Alana shifted uncomfortably within her sleep despite the plush nature of her hotel bed, barely hearing the registering beep of the electronic lock to her door permit entrance to another person. Instead, she brought the blankets over her head to keep the room as dark as the thick curtains allowed, forcing herself to get some rest. The ride to Atlantic City after the bombing of her TRL interview had been miserable. Brian had forced Baylee to go back into the opposite bus, leaving AJ to come racing back to hers. She had insisted on being left alone during the ride, drowning herself in music. The men had persisted for a few hours, but quietly went to bed after awhile, leaving her to stare at the ceiling of her bunk, wondering how things could have gone so terribly so fast. The heaviness of which the Ivy photograph had hit her heart had been horrendous, nearly knocking her from her feet when the hostess inquired about Natalie's relationship with Nick. The insecurities it had left her with were devastating. She just wanted to actually get some sleep before the show tonight.
"Beautiful? You sleep?" Nick murmured softly as he placed Zachary's carrier on the floor by the door. Slowly sliding his backpack, the diaper bag and his duffel bag to the floor, he turned to tiptoe towards the door. He had only had to flash a smile at the blushing desk clerk before being given an extra key to Alana's hotel room, surprised to find her and Baylee curled up in the bed. Stepping around the bed so he could reach Alana, he quickly stumbled back when Baylee leaped across Alana's sleeping form, landing directly atop him.
"Hi-Yah!" Baylee shrieked, punching Nick's chest as they fell into a heap on the floor. "Beware! The Caped Bra and Boobie Avenger sees all!"
"Jesus Christ, Baylee!" Nick screeched in shock as he fell flat on his back, pushing the air from his lungs in a strangled wheeze. He immediately reached to clutch for his heart, convinced that he was dying from a heart attack as his heart threatened to burst through his chest. His ocean eyes were wide with horror at the pile of energy sitting atop him with cries of justice for the sake of Alana's bras and breasts.
"NICKY!" Baylee squealed in surprise, jumping up to stand atop Nick's stomach. "YOU HERE!" he squealed louder, jumping up and down in excitement. "'LANA! 'LANA! WAKE UP! NICKY'S HERE--"
"Who the Hell did you think it was?!" Nick growled as he clamped a hand over Baylee's mouth to silence the little boy, fearfully glancing toward the bed to see Alana just curl deeper within the blankets. He was hoping that he'd be able to surprise her. And not with a pair of damp pants.
Baylee's response was muffled behind Nick's hands, gesturing wildly towards the door, the bed, and then himself, ending with several manly beats against his chest with one fist.
"What?" Nick groaned in confusion, slowly pulling his now slobbered hand from Baylee's mouth.
Baylee took a deep breath, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth to dry it. "I was p'tecting 'Lana from JJ! He said he'd sneak in here while she slept, so I had to stay 'wake and make sure nobody got to her! An' look! I did!"
"What the fuck did he think he was going to do to her while she slept?" Nick growled with a sudden surge of jealousy mixing with his naturally overprotective nature.
"He said you was so busy banging my Mommy that you wouldn't care," Baylee answered simply, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "Nicky! You squishy!"
"That fucking bastard has been saying shit to Beautiful-- What do you mean I'm squishy?" Nick questioned in confusion.
"Daddy not squishy, JJ feels like a board, and Howie don't let me stand on his tummy--"
"Thank you for pointing out how fat and disgusting I am, Bay," Nick grunted, grabbing the boy under his arms to lift him from his abdomen. Bringing his arms above his head, he set Baylee on the floor before moving to stand. "Why don't you go jump on your JJ. Hit those two squishy things right between his legs a few times."
"You mean his gonads?" Baylee questioned, reaching to adjust his cape.
"Gonads, balls, peanuts, family jewels, testicles, whatever you want to call them, Bay. Just go dig your heels into them."
"I need you to go with me," Baylee declared. "I not allowed to leave the room by myself--"
"Why don't these people have connecting rooms like we used to in the fucking pent houses," Nick cursed, brushing his pants off before gesturing toward the door. He had to get rid of the runt while Zachary still slept in his carrier. He needed a few moments alone with Alana, still longing to surprise her.
"'Cause 'Lana said her no want'a be anywhere near that whore of an egg-donor that Daddy's with," Baylee answered with complete honesty, grunting when Nick grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the door.
"Glad to see she's learning Christian values on this tour…" Nick sighed, waiting for Baylee to indicate which door belonged to AJ. And, sure enough, the man was sleeping just across the hall from Alana. Ample opportunity for him to sneak in if Baylee wasn't there. Scowling, Nick reached for a credit card to work the electronic system as he did so many times on the Backstreet tour when he locked himself out.
"Wait! I gots a key!" Baylee hissed, reaching into the pocket of his shorts. Retrieving the key card, he handed it to Nick, reaching to adjust his cape once more. "Jump on his gonads?" he clarified as the lock clicked open. When Nick nodded, nearly shoving him into the room, he grinned, running to leap onto the bed, where AJ was stretched out, fast asleep. Landing directly on the man's crotch, he released his new signature yell. "HI-YAH!"
"Keep jumping, Bay!" Nick sang in triumph, allowing the door to close when AJ's painful whelp echoed across the room, sending Howie propelling off the side of his bed. Whistling in glee, Nick sauntered back into Alana's hotel room, easing the door shut slowly behind him before sliding the chain over the door to prevent entry.
Toeing off his shoes, he slid out of his shorts as he moved slowly across the room, turning back to unbuckle Zachary. Lifting his son out of the carrier, he pressed a soft kiss against his cheek before carefully climbing into the bed. "There's Mommy, Son," he whispered, settling the sleeping child next to Alana's chest. Smiling when Zachary snuggled closer to his mother, one hand reaching to clutch at her shirt. Pulling the blankets up over him, he felt relief wash over him at the soft smell of her shampoo, easing his arm around her waist. Leaning across Zachary, he whispered her name into her ear before nuzzling her neck gently, pulling her closer to them both as he rested his head on the pillow next to hers.
Usually, the dips and shifts in the mattress would barely cause a stir from the sleep woman, but she had been wary since AJ confessed to always having an extra key to her bedroom. Feeling the tiny hand settle protectively over her breast with a small fistful of her shirt, she popped her eyes open. On reflex, she was startled to find two other bodies lying next to her, but at Zachary's contented sigh, she felt her heart swell with pride. Shifting, she reached to take Zachary into her arms, laying him over her chest so she could feel his soft breaths against her skin, layering the top of his head with kisses. "Zachie, I missed you so much, Darling."
"Maa," Zachary cooed in his sleep, nestling his head beneath her chin as both hands clutched her shirt. Smacking his lips, he stretched languidly against her before relaxing completely.
"I love you too, Zachary," Alana promised softly as she pressed the most delicate kiss to the crown of his silky black locks, pulling the blankets higher over her body to nestle him in a soft cocoon of warmth. To say she had missed the little boy would have been a disturbing understatement. She had been so lonely and lost without him. Longing to hear him call for her even in the softest of pitches.
"Hey Beautiful," Nick murmured after a moment, his hand meeting hers at her side. Twining their fingers, he brought them to his mouth for a gentle kiss as he moved closer, tucking his head against her shoulder. "I missed you."
"Handsome…" Alana breathed softly when she felt Nick's lips against her knuckles. Turning slightly, she pressed a warm kiss to his forehead, trying to blink back a wave of tears. "What are you two doing here so early? You weren't supposed to be here till around the sound check."
"I saw you on TRL and had to get here as soon as I could--"
"Because it was a complete fucking disaster?" Alana guessed, putting the carnage of TRL in the lightest context she possibly could. Even him mentioning that he had watched TRL seemed to send a knot into the center of her intestines. It was embarrassing to say the very least, especially when she had ill thoughts about what Natalie and Nick were really doing in Los Angeles.
Nick shook his head, lightly kissing her neck. "No, Beautiful, you weren't a disaster. You did a great job. Everyone loved you--"
"Thanks…" Alana murmured softly, sneaking her hand underneath Zachary's t-shirt to feel the warmth of his skin. Closing her eyes at the feeling of Nick's lips against her neck, she couldn't help but assume that what the fans had loved was Nick and Natalie.
"Why didn't you tell them the truth when they showed that picture of me and Nat?" Nick questioned softly as Zachary sighed in his sleep.
"How exactly was I supposed to tell them the truth when they kept barraging me with questions about you and her?"
Sighing, Nick shrugged in the near-dark, pulling her closer so Zachary was cuddled between them. "I'm sorry. I should have--"
"It ain't a big deal," Alana assured, not really wanting to delve into the specifics of the interview. It was painful enough being under the direct scrutiny of the fans and media; she didn't have the heart to listen to Nick chide her. She had missed him terribly over the past three days. Not able to even speak to him over the phone because AJ and Howie were pulling her in different directions. She was lucky to manage to get a few text messages to him during the nights. But now she had him at her side. She needed him.
"You're sure?" Nick whispered, smiling when her hand inched beneath his shirt, lightly tracing his skin with her fingers. Letting his lips trail up her cheek, he sought her lips for a gentle, reassuring kiss.
"Positive," she promised, brushing her fingers lightly over his nipple before tracing the footprint on his pectoral muscle. She could close her eyes and map the ink on his body. But, she was far more interested in the slip of his lips against hers. Sighing softly, she nipped on his bottom lip, pulling him closer in a passionate kiss.
"Maa," Zachary grunted in protest as he was squeezed between their chests.
"Sorry, Zachie," Alana groaned when his little feet kicked against her stomach. Pulling away from Nick, she scooted into an upright position on the bed and brought Zachary into her lap. She cooed softly toward him when his large cobalt eyes widened in surprise at seeing her. "Hey, Good Looking…"
"Maa!" he squealed in surprise, hands flying to land on her cheeks. "Maa!"
"Damn straight I'm your Ma," Alana laughed softly as she leaned down to smother his face with kisses, exhilarated at the pleased giggle he released. Moving her kisses downward, she bunched up his t-shirt to layer his protruding tummy with wild raspberries. At his gasps of squeals and giggles, she had to laugh harder. "I missed you so much, Zachie!"
Shifting to his back, Nick tilted his head back to watch them. He was amazed, as he was each time he looked at them interact, at how Alana had changed towards Zachary since the first day of his adoption. She had truly become his mother, better than many biological mothers he had seen in the past. She doted on their son, who ate up all her attention and begged for more. Smiling slightly, he lifted his hand to play with Zachary's foot, instead letting it drop to his own stomach when he realized they barely acknowledged his presence.
"Did you behave for your Daddy, Zachie?" Alana inquired of her son as she rested him within her lap, smiling triumphantly as he supported his head on his own, continuing to kick his feet in excitement while reaching out for her touch. "Did you take good care of him for me? Make sure he got to bed on time? Ate well? Make sure he didn't hit on any flight attendants?"
"All the flight attendants kept bringing him treats," Nick murmured. "An extra pillow for his feet when he was sitting in my lap, an extra blanket when he was falling asleep, and tons of toys they had stashed away in the lost and found…"
"So… You helped your Daddy get a lot of numbers from pretty girls, huh?" Alana sighed as she tickled Zachary's sides, causing him to squeal and scrunch his extremities inward like a pill bug.
"Like I wanted any phone numbers…"
"Email addresses for naked pictures then, huh?" Alana thought aloud, allowing Zachary to nibble on her fingers as she looked to her side. She frowned when she saw Nick laying flat on his back, just staring at the ceiling like a disgruntled child. "…What's wrong?"
"Apparently you think I have nothing on my mind but getting other women into the sack," Nick sighed.
"Handsome--"
"Admit it, Beautiful. I saw the look on your face when they showed that picture yesterday. You really think I have something going on with Nat, don't you? You honestly don't believe me when I say that you're ten times more woman than I'll ever need--"
"As much as everyone says that the past doesn't matter, sometimes it does. You and Natalie had some kind of raw aggression toward each other and comfortable nature that made you fall into bed together. You guys had a physical relationship. You had a lot of physical relationships with a lot of different women. It's just a little disconcerting to see you two plastered all over the magazines as a couple. Holding hands. Hugging her. Whatever. She's hurting so much right now, just like before--"
"But I'm not."
"I know--"
"I've got you, Beautiful. You're all I'll ever want or need," Nick promised.
"Okay," Alana whispered with a small nod, using her free hand to rub away the tears that had slipped. Zachary gurgled happily against her opposite hand, but all she could concentrate on was the hurt in Nick's indigo eyes. She had betrayed him by assuming that something ill was occurring between him and Natalie. It was that jealous nature that could potentially ruin their relationship during this stressful time. He deserved her trust. He had never proven otherwise. Bowing her head, she exhaled a heavy breath. "…I'm sorry…"
"Beautiful… You don't have anything to be sorry about. Hell, if the situation was reversed, I probably would think the same thing…"
"Just because Natalie rubs on my breasts doesn't mean--"
"Not that," Nick groaned with a chuckle, moving to sit up. "I mean if I was in an interview and someone threw a picture of you and AJ looking all close and cozy at me I'd think that… You know…"
"So, Alex's private cell phone collection didn't give you that vibe?" Alana mused as she looked back to Zachary, smiling softly to see him sound asleep once more with her fingers still in his mouth, suckling every so often.
"I got him back," Nick answered with a satisfied smirk.
"I don't even want to know, so I can't be accused of conspiracy later," she murmured, carefully pulling her fingers from Zachary's mouth to switch them with the pacifier tethered to his shirt.
"You don't want to hear about how I sent him a close-up picture of Charge?! Or how I got Baylee to go into his room just now and use his nuts as a trampoline?!"
"Like I had a choice!" she groaned, gently cradling Zachary in her arms as she slipped off the bed. Holding him close, she retrieved his infant carrier to set at the side of the bed. Then, ever so carefully, she nestled him inside with a warm blanket, using her foot to gently rock him as she returned to the bed. "You sent him a picture of your--"
"Damn straight I did--"
"Why?!"
"Just to freak him out."
"Well, Hell, you could have sent it to me to freak me out…"
"Why would I do that when I can just pull down my boxers and you can see it in person?" Nick asked with a grin.
"Well, now, yeah, but three days ago…" Alana trailed off as she glanced down the infant carrier to see Zachary peacefully sleeping, knowing he wouldn't be waking for several hours. The boy had looked exhausted in her arms, probably unable to sleep on the plane ride from last night. Satisfied that he was comfortable now, she then turned to her fiancé, crawling toward him before straddling his lap. "What about the pictures I sent you?"
"What about them?" Nick murmured, reaching to peel her shirt off quickly before pulling her close for a kiss. Drawing her bottom lip between his teeth, he tugged playfully, hands sliding up to offer the same treatment to her nipples.
"Did you like them?" she asked, wincing slightly at the feisty nature of his tugs on her aching nipples. Shifting slightly, she reached for one of his hands, trailing his fingers along the outside curve of her breast toward the pit of her stomach, hoping he could feel the small protrusion.
"I… I jacked off as soon as I got-Hey! Baby bump!" Nick exclaimed, pressing his palm gently against her stomach.
"Cute, huh?" Alana inquired, leaving his hand in order to roll the band of her boxers down to fully expose her stomach before leaning back.
"You're not gaining enough weight, Beautiful…" Nick trailed with a worried frown as he gently rubbed her stomach. "That's it. For the next three days you're not doing anything but concerts. No dashing around doing bullshit. You do the show, get on the bus or whatever, and rest. And eat. You need to eat more."
Alana watched the slow circular movement of his hand on her lower abdomen as he seemed to soothe the twins within her. He was so tender and nurturing with them and the worry in his eyes caused her heart to ache. She didn't need him worrying; she did enough for the both of them. She already knew that the weight loss was an issue, but she didn't want him knowing. "Handsome, I'm constantly eating as it is and my weight is fine--"
"You're carrying twins, Beautiful. And you're starting to look pale. And you've got dark circles under your eyes. And… Damnit, do I have to go kick Howie's ass?"
"You know, usually when you come to visit your fiancée on tour, I think you should start out with how beautiful she looks, not how horribly wrecked she is," Alana muttered with a grimace as she was tossed onto the bed. Reaching for her t-shirt, she hurriedly pulled it onto her body, shaking her head in disbelief. "Howie's getting an OBGYN to come visit me in a week or so while we're on tour--"
"What are you doing?" Nick interrupted.
"What am I doing? What are you doing? You just threw me from your lap and vaulted off!"
"I was taking off my shirt--"
"You were just yelling at me about not weighing enough and kicking Howie's ass and since when did you need to hop off the bed to take off your shirt?"
"Since I have to pee, too?" Nick returned with a questioning tone.
"Okay…" Alana murmured, slowly seating herself back on the edge of the bed. She really didn't know what else to say as she thrust her hands underneath her shirt to hold her abdomen, leaning back amongst the pillows. It was useless to continue to argue with the man, especially when she didn't understand what they were arguing about. All she knew was that Nick would be coming to terms with Howie at one point about her pregnancy. And it wouldn't be pretty.
"Beautiful?" Nick murmured, climbing back onto the bed so he could kneel before her.
"…Yeah?"
"I love you," he whispered, leaning close to catch her lips in a soft kiss. "I missed you more than you'll ever know." His hands reached to cup her face, tilting it upwards slightly as his lips slide over hers gently. Fingers lightly tangling in her soft hair.
"Handsome," she purred with instant delight at his confession, tucking her hands underneath his arms to splay her hands over his shoulder blades. Pulling him over her body, she curved one of her legs over his, gently stroking his calf. It seemed as if a lifetime had passed since she had been with him. She wanted to savor the warmth of his body against hers for just a few moments longer. "I love you more than anything."
"I know," he promised, leaning against her for a moment. Losing himself in her kiss, reveling in the way her body fit perfectly against his. But when he shifted to get closer, he groaned at the sensation. "Just hold that thought for a minute while I go take a whiz, okay?"
"Okay," she consented with a small laugh, allowing him to pull away.
"That'll give you enough time to strip, right?" he questioned as he hurried across the room and into the bathroom.
"And take a quick nap," she agreed as he left the bathroom door wide open. Hearing the small sprinkle of urine followed by a long stream against the toilet water, she stood to draw the blankets down a bit more. Then, making sure she was at least somewhat in his line of view, she began to discard her clothing.
Glancing up, Nick whined when he saw her. "Beautiful…"
"What?" Alana's face was a complete mask of innocence as she arched her back, slowly rolling up her t-shirt.
"Don't you know how hard it is for a guy to pee when he's… Hard?"
"The adolescent boys seemed to do just fine when I was taking care of them…" Alana murmured as she bared just a bit more of skin while rolling her hips to the thump of Nick's hand against the wall. Smirking when she pulled the garment free of her body, she allowed it to fall in a whisper over her skin before fluttering to the floor. Then, sliding her hands in the waistband of her cheeky panties, she toyed with it, pretending to slide them down.
"They were probably jerking off while they pissed--" Nick halted when he heard an insistent banging on the door. "Who the Hell is that?"
"I don't know," Alana sighed as she leaned down to snatch the t-shirt she had just removed. Moving toward the door, she hustled to pull it on her body, fiddling with the chain of the door before pulling it open.
AJ stood in the hallway, holding an icepack to his crotch with one hand, the other hand clamped over Baylee's shoulder. "Where's Nick?" he growled through gritted teeth, shifting uncomfortably.
"In the--" Alana stumbled backward when AJ pushed his way into the room, ordering Baylee into the corner as he looked for Nick, only to find the bathroom door opened. Nick leaning against the wall to finish urinating seemed to be the image permanently burned into his brain. Howling with a refreshed burning pain of his eyes, he stumbled backward, flipping over the bed to land in a heavy thump on the floor. "Alex!"
"Like one sighting of that horror over the past three days wasn't enough!" AJ howled, banging his head against the floor in hopes of removing the image from his mind.
"Did I break him?" Baylee inquired fearfully as Nick came trudging out of the bathroom yanking up his shorts.
"Break me?!" AJ repeated, snorting. "I'll be lucky if I can even get it up anymore!"
"Alex," Alana scorned, stepping over his crumpled state as Baylee reached to be held by Nick. "No need to traumatize the poor boy… Are you willing to test it out?"
"No," AJ whined.
"Just go take a warm bath," Nick suggested, smirking against Baylee's cheek.
"That'd be about the first time you ever turned down looking at my naked body," Alana sighed, fighting a small smile while she outstretched her hands to help him up.
"Just for this, I'm walking around in nothing but my jeans that barely hang onto my hips," AJ grumbled as he got to his feet. Snatching his icepack off the floor, he stuffed it into his sweatpants, glowering at Nick. "Keep that little Fred Astaire Wannabe away from me."
"What the Hell did I do?" Alana yelped in surprise at his frostiness, surprised when Baylee fell into her arms for snuggles.
"Nothing," AJ promised, giving her a saucy kiss before shuffling out of the room.
"Bye, JJ!" Baylee called.
"I could get used to that…." Alana trailed with a faint blush as she pressed her free hand to her lips, though she could have done without the taste of cigarette.
"Ground the jackass and I'll give you more!" AJ hollered from across the hall.
"He'd have to quit smoking first," Alana assured Nick, helping Baylee to the floor as his father walked through the hallway to breakfast.
"…Can we pick up where we left off?" Nick requested, stepping up behind her to wind one arm around her waist.
"I'd rather you shut the door so Alex didn't--" Alana stopped her sentence halfway when Nick hurried to shut and lock the door once more, returning to her just as quickly. "Is it that bad?"
"Is what how bad?" he whispered, pressing her against the door gently.
"Your needing to make love?" she answered, searching his indigo eyes for the smoldering passion she adored.
"You mean my need for you," he corrected, fingers slipping inside the waistband of her boxers. Easing them down over her hips, he dipped his head to nip gently at her neck, a shiver of delight coursing down his spine when he heard her soft moan. "And, yeah, it is--"
"Then I probably should keep sending you pictures over the phone," Alana decided when he nuzzled her neck before nipping and licking once more, causing her to giggle at the slight tickling sensation before it turned to a whimper of delight. Shifting slightly beneath him, she managed to help her boxers slide completely to the floor with a tug from her foot. Satisfied with the cool central air kissing her inner thighs, she reached to pull on the band of Nick's shorts as he stepped into her, trapping her against the door.
"Steal Brian's video camera and make me a video of you doing one of those strip teases," Nick requested softly, growling against her skin when she quickly tugged his shorts down. Gasping when her hand wrapped around his length, he reached to pull her legs around his waist, glancing down to watch her fingers lightly trace the contours of his erection.
"As soon as you leave," she promised with a wheeze as her back crashed against the door to support them, Nick holding her weight when he heisted her off the floor. Gently releasing his throbbing erection, she squirmed slightly in his hold to lower herself a few inches, feeling the firmness of his erection slide silkily against the beginnings of her moist center. Shuddering with delight, she wrapped her arms around his neck for support, bringing his earlobe into her mouth for long, slow, sensual sucks before nibbling precariously.
Pulling her legs tighter around his waist, Nick lifted his head, catching her lips for a kiss. Her heat pressed against him, causing him to moan in appreciation as his hands slid to her waist for stability. Drawing her tongue into his mouth, he dipped his hips against her, slowly gaining entrance.
Her whimpers seemed to drown within his mouth as her body slowly accommodated his entrance within her. For a moment, she feared she might not be able to withstand the pressure, the length of his pulsating erection filling her completely. It had been so long since she had been with him. Her body was exhausted from the work of the tour. But he seemed to revive her. Shifting, she drew him deeper into her body, whimpering harder at the pleasure of just feeling him within her. "I love you so much," she whispered breathlessly, breaking the long kiss for several quick nips to his bottom lip.
"I love you more," he breathed, one hand resting against the door as he began his gentle thrusts. Gazing into her teal eyes, he held his breath for a moment, a question in his eyes. Seeing her gentle nod, he sought her lips out for a passionate kiss, his thrusts gaining momentum as his body began to tremble with mounting pleasure.
"I missed you so much," she confessed within his mouth, powerfully clenching her thighs against his hips to keep hold of him. The thickness of the hotel door barely made a sound against the pressure of Nick's hardening thrusts into her body. Though, that was the least of her worries as she raked her nails lightly down his back, feeling him shudder with delight. The mixture of pleasure and pain lapped over her body in warm waves of ecstasy, pulling her to heights that she never dreamed imaginable. The force of her ecstasy so mighty that she gave back to Nick in hardened kisses; pulling his tongue in her mouth to roll hers against it with the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Bed," he murmured, shifting against her slightly so he could grasp her hips. Not expecting the tremor of delight that coursed through him when she squeezed him tightly, drawing him closer and deeper. "Or not," he breathed, leaning back to gaze into her eyes.
"We can go to the bed," she decided in breathless anticipation, reaching to brush away the dirty blonde wisps of hair from his eyes. She noticed with satisfaction that he was growing his hair longer, but quickly redirected herself as she noticed the rosy color of exertion flushing his cheeks. Shifting away from his attempt to get closer, she dropped one leg from his waist, ready to support her own weight so he didn't collapse.
"Can't," he whispered, swallowing hard.
"Can't what?" she asked in confusion when his hand slid to grab her thigh, keeping her from moving away.
"Make it that far," he explained with a low growl before crashing his lips against hers.
"Handsome!" she squealed, her back crashing into the door from the power of his persuasion, causing a small quake against the thick wood. She was almost convinced that they would be laying within the middle of the hallway till Nick's passionate kisses drew her backward into their private romance. Tangling her fingers within his sweaty locks, she yelped within his mouth as he bit down on her bottom lip and drove deeper inside her. The familiar stab of pain invaded her lower half as before, but the burning excited her for a moment, causing a whimper of enjoyment.
"Together," he requested breathlessly, feeling his knees begin to buckle. Pressing her harder against the door, he paid no attention to the resounding quake, intent only on bringing her the utmost in pleasure. Her hardened nipples slid against his sweaty chest, sending prickles of awareness through his body. "God, Beautiful, I--"
"Love you," she finished raggedly, tightening her hands within his damp locks, knowing she was coming to the brink of her hurriedly overthrowing ecstasy. Her heart fluttered excitedly within her chest as Nick thrust into her with all the power he had behind his hips. She yelped at the painful pleasure, pressing kisses over his face as she tightened her legs about his waist, drawing him even deeper. "Please, Handsome."
"I'm there," he promised.
"O-Okay," she whimpered raggedly, waiting for his final, heavy thrust. With the power behind his surge of passion, she felt the dam containing her overwhelming poignant passion for him start to crumble. The tidal wave of gratification poured over her body as she threw her head back against the door, shuddering. She bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, not wanting her child to stir.
Seeking her lips for a tender kiss as his body continued to tremble with release, Nick allowed her to swallow his soft cries, one hand slowly sliding up to cup her cheek. "I love you," he panted against her lips, his other hand reaching to hold her to him as he backed towards the bed. Collapsing onto it, he cradled her against his chest, nibbling gently on her tongue. "So much…"
"Do you think we're going to get tired of making love before our wedding night?" Alana inquired breathlessly against his lips, shifting to yank the layers of blankets over their sweaty bodies. She could feel the pound of his heart between their chests, causing her to smile as she traced the curvature of his jaw. She couldn't be happier that he was by her side for a few days. Even if it only was for a weekend.
"Never," Nick promised, moaning softly when she shifted over him. Pulling her down for another, gentler kiss, he reached to smooth her hair, feeling her soft gasp against his lips when he wriggled beneath her. "Do you?"
"I guess I'd be naïve to ask if that was the remote to the TV, huh?" she laughed as she slipped her hand between them, gently brushing her fingertips over the head of his growing erection.
"Hey, the remote's not that big," Nick informed her, gently rolling her to her back. His hand slowly trailed up her side, pausing to cup one full breast. "What do you say to a quick shower, then we can--"
"Maa?"
"I say we have an extra body to watch between us," Alana murmured as she carefully slipped from underneath him. Leaning over the bed, she cooed toward her quite alert son, helping to undress him to his diaper. Lifting him into her arms, she kept him against her bare chest, pressing kisses to the side of his face as he squealed excitedly. "C'mon, Daddy. He wants a tubby."
"I swear he knows what a shower is, "Nick sighed as he slowly slid out of bed. "Anytime I mention anything involving water, he gets all--'
"Maa!"
"Like that," Nick explained with a chuckle.
"That's 'cause he knows that his Mommy will be sure to jump in the tubby with him," Alana cooed with appreciation, sauntering into the large marble bathroom. Reaching inside the large shower, she turned on the water before helping to remove Zachary's wet diaper. Testing the water adequately, she then stepped inside, allowing the water to rain over her and Zachary, laughing at his bewildered expression before he squirmed against her with loud squeals.
Stepping in behind them, Nick pulled the door closed, wrapping his arms loosely around Alana's waist. Lightly tickling their son's feet, he laughed when Zachary squealed even louder, staring at him with large eyes. "What's got you, Son?"
"Ma!" Zachary answered with a proud smile as he reached out to touch his mother's lips, then reaching with his opposite hand for his father. "Da!"
"That's right, Son," Nick cooed, smacking a loud kiss against Zachary's palm as he rested his chin on Alana's shoulder. "Ma and Da got you…"
*~*~*
"We need to talk."
Brian winced at the tone of his wife's voice, wondering if she would persist if he made no response. He had done his best to avoid her presence for the past few days; hoping to dissuade any pressing arguments, but mostly to keep Baylee away from her tirades. Grateful his son was currently on the boardwalk with Nick, Alana and Zachary, he remained motionless behind his newspaper, going so far as to close his eyes in hopes she would think he was asleep.
"Brian, don't even try that stupid sleeping thing that you always try to pull. It isn't going to work," Leighanne pressed, her tone curt and disgusted as she reached to snatch the paper from his hands. Throwing it to the floor, she slid her hands to rest on her rounded hips, darkening a sharp glare toward him. "Funny, now you have time to talk to me."
"What's so important?" Brian questioned with a weary sigh, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"What is that grease-ball of a Hellion doing here still?" Leighanne charged as she sat down at the table with her husband, narrowing her icy blue eyes toward him with disbelief. "This is a Christian tour, Brian. Do you really think it's safe to have such a horrible influence continue to stay with us? His family is more than appalling and I'm sure he's the cause--"
"I have no control over who Alana does or doesn’t invite," Brian interrupted with a snap, his cerulean eyes narrowing. "And I really don't care what you think about him or his family. He's good for Alana, that's all that matters."
"As hysterical as it is to watch that little twit fall head over heels in love with a boy who's fucking every woman, beast, or thing in sight, it's still not good for you--"
"And I suppose you're suddenly the authority on what's good for me?" Brian snorted with derision as he got to his feet. Stooping, he retrieved his paper before moving to lie down on the couch of the suite. "If you care so much about what's good for me, go away," he muttered under his breath.
"I know that you fucking my best friend while I was away for business isn't good for your appearance to your Christian-based fans. Somehow, I think they might frown on cheating."
"Not if I'm cheating on you," Brian returned easily. When she scoffed, he raised his head to look at her. "Think about it, Leigh. How many of my fans do you think actually like you? Very few. They only tolerate you because you're my wife and Baylee's mother. It sure as Hell ain't 'cause of your sparkling personality."
"You're just so proud that you're double dipping into messy trails of Nick's sexual past, aren't you?"
Rolling his eyes, Brian wondered where she had gotten her audacity. "If you're trying to make me jealous by suggesting you and Nick slept together, it's not going to work--"
"I wouldn't let that man near me with a golden dildo," Leighanne snorted, seating herself on Brian's hips and reaching for her nail file on the coffee table. "I meant your precious Natalie Rose and the oozing STD that is your best friend."
Brian refrained from shoving her off him; the only thing keeping him from doing so was the knowledge that she was pregnant. "Are you stupid or something? Natalie was a virgin when I--"
"She told you she was a virgin?" Leighanne laughed with amusement. "How quaint…"
"She was," Brian insisted, pushing her off his hips so he could sit up. "She--"
"Rode Nick till his hairy testicles gave her rug-burn," Leighanne mused with a shriek of a laugh, stumbling slightly when she was bucked, but managed to keep her balance just the same. The horror in Brian's cerulean eyes fueled the passion to break him and Nick stepping into the suite with arms filled with gifts for Baylee caused her to grin sadistically. "Right, Nick Dear?"
"What?" Nick inquired carefully, moving to place the gifts on the table. Seeing the anger in Leighanne's icy eyes, he swallowed nervously, knowing she had told Brian something. Glancing towards Brian, he saw a glint of hope, overshadowed by fear. Good God, what had she told him?
"That you fucked Natalie," Leighanne answered simply.
"I…" Nick trailed for a moment, feeling the confines of being caught start to strangle him. Unable to meet his best friend's eyes, he focused instead on the grain of the wooden table, clearing his throat uncomfortably. "I… She… We… Brian, you've got to understand--"
Brian's light blue eyes widened in shock. "What the Hell are you--"
"Brian, Howie and Alex are taking Baylee with them to dinner. They're babysitting Zachie for the evening and Baylee wanted to stay with them. So, I assumed that wasn't a big issue," Alana announced as she breezed into the room, smoothing the sleeveless, turquoise sundress against her body before reaching to fuss with her long curls, knowing Nick loved them down. But, when she glanced up, she immediately tensed. "What kind of World War did I just walk into…"
"I swear, Brian, it's not like you think," Nick tried to explain, jerking a hand through his tousled locks as he looked towards his friend. That Leighanne could be so vicious shouldn't have surprised him, but this… "I didn't--"
"You slept with Natalie?!" Brian accused in horror as he released a guttural cry, swinging a fist out toward Nick.
"Oh, they didn't sleep," Leighanne informed with a smirk, idly filing her nails. "From what I heard, they were going at it like there was no tomorrow--"
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, Leighanne!" Alana hissed in disgust, yelping when Nick stumbled backward to avoid Brian's heavy blow, causing her to fall into the couch. She immediately reached to brace her hands against her abdomen, watching as Brian threw himself hard onto Nick, throwing as hard of punches as he could muster. Nick's yelps beneath the painful blows caused her stomach to clench in worry. Reaching down, she grabbed Brian's upper arm. "Damnit, Brian! Stop!"
Jerking away when Brian's blows stilled, Nick fell to the floor, clutching his aching jaw as he moved further away. "Goddamnit, what the fuck's your problem?"
"YOU HAD SEX WITH NATALIE!" Brian roared, struggling against Alana's hold as she dragged him away from Nick's cowering form. His fists clenched in fury, fighting against Alana's hold till she stumbled backward into the coffee table. Usually, he would rush to the fallen woman's side to assure she was okay, but he was too concerned with getting even. "How long has this been going on between you two?! How many times?! Are you fucking her now?! You son-of-a-bitch--"
"ONCE! It happened once, damnit!" Nick interrupted, getting to his feet slowly. "We were drunk and both needed someone, it's not like it was some evil fucking plot to pop her cherry before you got around to doing it!"
"You need to get the fuck out of here and go home, right now," Brian growled, throwing a finger toward the door. His square jaw was clenched in a disgusted fury as he stared at his best friend, wondering how he could possibly betray him in such a dark, filthy way. Brian had loved Natalie from the very beginning and Nick had known that. To go behind him and steal her away as if she was just… And how she could lie to him for so many years! Acting as if she were so pure and wholesome. "Don't you ever fucking come back."
"You can't make me leave," Nick informed him, his eyes moving to Alana, hoping she would help him.
"Oh, yes he can," Leighanne sang breezily.
"And you can fucking pack your bags while your at it, you gigantic bitch," Brian seethed, hauling Leighanne up from the couch and pushing her in Nick's direction. "You're hateful woman who is out to ruin my life. I don't care if you're pregnant. Just send me a bill for child support. After we get a paternity test. And I'll be sure to send you the same for Baylee."
"If she's pregnant, I'm a virgin," Nick snorted, stepping aside to watch Leighanne stumble to the floor. "Beautiful--"
"You need to get Zachary and leave," Brian interrupted, stepping in front of the coffee table where Alana was seated in a daze, blocking Nick from getting to her. "You're not welcome here. And, I don't give a fuck if my opening act is your fiancée or not, which beats the fuck out of me at this point. She's not the star here and I make the decisions. Get out."
Alana groaned as she reached to rub her tender back. "Damnit, Brian--"
"When this fucking hypocrite calms down, I'll be in the hotel room," Nick told Alana, brushing angrily past Brian. Turning to glare at the older man, he slowly cracked his knuckles. His anger at the entire situation got the better of him, and before he could think on it he was speaking. "Just so you know? That little thing Nat did for you in the car back in Kentucky? I taught her how to do it that night we were together. Though, I'm sure she hasn't shown you half the things I showed her." Before he could even see their reactions, he stormed from the suite, slamming the door forcefully behind him.
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