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I could hear him yelling.Or rather, trying to make it sound like he wasn't. The sound of his muffled anger fluttered through the open house, with it's large, airy rooms, making it's way from the kitchen, through the living room, and eventually upstairs.
"Who's Daddy talking to?"
"I'm not sure, Shelby," I said, wanting to steer our four year old away from her father's telephone conversation. "Come on, it's time for bed."
"He sounds unhappy," she said softly, climbing slowly into her bed, stretching out her little body, her arms over her head. A mirror image of Daddy; of the two girls, Shelby looked the most like Nick. All of the kids had blonde hair and blue eyes, since both Nick and I did, and the boys resembled him, especially our oldest boy. But Shelby ... there was something about her ... the same look in her eyes, the same pouty expression ... or perhaps it was just the way she carried herself. Whatever it was, it could be unnerving at times. Especially since she was Daddy's girl.
"Don't worry about Daddy, sweetheart." I pulled the thin covers over her and kissed her forehead. "He's a big boy."
"Yeah," Caitlyn said from the other bed. "You worry two much."
Caitlyn was the oldest, at seven, and she never hesitated to hold those nine minutes over her twin brother, Nicky. The girls shared a room, despite the large house.
"It'll be good for them to share," Nick had said when Shelby grew big enough for a real bed. "We can't spoil them in every way."
Of course, Caitlyn didn't understand why Nicky still had his own room.
"It's not fair, Mommy," she had whined, her voice sounding remarkably like someone else I knew. "Nicky doesn't have to share."
"He will when Taylor is big enough. He's just a baby now." That had been over a year ago. Our baby was almost two now. It was probably time to start thinking about moving him in with his brother.
'Where does the time go?' I wondered to myself as I tucked Caitlyn in, while promising both girls that Daddy would be up soon to say good night.
I closed the door, leaving it open just a crack, for Shelby. Sometimes her Pooh night light just wasn't enough. The boys were sleeping now, I knew, and I quietly went into our bedroom to take a quick shower.
I couldn't help but stop and look at myself in the mirror once I'd shed my clothes. Was I starting to look my age? I still looked firm ... no real wrinkles, and after giving birth to four children, I think gaining only one size is a pretty proud accomplishment. Of course, I was only 32, but ... sometimes that seemed so ... old. I used to like being the older of the two of us, often teasing Nick with my "wisdom."
Now, I'd gladly trade that for a couple of extra years.
"Where does the time go?" I said aloud as I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water knead my sore muscles. "Maybe it's because we started early ..."
The twins had been a surprise, to say the least. Nick and I had just gotten married in May, only four months after his 22 birthday. We'd been dating for only a little over a year, and he'd shocked me, along with his fans, with an engagement ring at Christmas. Some people thought we had rushed into it, they thought he'd lose his fans, that would be the end of the group.
I was one of them. I knew we hadn't rushed things, but ... I feared for his career. I didn't want to be the Yoko Ono of the Backstreet Boys.
"You worry too much," Nick had whispered softly. It was New Year's, and we were celebrating it at Howie's. "Look at what this group has been through this past year, we're still going strong. We got a new album coming out!"
"Yeah, a month before we're supposed to get married. That's nice press."
He pulled me closer to him, resting his chin on the top of my head. There were some advantages to being short. "Aren't you the one that told me that life happens? Well, this is my life, and that's what's happening. I'm not going to worry about anything else, and neither are you."
Of course, he had been right. They'd lost some of their younger fan base along the way, but somehow survived the growing pains, despite the media's determination for them to fail. They are going on tour this summer, to promote their new album,their first in two years ... and it managed to outsell the last record! Some things never cease to amaze me....
And so, we were married. The wedding was beautiful, the album was a success, and the tour was going well as the year rolled into July, and I missed my period.
I had never missed a period.
I was frantic. This was not the time! Everyone was going to be angry with me! The fans could only take so much - it was shortly after this that I realized how much I underestimated his fans - and the other boys ... this effected them as well. I hadn't missed a pill. Absolutely not. I'd been sick, on medication ... the doctor said that may have been what had done it ... I was terrified. And Nick was thrilled. Of course, happy to prove me wrong, so were most of the fans.
The twins were born at the end of March; Nick was 23 and I was 25. Yes, we'd started young. Maybe that's why I sometimes felt older then what I was.
But I love my kids. I wouldn't trade a single one of them, for anything. Or my husband, for that matter. He was a wonderful husband and father ... I just ... sometimes I wish that I hadn't taken so many things for granted. Time just seems to keep slipping away, and even though I'm aware of it, I always seem to be so caught up in our every day lives that I forget to try to stop it.
I could hear Nick upstairs now, quietly shutting the girls' door, saying goodnight, as I dried off and slipped on a night shirt. It was a light pink, thin fabric that hugged my curves and fell just below my thighs. Respectable, yet sexy. You gotta find a way to keep that spark.
By the time I'd finished, he had went back downstairs. Slowly, I headed down the winding staircase, running my fingers along the soft wood apprehensively. I knew who Nick had been arguing with, of course. He was never in a very good mood after one of those conversations. The lights in the living room and kitchen were off, so I knew he must be out on the deck.
Moonlight shown in through the glass doors and illuminated the white tiled hall as I made my way outside, trying to figure out how to handle the situation. Quietly, I slipped outside, cursing myself for not putting on slippers when my clean feet hit the wooden deck. Damn.
He was sitting in his favorite old chair, the white one with leather padding and a round base, that reclined. I hated that damn chair - he'd had it for years. Still, I had to take a deep breath and remind myself that I was out here to be supportive ... talk about aging beautifully.
Nick was sitting quietly, staring out at the toy covered yard. It was fenced in, about an acre, then sloped down to the beach and our dock, where the boats were kept. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, and his white tank top showed off his strong arms and golden tan. He rested his head on his left hand, while his right arm lounged on the chair's armrest.
"Hey," I whispered softly, coming to stand behind him. My hands rested on his shoulders, and I gently massaged them.
"Shelby was asking about you. She was worried."
He sighed, letting his head drop, and I took the hint, rubbing the tense muscles in his neck. "I know. She was still awake when I went in to kiss them good night. She said she wanted to make sure I was okay ... said she didn't like it when I was upset."
I stifled a laugh. "She worries too much."
"And who do you think she gets that from?"
"Yeah, well, it's about the only thing she inherited from me."
"Hmph. Ow ... right there," he groaned, pointing to his left shoulder blade. "There's a knot."
We fell silent for a few minutes, listening the waves lap gently at the shore. I love the nights here, so quiet and peaceful, locked away from the rest of the world.
"Why doesn't she just back off?"
I sighed, knowing this had been coming. "You know how your mother is, Nick. She's just trying to help him."
"She's helped him enough! Aaron is 22 years old now - she needs to back off and let him lead his life!"
"I know, but she means well ... you shouldn't let yourself get so angry over it. You know how she is."
He shook his head, then shrugged his shoulders hard, an abrupt sign for me to stop my massage. "It's bullshit. He confides in me, and then she puts me in the middle. She does it every time."
"So, next time, stop it before it starts. Just tell her you don't want to talk about it, and if she doesn't stop, say you have to go."
Nick snorted. "That's easy for you to say. You don't have to deal with it!"
I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue, knowing that talking to him was useless at this point. He was angry and brooding, something he did well.
I decided to try the other route. It was always much more fun, anyway, and had yet to fail me. Besides, as I stood above him, my eyes lingering on his various body art, I felt an all too familiar twinge inside of me. I had always been turned on by his tattoos. The night he got his "Kaos" one, in Boston, I had drug him back to the hotel and fucked his brains out. He had to sit up, of course, which didn't bother me in the least.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I whispered, leaning down to softly kiss his earlobe. "You're right. It's not fair of her." I continued to kiss his ears and neck very lightly, and could feel his body start to relax. "You just need to release some stress."
A barely audible sigh escaped his mouth, and his
head dropped to his left shoulder, giving me full access to the right side of his neck.
I couldn't help but grin; he was so predictable sometimes.
Still keeping my touch light, I let the tip of my tongue slide along the vein in his neck, a highly sensitive spot. My hands eased down his shoulders and moved to his chest, the fingertips brushing across his nipples.
He sighed again, this time much louder, and his mouth stayed open slightly, his tongue partially sticking out.
God, this man could still turn me on.
Nick stretched again, arching his neck even more, and bringing his right
arm back, he wrapped his large hand in my hair, pushing my head closer to his skin.
"Baby," he gasped. "Come here."
I couldn't resist running a hand through his messy blonde hair as I slowly stepped around to stand in front of him, letting my hand trail on down his face. He stared up at me, with a look in his eyes that I knew all too well.
"Here," he ordered, crooking a finger at me. He looked my body over for the first time since I'd came outside, his eyes trailing over the slightly tight, sheer pink material. Still staring up at me, he moved his right hand to my flat stomach, rubbing it gently before he slid it up to run his thumb over my breast.
I gasped at the touch; his hands had always had that effect on me.
His hands dropped down my sides, the smooth fingertips leaving a trail of goose bumps over my skin. I could hear Nick's breathing increase just slightly as he gently tugged the edge of my night shirt up over my hips to reveal my carefully chosen panties.
"Damn, baby," he said huskily, tracing the hem of my underwear. "I love it when you wear these lacy white ones...you're so fucking hot..."
"Yeah?" I asked, leaning down to kiss him. He immediately opened my lips with his tongue and pushed his way inside my mouth, his left hand pulling my head closer.
"Yeah," he whispered as his free hand slid over my panties, fingers tracing the patterns in the lace.
I moaned into his mouth, forcing myself not to become putty in his hands. He whimpered when I pulled away from the kiss, although he never stopped moving that other hand, following one particular pattern.
No, I had an agenda.
Nick watched me with interest as my head dipped again, my lips connecting with his shoulder, my tongue running gently over his sun tattoo, then on down to his arm band, tracing each block of ink, nipping slightly as his skin. He stared down at me, his mouth half open in a passionate sneer.
"Slide forward," I said, pulling his tank top over his head. He did as he was told, and I slid into the small chair behind him, placing my legs on either side of his longer ones.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhh." I kissed the back of his neck, breathing in his scent. He sighed with pleasure, leaning forward to give me better access to his back. He knew now what I was going to do.
"Mmmm," he moaned as my tongue slid farther down, moving very slowly over his Kaos tattoo at the top of his spine. Teasingly, I followed each letter with my tongue, every stroke exciting him a little more.
"God," he moaned, gripping the sides of the chair. "shit!"
Satisfied I'd covered every inch of Kaos, I moved over to his sun and moon, then to the music note, performing the same treatment. Nick was soon squirming and gasping for air. I licked one final pass up his spine, glancing over his neck and arriving at his ear.
"Guess what next," I said, reaching around him to gently squeeze his hardness.
"Yes," half panted. "Please."
Quickly, I stood up and pushed him back in the chair.
He was nearly out of breath as I grabbed the waistband of his blue cotton pants, tugging both his pants and briefs off at once.
His large cock was up and ready, already oozing. I'd planned to play with him a little bit, tease him, but the sight was too much, too enticing, and I quickly took him into my mouth.
Nick gasped in shock, his blue eyes wide, then sighed in pleasure, his hips automatically raising towards me. His moans were a near whimper as my mouth continued to assault him, taking as much of the length in as I could, then stopping to suck quickly on the swollen, purple tip.
I met his eyes then, and our gazes locked as I continued to move on him. I knew it made him hot when I watched him. His mouth hung open as he panted, his body jerking a little harder with every downward pass I made.
Still looking at him, I slowed abruptly, pursing my mouth to gently kiss the tip, my tongue pressing into the slit, bringing another heated moan from Nick's lips.
"God! Baby, baby, are you ready? Are you wet for me?" he gasped, his left hand now in my hair.
"Oh yeah," I answered, allowing him to pull me to my feet. He sat up straighter, his hands immediately yanking down my panties.
"But I just gotta have a little taste first."
My head fell back as his lips made contact with my center, kissing the slit, then forcing it open with his tongue, just as he'd done my mouth earlier. Immediately, my hips started rocking, and I grabbed his head, pushing him closer to me.
"Fuck, baby," he said, jamming his tongue in and out of me. "You taste so fucking good."
"Oh ... Nick..." was the only response I could muster. Then his lips closed around my most sensitive spot, and I cried out, dangerously close to the edge.
"God, Nick, I can't ... let me fuck you!"
He pulled away and stared up at me, his lips wet with my juice. "Taste yourself first."
Knowing how much it turned him on, I quickly obeyed, taking his tongue into my mouth and sucking on it the same way I had his cock. He groaned passionately, and I took command, roughly grabbing his hair and pulling his head back, my mouth taking his over.
Unable to wait any longer, I straddled him, our lips still locked. Nick grabbed his hard cock and positioned it at my opening, and I slowly lowered myself onto him, until he was fully buried deep inside of me.
I pulled away to catch my breath, and he grabbed my hips, demanding movement. Bracing my hands on his broad chest, I slowly rode him, rocking my hips to get the angle I so desperately needed.
Nick threw his head back, still gripping my hips, urging me on. "Come on baby, fuck me," he gasped. It never took me very long when I was on top, and he knew it.
"Oh God!" I moaned. "Nick, I'm so close..."
Fighting for control himself, he grabbed the small of my back and pushed my upper body down, my back hovering over his legs.
"Shit!" I shouted as he started thrusting hard, slamming into me, the very base of his thick cock hitting my clit.
"Do it, baby, come!" he gasped, sweat running down his face.
"I just ... I ... yes!" I held on tightly to Nick's arms as my body spasmed over and over, my eyes nearly rolling back into my head with the force of my climax.
"Yeah, do it, baby."
"Nick, Nick!" I honestly thought my head might explode as wave after wave of intense pleasure jolted through me, rendering me helpless.
He banged into me a more few times, milking my orgasm for all it was worth then roughly pulled me off him and deposited me into the chair flat on my back, shoving himself back into me before I could register what was happening.
Nick slipped his arms under my knees, pushing my legs up and back, sliding deeper into me. His hands gripped the armrests of the chair as he wildly fucked me, loud animalistic sounds pouring from his mouth.
"God, baby, you feel so good," he gasped. "I - wanna ... oh..."
He was fighting it.
"Do it, baby. Let it go."
He didn't need any more encouragement, jerking himself in and out of me so hard the chair rocked with his effort.
"Yes, yes..." his cry was lost in my shoulder as he finally came, his body tensing and then releasing. My hand tangled in his hair as he emptied himself inside of me; the force of his orgasm was unbelievable. I pushed his ass with my feet, urging him deeper, forcing him to experience it's full impact.
Nick's body finally slowed to a stop, and he fought to catch his breath as he allowed my legs to fall back around his lower body, my arms wrapped around his sweaty back. While he rested, still on top of me, I absent mindedly traced Kaos down his back - I knew where it was without looking. My fingers occasionally slid over to his shoulder tattoos, but they always found their way back to Kaos.
"God, baby," he finally said, lifting his head up to look at me. "I think that was just what I needed."
I smiled and kissed him softly. "Good. You know I hate to see you upset."
"Oh yeah?" He raised an eyebrow skeptically.
"Of course! Why else would I have even come out here?"
Nick smirked, gently pulling out of me. "I think you just wanted to lick my tattoos."