Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 38

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

How could I have ever been jealous of Anna? Thinking about it now, after a bottle of wine shared with Nick over candlelight as we listened to soft music playing around us, I knew how silly that was. Nick was touchy with all his friends, but he only touched me this way.

All night he’d been touching me – running his finger over the sensitive skin on my wrists or finding an excuse to caress my shoulders as he helped me back in my chair after I went to powder my nose. My favorite was when he moved his chair next to mine so we could share dessert because lifting the fork all the way to the center of the table was so much trouble.

When it was time for the bill our waiter just presented us with a few mints and a note faxed over from James: “Hope you enjoyed dinner – remember to be on the plane tomorrow!”

“Such a romantic,” I laughed as Nick looked in his pocket for his phone. “Who could you possibly be calling?”

“James! To tell him thanks for the dinner, but I’m not letting you out of my sight!”

“Very funny, bunny.” He didn’t smile though. Instead he leaned into me and kissed me deeply. As we parted, I couldn’t help but feel the tension between us. “I have to go tomorrow, Nick. I’m….”

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry. It was just a joke, Rache.” He kissed my nose and I leaned my head on his shoulder. “My resolution is to be happy with every day I have with you. No more squandering our time together by being sad that we’ll have to leave. We’ll figure this out and be happy. Promise.”

“I like that promise.”

We sat there for a few moments, just holding each other and staring out at the skyline. “We should go, huh?”

It must have been three in the morning, but this was Vegas and people were still walking down the street like it was noon. The neon was casting a warm glow on everyone’s faces. I took Nick’s hand before a cab could stop for us and lead him across the street to the Bellagio fountains. “Let’s watch the fountains before we go back!”

“Didn’t get enough from up there,” he asked, looking up to the top of the Eiffel Tower where we’d just been wrapped in our own romantic bubble.

There wasn’t a crowd, but I didn’t care. It was still pretty to just lean there and be outside letting the cool night air clear my head a bit. We leaned on the stone railing around the pond and were just quiet for a second, looking at the reflection of the all the neon of the Strip in the still waters.

“The first time we came to Vegas, we stood here for like an hour,” he said, and I smiled up at him.

“We like the fountains,” I said, meaning my band.

“That was a great day,” he went on, pulling me closer to him.

“Even though we fought about Jeremy?”

“We didn’t fight about Jeremy. Not really. We talked about Jeremy, and that was good. I learned more about him.”

“Like how we almost got married in Vegas,” I reminded him.

He smiled. “But I was there when he pawned the ring.”

I laughed, kissing him, and suddenly there was music.

Had I finally gone so over the top with him that I was hearing my own movie soundtrack?

No. They were testing a new number for the fountains, or something, because there was music, and water, but they weren’t quite right.

But they were still pretty. I leaned my head against Nick’s chest and just let it all in: the sights and the music and Nick’s arms around me. I didn’t think about how I’d be on a plane this time tomorrow and he wouldn’t be with me. I didn’t worry about how disapproving my brothers would be when I saw them later. I didn’t worry about if Anna’s heart was broken a little now that Nick and I were back together.

I just watched the water dance, not quite in time with the opera playing all around us and listened to the soft thumping of his heart.

It stopped halfway through the song, probably to correct the timing somehow. We clapped anyway, along with the little crowd that had formed.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was still a show.

“Okay, bunny. Let’s get back to the hotel,” I said, but Nick pulled me back.

“Rachel,” he said, taking my hands in his.

“What? I’m too tired to see if they do another show, honey. Let’s go.”

“Marry me.”

She just looked up at me for a minute. “What?”

“Marry me,” I insisted. “Right now. It’s Vegas! We can be married in fifteen minutes.”

She started to say something, and then just shook her head. “Bunny… no.”

“Why not?” I asked. “We love each other. We were just apart for six months and we still love each other. That’s forever, right? C’mon, let’s go!” I started to go, to find a wedding chapel, but she didn’t move. “Rache?” I asked, and she pulled me back.

“Bunny…” she said, holding my hands in hers and looking up at me. “No.”

“It’s not forever?” I asked, my voice breaking.

“It’s two days, Nick. We don’t know what it is yet.”

“I do.”

She smiled. “I think I do, too. But… we can’t. We have a million more things to talk about and do and… ask me in a year.”

I started to argue with her, but… she was right. I hugged her, holding her tightly. “You have to leave tomorrow,” I whispered, and I felt her nod against me.

“I know. But I still have to leave if I have a ring on my finger.”

“No,” I said. “Then you’d be my wife, and I could make you stay.”

She snickered and pulled away. “If that’s what you think marriage is going to do for you, then don’t ask me in a year.”

I smiled. “Oh, I have a year to convince you that you never want to leave my side.”

“That’s not the problem, Nick. Never was.”

I looked down at her and could tell my confusion showed on my face. “What do you mean?”

She sighed, biting down on her bottom lip and looking past me toward the fountains that had started dancing again. Another couple wandered over and she pulled me down a bit, giving them the prime spot in front of the fountains. “I have to fight the urge to give everything I am up for you and… that’s not right, Nick.”

“I don’t want you to! I was just kidding…”

She smiled, reaching up and touching my cheek lightly so I’d look back down at her, “I know you were, bunny. I don’t know what it is… but there’s the part of me that just wants that with you. Babies and wedding bells and a big house that we’ll decorate at Christmas and have the family over.”

I pulled her into my arms and she let me hold her for a long moment before wrapping her arms tightly around me. “Like your mom.”

She nodded against my chest. “But I know that in a few years I’d wake up and resent that. You.”

“Then we won’t get married, Rachel. We’ll live in sin, but together. For the rest of our lives.”

“Pinky swear?” she giggled, holding out her little finger to me.

I leaned down and kissed it. “I’ll swear on whatever you want.”

We were barely inside the hotel before my shoes were off and Nick was carrying me toward the elevator. Heads turned and I saw more than one fan snap a picture.

“Put me down,” I protested, but I couldn’t stop giggling. “By tomorrow they’ll have us married.”

“I guess I won’t be getting any tomorrow while you’re winging your way to Japan, damn!”

“You are not even funny, Mr. Carter.” I scolded him as the elevator doors closed and he put me down. Reaching up, I pulled him down to me, sighing as our lips touched. Within seconds we were both feeling the intensity of the night. It had been perfect up until he’d gone and proposed. Why did he have to do that? I didn’t want to break his heart and it seemed like he was always forcing me to.

“Stop, Rachel,” he murmured against my neck as he kissed his way down, leaning me back in his arms. “No thinking… just feel it, baby. Feel how perfect we are.”

“God, Nick. Don’t stop…”

The elevator stopped and we both jumped as the doors opened. Anna was standing there and she groaned as she saw us. “Do you have to have sex in the elevator?”

“No sex… yet,” Nick smiled over at me. Was he thinking about that time in Miami when we’d nearly had sex in the elevator after we were caught in a rain storm? Memories of that night had gotten me through a lot of difficult nights when we were apart and I was missing him so badly. “Hey! Anna can be my best man!”

I hit him, moving away and smiling at Anna. “Ignore the lovesick fool. I thought we had a pinky swear never to get married, Nick?”

“I knew you’d want to whisk her off to some stupid Elvis love chapel! James owes me a hundred bucks!”

“You bet on that?” I asked, my voice raising an octave. And James bet against it? If I hadn’t been so lovesick myself I would have seen that proposal coming a mile away. Hell, they set us up for it.

Nick was as much as telling Anna that. “And just how did you think the romantic evening was going to end in Vegas?”

Anna giggled, “It’s such a cliché, Nicky. I knew Rachel wouldn’t fall for it. Never in a million years.”

I didn’t – couldn’t – meet her eye as she said it. A part of me had wanted to say yes. Reaching over, I put my arm around Nick’s waist and he pulled me closer. In a year I’d say yes. If we had a year of days like today, I would definitely say yes.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying. Besides I have a backup now, right?” He leered at Anna, but she exchanged a look with me.

“No, you don’t!” Anna and I said in unison and then cracked up.

“She’s your only hope now, Obi Wan,” Anna laughed as she caught the elevator doors before they closed again. “I’m going down to make my fortune at blackjack.”

We waved goodbye as the doors slid closed and then Nick turned to me. “You are my only hope, Rache.”

I took the key from my pocket, showing it to him as I danced backwards down the hall towards our room, my sandals dangling from my other hand. “And I’m never letting you forget it.”

He sprinted down the hall to catch me, taking the key and opening the door quickly before turning back to me. Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me inside, pushing me up against the door as it closed.

“Does this count as our favorite position, Nicky?” I laughed as he attacked me, pushing my dress up and sliding my tiny pink panties off my hips.

“It’s up there,” he panted against my tummy as he knelt down in front of me. Before he could explore me, I slid down the door joining him on the floor and pushing him back. “But this is good, too,” he said as he gave in to me.

I loved that sexy smile and glimmer in his eye when I took control. It was always amazing to have him taking the upper hand but sometimes I just had to have him my way. I ran my fingers through his hair, lifting it off his forehead. “Your hair is so long, baby… I just wanna pull it as we fuck,” I told him huskily and he groaned in response, raising his hips up to meet me as I straddled him on the floor.

“You can pull whatever you want, Rache,” he countered, clawing at his tie and then the buttons on his nice cotton shirt.

Taking him at his word, I pulled on his tie, freeing it from his collar and wrapping it around my hands, considering it. He raised an eyebrow at me as he fought to get out of his shirt and I just smiled. “What can we do with this, Bunny?”

“I can think of lots of things…” he sighed as I brought the tie down to cover his eyes briefly. No, I liked the way he looked at me too much to deprive myself of his gaze. As I moved it away, he blinked up at me. “I wanna see you, baby. All of you…”

I pulled my dress up and over my head in one movement, revealing my naked body to him and we both stopped moving as he devoured me with his eyes. Leaning back, I posed for him like I was a cat stretching in the heat of the sun. If I could purr, I would.

Reaching up, his strong hands ran up my legs, pausing briefly on my hips and sending shivers up my spine. “C’mere, baby,” he commanded and I lifted myself gently off him as he guided me above his waiting mouth.

“Damn!” I cried out as his tongue touched my clit and I felt a tingly sensation. “What the hell…?” He smiled up at and stuck out his tongue slightly showing a white mint sitting there innocently enough. “I don’t want to know where you learned that one, Carter.” I scolded him and he responded, flipping me over on my back holding my legs apart and feasting on me as I moaned in pleasure under him.

I was pretty sure no one else could make her cry and scream like I just did, and I tried not to think about it. So what if we never got married? If I could come home to this everyday I would be the happiest man alive. No way anyone could love her more than me and no way I could love anyone more. She screamed my name one last time and I moved away as her body shuddered and her eyes closed.

“Can’t sleep here, buttercup,” I whispered against her ear as I pulled her up and into my arms. I needed to work out more if we were going to be having sex like this. I’d gotten lazy on this tour, eating and drinking and playing video games to pass the time between shows and cities.

She stood up with me, holding onto my hips as she swayed a bit. I loved making her dizzy. I considered it a triumph if she couldn’t stand after I made her come. Was that egotistical?

Nah.

Lifting her into my arms, I carried her back to the bedroom and laid her gently down on the bed watching in satisfaction as she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

“That was amazing, baby.” She sighed as she rolled over and patted the bed beside her. “Come back here.”

Where was that tie? Hell, we didn’t need any more props, we had each other.

I knelt on the bed and then realized I was still wearing my pants and shoes. How’d that happen? I moved off again and she laughed at me. “I don’t have the energy to help,” she whined.

“Did I suck the life force out of you, Rache?”

“Something like that, yeah. C’mere baby…” She reached out a hand to me and I took it, joining her on the bed and stretching out next to her. Slowly her hand traveled down my arm, her fingers leaving goose bumps in their wake and I moved closer to her to capture some of her warmth.

“I love you, Rachel.” I sighed, breathing in her scent before I kissed her slowly, my tongue exploring her and matching the rhythm of her hands on my body exploring me. It was like she was trying to memorize every hair and inch of skin with her fingers. “I didn’t mean to push you earlier… by the fountain.”

She looked up at me, her eyes wet with tears and my heart broke seeing her cry. “Oh, baby, don’t cry,” I pleaded. I know the sex had been good… but it couldn’t have been that good.

She shook her head, reaching up and taking my face in her hands as she saw the panic building there. “No, Nicky… it’s not that… it’s… I want this forever and that scares me. No one can sustain this, can they? We couldn’t.”

“I was a stupid boy, Rachel. I had no idea what I had and I’ll never do that again. Never make that mistake again. I only like who I am with you. You make me a better person.”

Smiling, she let me kiss her and as we parted, I heard her whispered voice, “Yes.”

Leaning down I kissed her nose, “What’d you say, Buttercup?”

“Yes, Nick. I want this… you… pretty white dress and long church aisle. I want the ring and babies and… yes.”

“Yes?” I asked again, not quite believing what I was hearing.

Laughing, she sat up, her energy suddenly back. “Yes! Absolutely! But ask me again in a year – with a ring and a speech and… I promise you, Nick. We are going to make this work.”

And we would. I was certain of it.

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