking. We could have sex first, and then talk.

This is what I missed in my life. This intensity that always came with Nick. His strong arms held me close and it was familiar, but somehow different. I was remembering everything as he touched me, all the million times he’d done the same things or similar things and what he’d do next and how it would feel, and I knew the reality was far better than my memories. I wanted to be naked with him and feel every inch of him against me, and…

But not here.

“Nick,” I whispered, when he moved to kiss my neck.

“This spot,” he murmured against me, his lips just below my ear. “This is it, right?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “But can we move to the bedroom?”

He blinked as if trying to calm his heart or will the blood to stop flowing to his dick. Not sure which and I didn’t really care. He was here holding me, kissing me. It was like the best wet dream come to life.

“Yes. Sorry. I just…”

I laughed, reaching out for his hand. “I know. I remember.”

I led him towards the bedroom, walking backwards so that I could still see his face. I remembered that look, like I was the most desirable woman in the world.

I’d missed that. I’d missed a million things about him, but that look was a big one. I’d been with other guys when I wasn’t with Nick, but none of them looked at me the way he did.

“I couldn’t help myself,” he still apologized, following me. “I just saw you and I had to…”

“Did I tell you to stop? I just wanted to be somewhere slightly more comfortable. Although I do remember a few times on the floor when we couldn’t make it to the bedroom…”

He pulled me closer, kissing me again. “Sorry for fucking up the VMAs.”

I smiled at him. Two years ago, my first VMAs, we’d had sex on the floor because we couldn’t get enough of each other. Six months ago, we’d broken up.

“It wasn’t all your fault,” I told him.

“Just mostly.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, laughing when he pouted at me.

To make it up to him, I laid down on the bed, pulling off my shirt. He just looked down at my naked body for a moment, until I pulled him down next to me.

“I missed this look,” I told him, stroking his face. “No one else looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“You are,” he said, kissing me. His lips traveled to my neck and then my shoulder and I shuddered as I remembered the feel of his mouth on me.

Suddenly we were a mess of limbs and his clothes being tossed aside as we rolled around on the bed. I’d imagined this so many times in my half-awake dream state, but the reality was so much better. I heard him groan as I reached between his legs for his cock and suddenly I was flat on my back on the soft mattress.

But I didn’t want anything soft or slow or romantic. I just wanted him. All of him. Immediately.

Finally he pulled away, “Rachel, I’m gonna… stop. Just a sec…”

“No stopping, Nick. Not now,” I panted as he teased me with his fingers and his lips locked onto my breast. “God, I missed this… you…”

He matched my groan and slammed his cock into me. Yes. This was what I wanted. Needed. This complete sense of fulfillment when we were together.

“Rache, we have to… stop…”

I willed myself to stop pounding into her. But her nails scraped up my back and her strong fingers pulled my hair, making me arch inside her. But I needed to… it wasn’t just this. As fucking amazing as this was.

Groaning, I pulled out of her and our connection was lost. She rolled toward me, blindly following my body as I pulled away from her. Reaching down, she grabbed hold of my cock and I could feel the blood pulsing under her fingertips. Damn, I loved her so much.

“It’s not just this, Rache. Baby, look at me.”

She looked up at me through a curtain of curls and I reached down, taking her wrist and moving her hand away from me. Slowly, I kissed her palm and then each calloused finger. “I love you, Rachel Connor. Not just this. It isn’t just about the sex.”

“But the sex is fucking amazing, Nick,” she whispered, rolling toward me again. “I just… I can’t help myself when I’m with you, bunny.”

I sighed and closed my eyes at her words. “Being your bunny is all I need, Rache.” Running my fingers through her hair, I leaned back down to her and our lips met again. But this time I wouldn’t just devour her. I wanted to savor this moment for just a bit longer. Pressing against her, I ran my hands along the soft skin of her back, her ass, her legs… and she opened back up to me.

“Can we finish now, Nick? Because I’m going to explode here.”

“I thought that was my role, buttercup?”

“Three months,” she reminded me and I had to laugh. Three months… a lifetime. Moving quickly, I opened the bedside drawer to find it… empty?

I turned back to her and she just shrugged. “I told you I didn’t come here expecting to take you back.”

“Not even a little bit hopeful?”

“Not even a little. So I hope you’re still a boy scout.”

I had to laugh at that. Rolling off the bed, I found my bag and dumped the contents out on the floor. I always had a box in this pocket… “Fuck!”

“Don’t even…” she warned and I turned back around to her, not even able to keep up the pretense. Coming back to the bed, I ripped open the box and she was showered with condoms, making her laugh.

“Never so glad to see plastic in my life,” I sighed as I fell onto the bed and was once again met with the soft, warm sensation of her skin next to mine.

Mine.

And this time I didn’t stop her and she didn’t stop me. We barely spoke as I moved back inside her and I think she was doing what I was… trying to make this last as long as we could. I took her to the edge and she’d stop me before bringing us back again and it was my turn. I loved toying with her body and remembering all those spots that made her weak.

In making love to her I was trying to forget all those nights that I woke from my dreams of her in a cold sweat, not being able to imagine that I would be here again. Finally she gave in to me – or I gave into her – and we came together with a long scream and shudder.

“Never waiting three months again. Damn,” she sighed as we both came down from our collective high. “I love you, bunny.”

“Say it again,” I whispered as I kissed her neck and she pulled the sheet over our exhausted bodies.

“Bunny.”

It was a long time before I came back to earth. Slowly, I could see beyond him to realize where we were, that the lights were still on the room, that we were both tracing each other's tattoos without thinking about it, and that I was starving.

Grinning, I moved to look at him. His eyes were shut, and he looked as happy as I'd ever seen him. I stroked his cheek, and he opened his eyes slowly. "I'm hungry," I informed him, and he laughed.

"It is so like you to think of food first thing."

"I didn't eat all day! I was too nervous. Just what we had before the show."

He brushed the hair away from my face, looking at me like I was the most amusing woman he'd ever seen.

I loved that look. I'd missed it.

"I didn't eat either, now that I think about it."

I rolled away from him, wondering where the room service menu might be. "Now, that's bad. Nothing keeps you from eating."

"Hey!" he whined, jumping out of bed and following me into the living room. "I spent lots of time pining for you and not eating. Can't you tell?" He posed, sucking in his stomach and I giggled.

"You have lost weight, actually. I'll take care of that, I'll cook for you again."

He pulled me into his arms, nibbling at my shoulder. "I can't wait." He ran his hands down my back, circling my tattoo with one slow finger. "Your body is different, too… I can't figure out how. Did I just remember wrong?"

Smiling, I stepped away from him. "Yoga. All JC’s fault, I'm addicted now. How did the world not know that man was gay? He gets pedicures and does yoga! Oh, the menu!" I spied it on the desk and grabbed it. He moved next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

“Can I not think about James and JC doing yoga?”

“Not James! He eats hot dogs from the vendor at the corner and laughs at us. He does enjoy some of the… aherm… benefits, though.”

Nick’s eyes danced down my body to my legs. “Oooh, are you all flexible now?”

I shrugged. Ben said I was, and that was before I started doing yoga, but I wasn’t about to bring that up now. Not after that amazing session back on the bed. I didn’t want to destroy the afterglow so soon.

“Will you make fun of me if I just get a burger?” he asked.

“No. I’ll have one too.”

“But I miss you making fun of my food choices!” he whined, reaching for the phone.

“Darling, there are so many other reasons to tease you right now, don’t worry.” I ducked away from him as he dialed for room service, picking up our scattered clothes and heading back towards the bathroom.

Christ. I giggled at myself in the mirror. I was a state, my hair everywhere and eyeliner smudged under my eyes. Too much emotion, but now I had just settled into giddy.

Nick still loved me! I danced around the bathroom as I brushed my teeth and waited for the water to warm up so I could wash the makeup off. He’d said ‘forever,’ even, and I believed him. We had so much to talk about, days and weeks and months of stuff to talk about, but we both knew we were aiming for forever.

I washed my face, and was pulling the hotel robe around myself when he found me a minute later. “What are you doing? No clothes!” he scolded as he reached for my toothbrush.

I whacked his hand away. “Gross!” Finding an extra toothbrush in my makeup bag, I presented it to him and he just shook his head.

“You are so weird, Rache. I can kiss you, and have my mouth… everywhere on your body, but I can’t borrow your toothbrush?”

“Especially because I know where that mouth has been. Use the new toothbrush. Where’s yours?”

He shrugged, taking the toothbrush. “In my bag somewhere. If Anna remembered to pack it.”

“Anna packed your bag?”

He didn’t look at me, concentrating on putting the correct amount of toothpaste on the toothbrush. “I was schmoozing with fans and she knew I just wanted to leave the second I could, so she packed for me.”

“That was nice of her.”

He smiled at me. “She really wanted us to get back together.”

He looked sincere. So maybe nothing had happened with Anna, after all. I was just jealous because she’d been around when I wasn’t, and she’d taken over some of those girlfriend things I’d used to do for him, like packing.

Right?

Nick nodded at me before brushing his teeth. “Seriously. Lose the robe.”

I was pretty sure that he didn’t want Anna naked all the time. So we were cool.

“Alright,” I answered, untying the robe and slipping it off my shoulders. “I’m sure the room service guy will appreciate this sort of tip…”

He stopped, toothbrush still in his mouth and tied me back into the robe. “No, no, no. That’s OK.”

Grinning, I kissed his back as he finished up. “I love you, Nick.”

His smile in the mirror was blinding. How had I survived six months without that smile? “I love you, too, buttercup.”

Turning around, he leaned into me, our foreheads touching. “I missed you so much,” he said.

“Can we stay up all night, talking and laughing and making love?” I asked. “I have so much to tell you, Nick. Nothing’s real until I tell you about it. We have six whole months to catch up on.”

“After we eat, we’ll have a bath,” he decided. “That’s the place for good talks.”

“You know all my tricks, don’t you?”

He smiled, pulling me back into his arms for a minty fresh kiss. I liked that he knew all my tricks. I knew his, too. I knew that even after that earth-shattering sex we’d just had, we still wouldn’t be able to stop touching each other. Maybe the sex just made that worse. Maybe we just had six months of touching to catch up on. We kissed, just standing there in the bathroom, until we heard a knock on the door. I pulled away, smiling at him. “Put something on,” I said, shutting the door to the bathroom as I went to get our room service order.

The guy was nice, wheeling in the cart and not even mentioning that all I was wearing was a robe. I gave him a huge tip and got him out of there quick, then called out Nick’s name. He emerged from the bathroom still naked. “Didn’t I tell you to get dressed?” I joked, moving our plates from the cart to the coffee table. This burger smelled amazing.

“Rache, you left me in the bathroom and all of my clothes are out here. I didn’t have much choice.”

“Well, I think the room service guy might have appreciated you naked.”

He found the other hotel robe in the closet and pulled it on, joining me on the couch. “Yeah? And I was worried that he was getting a show out here.”

“I’m not his type, don’t worry. No porn scenario.”

He sang ‘wocka wocka,’ making fun of a bad porn soundtrack, and I laughed.

“So, any interesting groupie adventures while we were apart?” I asked.

Groupies we could discuss without any worries about jealousy. Later we could talk about the real stuff. Right now I just wanted to eat my burger and flirt and talk.

He considered, finishing a bite. He’d eaten half of his burger and I hadn’t even started. Dessert was a bath, so I needed to eat quick. Sitting in the tub, talking about sex with my beautiful boyfriend? That would be nice.

“Not really…” he said.

“Seriously?” I asked, taking the tomato off my burger. They couldn’t get a decent tomato in March in California? “No super hot girls? No threesomes? C’mon, Vinnie was around, he always provides something kinky.”

He shook his head. “Just… strippers. I got scared off of groupies a little.”

“Did you?” I asked, taking a bite of my burger.

“Yeah,” he said. “There was this one girl, Cori, that followed me around a little while we were doing promo for the album.”

“Was she hot?”

He hesitated for a second before answering. “I thought so before I found out she was only sixteen.”

I almost choked on my burger. “Sixteen?” I squealed.

“She did not look sixteen!” he defended. “Ask Anna, she was around. I don’t know what a sixteen-year-old was doing, following me across the country and… doing the things she did to me. Then she brought her parents to meet me-“

I stopped him. “You met her parents?”

He shook his head. “This is what happens when you steal Frank away from me. Frank protects me from the crazies.”

“Sixteen?” I repeated. Katie was only a couple of years younger than that, and I didn’t want Aaron touching her, let alone Nick.

“It was a big mess,” he said. “In the end. I tried to get rid of her, and she showed up again, and Anna told her to go away and get a life.”

So many reasons I loved Anna.

“Which sorta worked,” he went on. “Not that Cori suddenly decided she didn’t need me, but it got her out of the room and I haven’t seen her since. But after that, I practically had Vinnie checking ID before I’d touch anyone.”

I patted his knee. “It is so tough being an aging pop star.”

“Hey!” he pouted. “I’m not aging.”

“You are aging every day, bunny. And you’re getting a little too old to be screwing sixteen-year-olds.”

“She was a pretty mature sixteen-year-old,” he said, leering, and I shuddered.

“Don’t. Speaking of teenagers, what are Aaron’s intentions towards my precious Katie?”

He laughed. “Does he have to have intentions?”

“Yes,” I said, as he finished his burger. “Because she is a sweet girl and should not be getting involved with pop stars.”

“What’s wrong with getting involved with pop stars?” he asked, stealing one of my fries before I could slap his hand away.

“Pop stars are heart breakers,” I said, snatching my plate out of his reach. I was almost done, and then we could take this conversation into the tub and get naked.

“Not this one,” he said. “Not anymore.”

“Promise?” I asked, not really teasing, and he met my eyes, sincere.

“Cross my heart,” he assured me. “I don’t want to go through another six minutes like the last six months.”

I would have kissed him, if I didn’t have half a burger in my lap. “Back to your brother,” I said, taking another bite.

He shrugged. “He likes her. You Connor women are pretty amazing.” I just smirked at him around my food. We were. “But nothing’s going to happen. They email once in a while. He said he doesn’t feel right calling any more. I think he’s scared of Jon.”

“As well he should be,” I said. “Because Jon would kick his scrawny ass. But I will kick Aaron’s ass if he stops talking to Katie, because she likes him.”

“Can we approve of email?” Nick asked, and I nodded.

“Email is exactly the right amount of communication. Thank god for technology.”

I finished my burger, and Nick kissed me before I even put the plate back on the coffee table. Like maybe he’d been waiting to get things out of the way. “We get to take a bath now, right?” he asked, and I smiled.

“Just what I was thinking.”

We laughed, kissing for a minute until we got up. Without even discussing it, he went into the bathroom to start the water, and I went to find my bath bomb. And move the candles into the bathroom. And my iPod and the little speakers. He sat on the edge of the tub, talking to me while I did all the work.

Not that I minded in the least. I hadn’t taken a bath with another guy since Nick, not even Ben. Ben probably would have enjoyed it, but I’d never brought it up. It was too… it was my thing with Nick.

“Did you take baths with anyone else?” I asked him, flicking off the lights so that we were just lit by candles.

“No,” he said, turning off the water, now that the tub was finally full. “But Paris puts you to shame.”

“Hey!” I protested, stopping in the act of taking off my robe. Smiling, he came over to me, slipping the robe off my shoulders.

“Not in a good way,” he said, stroking my arms. “She takes like three baths a day and has all these things she puts in the water and I told her it was all too girly for me when she asked if I wanted to join her. Your baths are better.” He took a deep breath, smiling. “I love that smell.”

I kissed him, helping him out of his robe. “Can I wash your hair?”

He shook his head. “Not tonight. I just want to hold you.”

Okay. That was a good answer. We got in the tub, settling against each other, just quiet for a while.

And then Justin screwed it all up.

My iPod was playing and Justin said ‘You’re a good girl and that’s what makes me trust you,’ and Nick sighed.

“I have to ask you something.”

“Anything,” I said. But I knew what he was going to ask. I was even pretty sure that he knew the answer already.

“Why’d you fuck him?”

“Justin?”

“Yes. Of all the guys…”

We had a million hard conversations ahead of us, and it would be so easy to fight and then where would we be? I didn’t want to fight. I wanted to be with him and be happy.

“It’s not all about you, Nick. Yeah, okay, I went out with him on that stupid publicity stunt right after we broke up, but it wasn’t the next fucking night like some people I could mention.”

“That was…” he started to defend himself, and I put up my hand.

“We can talk about that later. In detail. But I went out with Justin entirely because you were out with Paris that next night. That was the only reason we went out and made sure that everyone knew it.”

“I figured that.”

“And that was absolutely about hurting you,” I told him. “Because I was fucking furious with you for going out with Paris less than twenty-four hours after we broke up.”

“Sorry,” he said, looking sincere. And still a little pissed. “I know that was a shitty thing to do.”

“And going out with Justin the next week was pretty shitty, too. I know that. But I didn’t sleep with him then.”

“I didn’t sleep with Paris then, either.”

“Okay. But you did later. Was that all about me? Did you date her for six weeks or whatever just to piss me off?”

“No,” he admitted, and I nodded.

“I didn’t fuck Justin just to piss you off. I did it because I like him. He called me and emailed me and flirted with me for a while before we had sex.”

“Sounds familiar,” Nick muttered, and I ran my hand down his arm, trying to soothe him.

“Okay, maybe it does,” I admitted, and he tried not to smile. “But… it was just nice. I had plenty of meaningless sex on the No Doubt tour, but Justin liked me. Not like you did. But we’d talk and joke around and it was nice. So, he showed up at our hotel when we were in LA.”

“Then what?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “You really want the details?”

“No,” he said. “Definitely not.”

“You’re better,” I offered. “And bigger.”

He had to smirk at that. Because he was a boy. “Yeah?”

I snickered. “Yes on both counts. Not even comparable on the good scale. He’s a lousy kisser.”

“I’m better at one thing than Justin fucking Timberlake. Great.”

“Hey, that’s a pretty important thing,” I said, leaning over and kissing him. “You get me.”

He brushed the hair away from my face. “Okay. That’s way better than selling a million albums.”

“Not that I want to get into a discussion about the music industry right now, but screw selling a million albums. Justin just plays the fucking game. Half of his album is overproduced dance crap.”

“What’s the other half?”

“The other half is ear crack,” I admitted. “But I still like your album better.”

He kissed me for that. “So then what?”

“Then what?”

“Justin. After that night in LA.”

I shrugged. “I kicked him out of the room at five in the morning because I didn’t want anyone to see him. And then a few weeks later he was in New York and we hooked up again. In JC’s apartment. A fact we both enjoy torturing him with.”

“Don’t you live across the hall from JC?”

“Yeah. But I didn’t want Justin to sully my apartment.”

Nick laughed. “Good. So I don’t have to worry about any ghosts when I get to see it?”

“Just Ben,” I told him.

And a kiss from AJ. But we’d talk about that later.

Much later.

“We need to talk about Ben, too,” Nick said. “But you only fucked Justin twice?”

“I was only with him two nights,” I clarified. “And I kissed him another night, but I was with Ben then and it ended with a kiss.”

“So you didn’t have some secret affair?”

I laughed. “No. Is that what the rumor mill had us doing?”

He shrugged. “Maybe my overactive imagination did. I’m not sure. JC said Justin really liked you.”

I shook my head. “He may have told JC that. Hell, he told me that. But he didn’t like me for me, not really. He liked that I was a rock star, and he… I mean, he did know me. We talked a lot. But we never… connected like that. Not like us,” I said, kissing him.

“No secret love affair with Justin fucking Timberlake?” Nick asked again, stroking my face, and I smiled.

“Two one-night stands. That’s all. I promise.”

“And I’m better.”

I laughed. “Much. You win, Nick. Hands down, absolutely, over anyone else I was with while we were apart.”

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