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inside, Kevin headed straight for Sheridan. A.J. called to her
as she was in the process of turning around when Kevin spotted
her. He ran up on her and latched onto her elbow firmly. He
kept walking giving her no choice but to follow him.
A.J.-" Sheridan tried to turn out of Kevin's grip.
"A.J. can wait,
the place ain't on fire. You and I need to talk." Kevin
half dragged Sheridan to his dressing room and slammed the door
closed once they were on the inside.
Many eyes trailed
the couple when the door slamming sound reverberated off the
walls, even the set crew turned to look. The door seemed to
be the focus of the entire set.
"Any ideas on
that one?" Nick tossed a look to Angel.
been a wreck since this morning. But, she isn't talking either."
Angel studied the door for a minute or two along with a few
others. She pulled herself out of the chair and turned towards
Nick. "I think I'll go see what's going on."
didn't get that far. John, the director, went to the door and
knocked on it soundly with a black box he was carrying. "Kevin,
I need to speak with you a moment." The door opened, John
stepped in, and the door was abruptly shut again.
not." Angel sat back down.
"Man, what is
up with all the pissyness going on around here. I thought Kevin
would be in a better mood now that he finally laid Sheridan."
A.J. stared at the door.
Nick's eyes grew
wide and Angel's mouth fell open. Angel jumped out of the chair
and practically knocked A.J. on his butt.
"Nick man! Help!"
A.J. was calling for help as Angel slapped wildly at him.
Brian and Howie came
on the set just as A.J. started yelling for help.
Brian latched onto
A.J. while Nick grabbed Angelina. Angel was whacking the shit
out of A.J. and Howie was laughing that A.J. couldn't take it.
What is your problem?" A.J. howled at her.
"You don't talk
locker room talk about my friend that way!" Angel tried
to slap him once more and scored a hit on his shoulder.
Nick pulled Angel away by her waist. Angel gave A.J. a death
stare then shot a look to her boyfriend to back off and let
go of her.
maybe Kevin shouldn't talk either because he told me he scored
with Sheridan last night, big time." A.J. taunted back
at her. Just as he did he winced when he found Kevin and Sheridan
standing next to him. Kevin wore a grimace that A.J. was all
too familiar with through the years.
"OH GOD, they
know about our porno flick!"
Kevin groaned as Sheridan took off running out the studio doors
sobbing like a banshee. Kevin brought his arm up to swing at
A.J. but stopped when he realized what was in his hand. "A.J.
I'm gonna fuckin' kill you! I didn't say anything to you. I
told you the topic was off limits."
late for makeup!" The director called to him.
Kevin stopped, closed
his eyes and then let out a huge sigh. "Angel, please go
after Sheridan and make sure she gets back to my house, okay?"
Angel just stood
their shocked, staring at Kevin's hand. "You made a sex
tape?" her head made an odd angle and then jutted out.
Kevin lunged at her
with the black box still in his hand. Nick jumped in front of
her to stop his advance. "No dammit, you did by playing
with that damn camera last night!"
"Angel was fiddling
with the camera? You mean, you two, last night, here, and the
big scene. The camera was on and filmed you two. Oh, shit."
Nick grabbed Angel's hand and started into a flat out run for
Angel dug her heels
in resisting, "Wait a minute, I want to talk to him-"
Nick yanked her arm.
"Damn Angel, why do you get on Kevin's bad side all the
time? That's my job." Nick cast a glance over his shoulder.
"You are definitely not talking to him anytime soon. You
might be the first woman that he ever hit."
Angel turned to see
what Nick was looking at. She hesitated for a second and then
ran right pass Nick. "Oh my God, how mad is he?"
"I don't think
you really want to know. The last time I saw him that mad, I
bit him in the leg when we were flying to Europe. I took a bite
out of his thigh while he held me in a headlock." Nick
started to laugh as he caught up with Angel in the parking lot.
An old memory played through his head. They surveyed the parking
lot and didn't find Sheridan's car.
Let's go check my apartment." Angel shielded her eyes from
her back at his place." Nick unlocked the truck.
"Well he doesn't
always get his way either," Angel's smarmy attitude kicked
today. Kevin's pretty private and he's going to blame all of
this on you. We need to fix this. Sheridan will be waiting for
Kevin if I have to kidnap her to get her there. I'm not messing
this up for them, Angel. We all have read that scene many times
and it's pretty damn intimate, loving, but intimate. There is
probably way more skin on that tape of my brother than I would
want to see."
Nick peeled out of
the parking lot. His eyes began to search the side streets as
they drove, on the off chance that Sheridan would have pulled
Angel started to
laugh loudly and obnoxiously.
"It's not funny,
Angelina," Nick made a hard right.
Angel paused; Nick
was angry with her as well. He has never called her by her full
name. Actually she hadn't seen him this mad since their fight
in Sundance. "Did you really bite Kevin?"
Nick's anger dissipated
as they made their way down the street. "Yeah I did. He
pissed me off. He was acting like my father. He was telling
me what I could and couldn't do and it just hit me wrong. I
screamed at him to shut the fuck up; he wasn't my father."
Nick sighed. "Then he yelled back at me to clean up my
language and feel fortunate because at least he was around when
my father never was."
"Ouch was right.
I went after him." Nick laughed and his gaze went to the
side. "He told me I was a little punk and I needed my ass
kicked. He didn't hold back either."
"How old were
"I must have
been around fourteen." Nick smiled at the recall of that
"He didn't hurt
you, did he?" Angel's voice was full of concern.
"Hell no. Even
worse, he just held me down so that I couldn't fight and freaking
laughed. He said I needed a real ass whoppin' but he didn't
want to hurt me."
Nick watched Angel's
face scrunch up. "That's when you bit him?"
Nick grinned. "Man that shit picked me up and tossed my
candy ass across the plane like I was nothing more than a pebble.
I bounced a few times before I landed. The look on his face
was the same one you just saw."
Angel moaned biting the inside of her cheek.
"Oh shit is
right. I'm more concerned about Sheridan right now. That was
a big step for them."
Angel was silent
for a while. "It really wasn't Nick."
Nick jumped on the
expressway to try and beat Sheridan home as he tried to make
sense of Angel's comment. "What do you mean? It was their
first time." Nick's eyes darted around as he watched the
"It was their
character's first time, not Sheridan's and Kevin's." Angel
sat up in the seat a little taller.
"Angel, it was
their first time. I'm sure he wasn't calling out the character's
name but Sheridan's. The fact that a tape was made of it is
humiliating for both of them"
it's not like she's Paris Hilton or anything. Kevin has the
tape; nobody probably made a copy."
"For your sake,
I hope nobody has a copy." Nick winced thinking of how
Kevin would react if something like that ever showed up.
Nick pulled into
the girls' parking lot and immediately noticed Sheridan's car
parked in its usual spot. Angelina hopped out of his truck and
ran to the apartment. Nick looked up to the sky and said a silent
prayer. This was going to be a long day.
Nick was trying to
find a way to make this better for everyone and he wasn't seeing
an answer. With his luck, even if he tried to get Sheridan to
Kevin's house, the photographers would be dogging him and then
that would show up in the media. Nothing he could think of would
make this better except to keep an eye on Sheridan until Kevin
could get to the girls' apartment.
Three hours passed
as Nick sat like a lump on the couch. He had heard Sheridan
sob, scream, slam things, curse, and throw things. Angel would
retaliate and imitate Sheridan's actions the entire time. Nick
listened to music; watched a movie and was now staring at the
news anchors playing on the television. He moved forward on
the seat. His elbow bent resting on his knee. The screaming
had stopped this time and they were back to sobbing. "God,
I wish he would get here soon." Nick moaned as he tossed
his body back into the couch. He tossed the clicker to the chair
and covered his eyes. After the hours that he had spent sitting
in their living room, he finally understood the depth of the
relationship that Sheridan and Angel had. It was very much like
the one he had with Kevin. Nothing was off limits.
"You are not
Paris Hilton and you are not a whore!"
"I am to! Maybe
I could sell it and make some money to pay my car off because
I'm sure he's going to fire me." Sheridan started to sob
as Angel followed her out of Sheridan's bedroom into the kitchen.
They both grabbed bottled water.
"Oh for Christ's
sake Sheridan, let's not even go there. You're not selling the
tape! You don't even have a copy. Nick said Kevin has the damn
tape and most likely he'll burn it."
Nick's ears perked
up as his name was dragged into the argument. His eyes were
tired from following the antics of the two as they moved from
the bedroom, to the hallway, and then to either the kitchen
or the bathroom. Both of them were relentless as they tried
to get their points across to each other.
you think Nick knows everything about Kevin? Maybe Kevin wants
to sell the tape for some extra money! Maybe this movie will
suck." The yelling escalated to the point that Nick sat
and watched the door knob turn, hoping beyond his wildest dreams
that it was Kevin. Nick moaned loud enough that the girls stopped
yelling at each other and looked to the door. It wasn't Kevin.
It was A.J.
not go there Sheridan. The ONLY thing you need to deal with
is the fact that you finally had sex with Kevin - regardless
of where or how." Angel continued on with the conversation
not paying any attention that they had a captive audience now.
"Oh God! I'm
so embarrassed!" Sheridan shrieked before running back
to her room and slamming the door. Angel turned to see who else
was in the apartment.
"What the hell
are you doing here? And where the fuck is Kevin?" Angel
shouted at A.J.
A.J. smiled, he liked
feisty Angelina, "He's on his way. He did the scene perfectly
and in one take. He didn't miss one damn thing."
"Well he's had
enough freaking practice, he should get it right!" Angel
stormed out of kitchen and followed Sheridan into her bedroom.
The door slammed again.
"Has that been
going on all this time?" A.J. grabbed the clicker and dropped
in the chair.
I'm waiting for the cops to show up if they keep going at it."
Nick stretched his legs out. He laced his fingers together and
placed them behind his head.
not. I'm sure he'll have the film with him and we wouldn't want
the cops to confiscate Kevin's private porno. At least he doesn't
have to pay for it anymore on pay per view."
Sheridan bawled as she stood in the hallway hearing A.J.'s words.
She was on her way to the bathroom but changed her mind when
she heard A.J. speak.
"Will you just
shut up," Nick groaned.
are being completely unreasonable!" Angelina was angry
"What? I'm being
unreasonable? What if this was you? What if everyone knew when
your first time with Nick was?"
"I do believe
everyone fucking figured that one out but you didn't see me
having a fucking cow over it. I wasn't embarrassed by it nor
did I act like a freaking child!" Angel's temper was fervent.
Sheridan was fuming.
Angel took a deep
breath and continued, her voice hoarse from all the yelling,
"What the hell do you want Sheridan? Do you want a relationship
with Kevin? Cause if you do, then what happened last night was
going to happen at some point and let's face it, everyone will
figure it out! If you don't want a relationship with him, then
you need to tell him. And if you want to continue to pretend
to have a relationship with him and stay in your own little
friggin' private Idaho, then fine - but do us all the favor
and TELL HIM!"
"But the video?"
Sheridan countered, "You have no idea how humiliating that
The arguing between
the girls escalated once more as Sheridan's door was slammed
once more and they squirreled themselves in her room.
The front doorknob
turned again during the crescendo of the latest round. He walked
in and quietly shut the door. "What are you doing here
"Thought I could
help," A.J. grinned. A.J.'s eyes traveled down to Kevin's
hand which securely held onto the film canister. "Want
me to hold that for you?"
barked at him as he tossed the canister at Nick. "Hold
this!" Nick caught the container; he lifted up one cheek
and tucked it under. He was now sitting on it. He smiled at
A.J. who returned a frown to him.
Kevin walked into
the kitchen to grab a bottle of water while listening to the
Kevin calmly replied,
"You can hear them out in the parking lot. It's a good
thing hardly any of their neighbors are home or they'd all know
way too much about those two." Kevin sucked down his drink,
but clearly heard Sheridan's voice scream, "Stop saying
this up. Make plans to get out of here." Kevin spoke as
he marched toward the hallway.
Nick grabbed his phone as he watched Kevin. Kevin tried the
doorknob but it was locked. Nick closed his eyes for a split
second as he watched Kevin's shoulder drop. Yep, he was getting
in that room one way or another. The wood splintering made an
awful cracking noise.
"I'm not leaving!"
Angelina's body was shoved out of the room. She bounced off
the wall in the hallway.
Nick rolled his eyes
at her drama.
"I'm not leaving."
Angel sneered as she stood in the hallway. "Kevin, I've
had enough of your fucking obsessive compulsive, 'I'm always
right attitude.' You need to learn the world does not revolve
around you. I may have turned on the camera by accident but
I wasn't the one caught screwing around on the set! You're damn
lucky no one walked in on you guys. It's a pretty big fucking
Nick yelled from
the couch, "Angel, we're leaving and going over to my place!"
"Oh no I'm not!
"They need some space and we need to get out of their way."
Nick stood up and grabbed the tape. He walked to the kitchen
table and grabbed his keys. "Lets go."
"No, this is
my place!" Angel stood somewhat crouched.
me Angel, because I will do something we will both regret. We
are leaving. They need some space to hash this out."
Angel snickered thinking back to his day at the gym.
Nick took three steps
towards her; he bent down, wrapped his arms around her legs
and picked her up. She automatically fell over his shoulders.
The bedroom door
opened. "'Bout time you took control bro. Make sure to
take A.J. with you."
"Get out Kevin!"
Angel and Sheridan screamed at the same time.
"Put me down
Nick!" Angel bellowed.
Kevin rolled his
eyes. "Leave now!" Kevin followed the trio and chain-linked
the lock on their front door.
Nick continued to
carry Angel over his shoulder until he reached his truck. He
spoke to her knees, "If I put you down, do you promise
me you'll behave and get in the truck?" Angel folded her
hands over her chest and sighed a loud, "Hmph." Nick
could tell she was taking deep breaths to calm herself down.
A.J. watched the younger couple work this out.
"Fine. I promise."
Angel was put back on her own two feet. Nick watched Angelina's
face carefully. She looked much younger with her hair up in
a ponytail, no makeup - it had long left her face with all the
crying - and her swollen lips. Nick reached out and gave her
a gentle kiss.
"Are you going
to the studio now to do your backup vocals?" Angel's voice
was soft and sad. Nick pulled her into his chest and hugged
her. Whispering into her ear, "No, I called and cancelled
while you were with Sheridan."
A.J. unlocked his
door and turned to them, "Do you guys want to go out another
Nick looked at Angelina,
"It's your call."
A.J. felt like an
ass for what he said earlier to Angelina, "I'm sorry about
earlier, Angel. Truce?"
Sighing again, Angelina's
shoulders slumped with a sniffle, "Truce." Reality
hit her that they still had plans for this evening. Checking
her watch, she realized she needed to get to the store if she
wanted dinner to be ready on time. "No, it's fine. Why
don't we keep our plans. In fact, it will be a welcomed distraction."
Angelina gazed up at her apartment with a look on her face neither
could read. Both men closed in closer to her. Angelina noticed
she had two backstreet boys in her personal space. "What
are you guys doing?"
"What are you
thinking?" A.J. countered.
"I was thinking
how the hell am I supposed to get my pocketbook in my bedroom
in my apartment that is holding my keys, license, and wallet?"
Nick wrapped his
arm around her waist and pulled her close, "Come'on, I'll
be your chauffeur. We'll go to Ralphs on the way home."
A.J. smiled after hearing Nick's answer. He turned to get into
his car, "Sounds good. Marybeth and I will see you later
The day had been
full of drama and emotions. Nick wasn't sure how upset Angelina
was at him for what happened earlier today on the movie set
and at her apartment. She was so emotional and angry. He knew
she'd need to release it somehow, much like himself, but they
had never experienced this type of argument before that involved
sides. The couple didn't discuss any of it while shopping, on
the car ride home or at Nick's condo. The turmoil was building
A.J. had picked up
Marybeth and the two couples enjoyed a pleasant dinner. Nick
knew Angelina was one of the best things to have happened to
him in a long; Nick still felt an overwhelming feeling of love
regardless of what happened earlier. He still thought back to
the voicemail message from Joey but wasn't going to let that
get to him tonight.
A.J. was glad Angelina
calmed down and apologized for 'kicking his ass' earlier on
the set. He was thrilled to have a nice home-cooked meal and
said she could kick his ass anytime as long as she cooked him
a meal like this as a peace offering.
what had happened earlier on the set. She was surprised to learn
neither of the girls were present during Kevin's big scene.
No one was talking about what happened with Sheridan, Angel,
A.J., Nick or Kevin but Marybeth knew something happened. She
couldn't understand why no one was discussing it. The three
other people sitting at the dinner table didn't want to talk
about it. She felt completely out of place.
The club was loud
and crowded. The base ricocheted off the walls inside causing
an adrenaline rush throughout Angelina's body. Nick kept his
hand on her lower back as he steered her to the VIP area along
with A.J. and Marybeth.
A.J. guided Marybeth
up to the VIP area while holding her hand. As they slowly ascended
up the stairs, Marybeth began to feel a bit self conscious.
She wasn't sure of herself in this situation; Angelina was much
stronger and more confident and appeared to be quite comfortable
being with Nick. They've been going out for a few months now
and there was mutual love and respect. Regardless of Kevin's
warnings, Nick knew what he wanted and went for Angelina.
Marybeth sat down
in the booth as she watched Nick and Angelina enter the VIP
area. Angelina had on a red mini-dress with a low cut V shaped
neckline that accentuated her breasts. She wore three inched
heels that allowed her to be within inches of Nick's height.
Nick only had eyes for her despite all the temptation that was
wandering in the crowd.
Nick and Angelina
went straight to the bar to let A.J. and Marybeth have some
alone time at the table. Nick ordered for both of them; each
had a shot and a beer. They were casually talking, whispering
in each other's ears, and laughing. A nice change of pace from
all the crying, screaming and fighting that took place earlier
in the day. Their debate was whose bedroom they were going to
go home too. Angelina liked the fact that Nick lived alone and
they had complete privacy. Nick liked Angelina's apartment more,
especially her bed. Both secretly wondered if Kevin was still
with Sheridan, did they go their separate ways or did Sheridan
go back to Kevin's home. After another round of shots and beer,
the couple headed to the dance floor.
Meanwhile, back in
the booth, A.J. tried to talk to Marybeth who looked uncomfortable.
She didn't want to drink and she wasn't going to dance. A.J.
couldn't understand why Marybeth was behaving like this. He
noticed it earlier in the evening as the couples were getting
ready to leave for the club. His nerves got the best of him
and he excused himself to use the bathroom at Nick's before
they left. A.J. knew where Nick would have stored some of his
stash if he had any. A.J. opened up the medicine cabinet and
reached for the superman band-aid container. He pulled out some
white powder and blue pills. It had been awhile since he'd fallen
off the wagon. The whole day had A.J. on an emotional rollercoaster
as well and he needed to stop feeling this way at whatever cost.
A.J. to go dance with Nick and Angelina, threatening to leave
the club if he didn't. She preferred to watch. With reservations,
A.J. joined Nick and Angelina on the dance floor, coming up
behind Angelina, sandwiching her between the two boys. As they
bumped and grind to "Peaches and Cream" by 311, hands
wandered from hips to thighs. Angelina could feel Nick's hardened
member as they kissed; she wasn't sure about A.J. but thought
she may have when he was real close to her ass. A.J.'s grinding
into Angelina was a bit unexpected. Nick noticed it too. Urgency
ran through Nick as he felt an amazing overwhelming feeling
take over his body causing his cheeks to flush.
Angelina was ignoring
the other dancers, trying to ignore A.J. being so close to her,
and focus her energy on Nick. Having A.J. so close, feeling
his hands on her; was a bit too much for Angelina. She needed
Nick with an intensity she hadn't experienced, ever. She began
kissing him hard, slow and long; their tongues fighting. She
slowed down and bit his lip and while breathless pulled her
swollen lips down his neck to a spot that seemed to cause an
unknown reaction to Nick. He immediately grabbed the sides of
her head pulled her closer and captured her lips again. Nick
felt an overriding need to possess her; to fuck her senseless
but before he could think it through, he came. Angelina heard
Nick growl and then suddenly stop kissing her. She saw his hot
pink cheeks and thought he wasn't feeling well.
A.J. was oblivious
to what they were doing. He didn't understand when Angelina
grabbed his hand and led him back up to the VIP area. The trio
looked like a train holding hands, wandering, weaving in and
around the crowd. Once at the table where Marybeth waited, Nick
leaned into A. J. whispering before heading off to the Men's
Nick went into one
of the bathroom stalls completely frazzled, stunned actually.
He was trying to think back as to what could have caused "that"
to happen to him, just by dancing and kissing his girlfriend,
in a public place. He thought back to what he ate, what he drank,
did he take ecstasy or something else that would have caused
it? As he thought, he cleaned himself up. Assessing his clothes,
luckily, nobody would have noticed anything.
Nick swaggered back
to the table and immediately slid next to Angelina who was engrossed
in a conversation with Marybeth while A.J. starred at his friend.
Slowly scooting closer to Nick, A.J. asked, "Are you alright?"
"I am now,"
A.J. continued. Nick just shook his head, letting A.J. know
not to ask. With his brow pulled together, he made a note to
follow up with Nick about what happened another time.
Angelina felt Nick's
arm wrap around her shoulder and she immediately leaned into
him, kissing his cheek before asking, "How are you feeling?"
Nick took another
shot and set the glass down on the table, "I'm fine. No
worries." He smiled at her and she was grateful when he
kissed her lips; she could tell he didn't get sick. In the back
of her mind, she was wondering if her dinner made him not feel
well. Angelina already felt like it made Marybeth sick, although
she kept insisting she felt fine.
Knowing they had
a busy day ahead of them, the couples called it an early night
around 2:30 AM, although the paparazzi didn't look like they
were going to call it quits anytime soon as they followed the
couples getting into Nick's car with Angelina becoming the designated
driver. Nick had one too many shots. All of a sudden, one of
TMZ's staff members asked Nick, "So is it true that you
are getting married on Valentine's Day?" Angelina sucked
in a breath and nearly dropped the car keys to the ground as
she tried to unlock the truck door.
Nick gave a crooked
smile and shook his head back and forth. He was not going to
deal with this tonight. The quartet tried to ignore the flashes
and ignore the TV cameras.
Marybeth was blinded
with the lights and felt like she was being verbally attacked
as so many people tried to talk to her at once. After Angelina
safely drove away from the crowd, Marybeth began to talk, "What
the hell was that? Does this happen to you guys when you go
out? Do they not know what personal space means? Where the hell
is security?" With each question, Marybeth's voice raised
an octave until finally she was almost screaming, "That's
just fucking insane!"
A.J. took her hand
and gave Marybeth a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Yeah, it's pretty intense."
"Pretty fucking insane," but all heard it. Her face
focused on the road, eyes not blinking. Nick turned to watch
her expression, noticing her eyes were far, far away; then turned
to look at A. J. A sad expression shared by the two men.
off A.J. by his car in the parking lot so he could take Marybeth
home. Angelina and Nick walked up to his condo; rather Angelina
helped guide Nick who definitely had a shot too many. He was
still completely shocked at what happened on the dance floor
and then the question asked by the paparazzi. Angelina successfully
unlocked his door and disarmed the security alarm. Nick went
straight to his master bathroom. Angelina took a couple of beers
from his refrigerator and walked into this bedroom surprised
to hear the shower running. Wondering what was wrong, she tapped
on the door, "Want some company?"
"Give me a minute."
and proceeded to take off her clothes. Hearing Nick call her
name, she opened up the glass door and stepped into his oversized
shower. Before she could get her hair wet, Nick seized her arm,
pulling her to him with a need that at first frightened her.
Nick captured her lips while his hands grabbed her head and
wandered into her hair, all the while keeping her face close
to his, not breaking his kiss. As he continued his assault on
her lips, he pushed her against the bathroom wall catching Angelina
by surprise. It was cold compared to the water temperature or
Angelina tried to talk to him.
Before she knew it,
he withdrew one of his hands from her hair to her vagina, slowly
massaging her folds before inserting a finger, then two into
her. Losing all of her senses, Angelina moaned into Nick's mouth.
He lifted her left leg, wrapping it around his thigh. Feeling
how wet she was, Nick picked her up by her ass with both hands,
using the wall to help hold her up and slowly lowered her onto
him. Nick began pumping into her while Angelina wrapped her
right leg around him, surprised at how urgent she sensed he
needed to push; as if he doesn't do it now, they'll miss something.
Feeling the tingle in her toes, she slowly rode him, meeting
his strokes as she sucked on his collarbone. Nick could tell
she was close, just like him so he withdrew one hand from her
ass, coming around to her front, rubbing on the triangle area
of hair that graced her womanhood. Feeling the tightness around
his penis, Nick let out a growl as he pumped a few more times,
draining into her while dropping his head to her shoulder and
held her close.
When Nick's breathing
slowed, his hand searched her face and massaged her jaw as his
thumb rubbed her cheek; he lifted his head off her shoulder
and carefully kissed her lips. Knowing something was bothering
him, Angelina asked, "You okay?"
He dropped his forehead
to hers and whispered, "Sorry."
Wrapping her hands
around his neck, she smiled, "Don't be. But I'd like to
finish up showering before the water turns cold on me."
A matching smile
graced his face. He grabbed the shampoo bottle that belonged
to her and began massaging it into her hair, lathering it up
causing Angelina to close her eyes and feel lost. Nick dropped
tiny kisses along her neckline eliciting a few whimpers. He
helped rinse her hair and repeated this process as he added
conditioner to her hair. Nick was so gentle, so soft and so
loving unlike his angst behavior just minutes beforehand.
He pulled back grabbing
a facecloth and her shower gel, leaving the conditioner in her
hair for the time being. As he worked the gel into a nice soapy
lather, Nick knelt down to carefully pick up her feet, one at
a time, and begin cleaning them. Gradually, he slid the facecloth
up her legs, scrubbing all around, as he massaged the lather.
Leisurely, he washed Angelina's ass and back, before adjusting
Angelina's head back to rinse out the conditioner. Noticing
the front of her neck exposed, Nick unhurriedly cleaned it along
with her shoulders and then bit by bit inched down her breasts
where he lingered, kneading them between his hands. Suddenly,
Angelina felt Nick's warm lips sucking on her nipples causing
her knees to feel weak. Sensing this, Nick held her up. Her
eyes remained closed; but her hands immediately found their
way to Nick's penis which now was erect against her stomach.
had to finish washing herself off, Nick pulled away, "Finish
up and meet me in our bed."
A mumbled, "Okay,"
rolled off her tongue as her hands went to her hair to rinse
the conditioner. After that, she grabbed her facial soap and
quickly washed her face before turning off the water and grabbing
Nick's voice boomed
from the other room, "Don't bother drying off, just get
in here." Nick was lying on his bed with his eyes closed,
one hand tucked behind his head under his pillow.
into his room and crawled up into his bed noticing Nick never
used a towel to dry himself off either. The sheets were saturated.
Feeling the weight from her body, Nick opened his eyes and held
out his hands for her to come up closer to him. He gently wrapped
his arms around her, pulling her close - her head on his chest.
So many things were
running through Angelina's mind. She felt the entire night had
spun out of control and ended with the mother of all cliff-hangers.
Angelina mumbled into his skin, "So should we call Johnny
and give him a head's up about our Valentine's Day wedding?"
Nick chuckled, causing
Angelina's head to bounce up and down. "Oh, I'm not too
worried. I'll be playing in an all-star celebrity game on the
13th and then we'll be attending the NBA All-star game on the
15th. You'll be with me at both events; we'll drive the paparazzi
crazy just by being there. Just smile for the cameras."
Angelina questioned. She hadn't looked at her calendar in a
Kissing the top of
her head, Nick answered, "Yes, we are. I should have let
you kicked Kevin's ass this afternoon."
Angel sat up, "What?
Why?" Her voice had a hint of hysteria to it.
Nick chuckled, "A.J.
told me Kevin was the one who started this wedding rumor this
afternoon. They wouldn't let him out of the parking lot at the
music studio so he could get to the meeting."
I'm calling to make sure Sheridan is all right." Angelina
let the phone ring until the answering machine picked up. "Sheridan,
call me when you wake up. I'm at Nick's."
A few minutes passed
in complete silence. Both deep in private thought as the clocked
approached 4 AM. Angel wasn't sure if Nick had fallen asleep
or not. "Are you going to tell me what happened tonight?"
Nick shook his head.
"I'm not entirely sure, Angel. You affect me in ways I
still don't understand or have control over." Nick whispered
the second half of that sentence.
"Is that a good
thing?" Angel wondered.
Nick kissed her again,
"A very good thing. It's an awesome feeling….just took
me by surprise."
"What was up
with A.J. tonight?"
"You mean besides
his erection grinding against your ass? I have no idea."
Nick was almost possessive towards Angelina when they were dancing.
His insecurities were getting the better of him.
And yet…." The couple looked at each other before speaking
Angelina kissed Nick's
jaw-line, "I'm yours. Only yours."
Nick began kissing
Angelina's neck, "You are sexy!......And feisty!.......and
will be the death of me one of these days if you keep butting
heads with Kevin."
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