Sitting in the back with Nick, his hands are all over me and I try to push him off. It feels weird with his friends sitting in the front seat,
"I missed you baby." he whispers in my ear as I push his hand away from my breast,
"Nick don't." He looks at me and licks his lips,
"Know what?" I shake my head,
"What?" He leans into me,
"I miss kissing you, you're a good kisser. I'm sure you've heard that before." I allow him to lean into me. Once we start kissing, I don't want to stop. Kissing him is so much better than playing Elliott's harsh words over and over in my head. After what seems like hours of making out in the backseat I snap back to reality once my bare breast is out of my top and he's sucking on it while his hand spreads my legs. What the hell am I doing? I look around and realize we are far past my exit,
"Where are we?" His friend calls from the front,
"South, kinda close to Homestead." I look over Nick's shoulder to see a familiar Turnpike rest stop fly by, we are no where near my place. What the hell are we doing on the Turnpike? I look at Nick and whisper,
"Where are we going?" He sits up and his mouth is on mine,
"Marathon." My eyes widened and I shake my head as I adjust my clothes,
"Nick, I can't go to Marathon." His lips move against mine as he pulls my face back towards him,
"Come on, please." As the lights go by I can tell he looks like a little boy and his whining tone only made it worse,
"I don't have any clothes to wear." He shrugs,
"We can get you something, we'll go to the store and get some stuff." I sigh and look down because I know I'm going to say yes. He knew I was going to say yes that's why he just decided and didn't bother to ask,
"Ok."
It was damn five thirty in the morning when we got to his house and I felt someone tapping me on the arm,
"Hey, we're here." Nick and I shuffled out of the truck and I followed everyone into the house. The two friends, we still haven't been introduced, crashed on the sofas and I walked behind Nick into his bedroom. I close the door and strip down to nothing as Nick strips down to his boxers and climbs into bed. I know he's going to go back to sleep with no problem, I only hope I can do the same. I feel myself drifting off and the last thing I hear and see is Nick next to me snoring.
I wake up and he's still sleeping as I look down at my watch and see that it's eleven thirty. I walk around the room, competely naked, and look around for something to wear when I see my bikini from almost a year ago on a chair in the corner. I slip it on and begin to go through his drawers looking for a T-shirt or a pair of boxers. I slip on a T-shirt that says "Give good head", geez what a pervert I laugh as I make my way out of the bedroom. Both of the guys were still asleep as I head out the back sliding glass door. I make my way to the dock and hang my feet over the edge as I sit and look at the water. I couldn't even imagine living here it's too boring and dead but the view is unbelievable, so peaceful. It's probably exactly what Nick and Aaron need though, once they take a break from the hectic lifestyle of being a popstar. I hear footsteps and turn to see Aaron walking behind his dad. I stand up as they come near me, they probably think I'm some crazy fan, damn, they aren't going to remember me from like ten months ago. I smile as Bob cautiously greets me,
"Hi." I wave faintly,
"Hi Mr. Carter, Aaron. I'm Quinn, a friend of Nick's." He nods at me as he tries to figure me out, wondering what to think of my claim,
"I met you a long time ago when I spent the weekend, when you had a BBQ here at the house." I see them try to place my face and the event and I want to scream at them, come on, how many black girls does Nick bring back to the house? Aaron snaps his fingers,
"Ah ok, I remember you. Nick talked about you." Ok, I don't want to interrogate a child but he definitely has me curious as to what he's talking about but I dare not question him. Bob smiles,
"Where IS Nick?" Uh oh, maybe he's in trouble for bringing me back to the house and letting me roam around unchaperoned,
"He's asleep, we didn't get here until five-thirty." I see his eyes look down and suddenly remember the shirt I'm wearing as his face becomes distorted, oh my God,
"Oh, it's Nick's shirt." I squeak out as run my hands over the T-shirt,
"I needed something to put on over my bathing suit." He nods and smiles,
"Since Nick is asleep, how about going fishing with us? I'm sure you're bored." I nod as Aaron leads the way and Bob brings up the rear. We make it out to the middle of nowhere and Bob turns off the engine,
"So, Quinn, what do you do?" I smile as I bait my hook,
"I work on computers." He nods and throws his line out,
"Where did you and Nick meet?" Wow, this is one curious family, I feel like I'm back in the kitchen with Jane,
"Miami, about a year in a half ago." He nods and we talk about everything from sports to music as Aaron fights to stay in the conversation. I only caught one fish, that wasn't even worth keeping before we made our way back to the house. Bob lets me navigate the boat and I have to smile as he stands behind me and places his hands on my arms as I steer, like father like sons.
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