Break The Bed(20)

Just as he was under hers.

BANG BANG BANG

"Hold your horses I'm coming!"

Nick grabbed his robe and slipped it on. He opened the door to see Marley standing outside.

"I got the tour bus meeting us in Paris mate but we have to go if we're going to make the train."

Nick ran his hands through his hair.

"Did you tell Sabrina?"

"Yeah, I texted her. The band is meeting us downstairs in twenty minutes."

"Right. Do me a favor and pack for me would you?"

"Already done."

Nick slapped Marley's shoulder.

"Good man. Thank you.”

He walked past him to the door.

"Where are you going? You're naked, mate!"

Nick glanced down at his body without breaking his stride.

"I'm wearing a robe Marley. Get your mind out of the gutter."

He strode barefoot into the hallway and took the elevator down to Sabrina's floor. He smiled at everyone he saw. But inside he was seething.

She'd left him.

If she tried to pull that 'one night only' bullocks again he'd throw a fit. He'd tie her to her bed and refuse to leave the hotel until she agreed to-

What exactly?

He wasn't sure but it involved her in his bed, every night, for the rest of his Goddamned life.

Or else. He'd do something drastic.

She opened the door after one knock. She'd showered already and was dressed in clean clothes. Another plain black t-shirt with black jeans. Her hair was damp and her face bare of makeup. She looked like an angel. He had to resist the urge to lift her up and toss her on the bed.

"Nick, what are you doing? We have to leave for the airport soon."

“I told you we weren’t flying.”

Her mouth opened in a small, very kissable circle.

“Oh.”

He strode into her room, slamming the door behind him. Her eyes widened as she stepped backwards- right into the wall. He put his hands on either side of her face and leaned down until he was inches away.

"You left."

"I had to get ready, Nick."

He narrowed his eyes at her. She didn't appear to be rejecting him.

"I want us to share a room in Paris. And for the rest of the tour."

She took a deep breath. She was getting ready to argue, he could tell. He scrambled his mind trying to come up with valid arguments to whatever reasons she was going to give for wanting her own room.

"Okay."

All the air left his lungs in a big whoosh. She'd actually said yes. That meant he would have access to her whenever he wanted it.

And he was going to want it a lot.

"You weren't sneaking off then?"

"No Nick, I wasn't. I promise."

He grinned at her goofily. Then he kissed her. She kissed him back sweetly. He started to pull her against his body, just to show her what she was doing to him already.

He was hard as a rock again.

"Nick- we have to go!"

He lifted his head again, cursing.

"Bloody hell, it's my tour! We leave when I say so!"

She rolled her eyes at him.

"It doesn't quite work that way, Nick."

"Fine! But I expect you in my bed as soon as we arrive in Paris."

She blushed and looked away before nodding.

"Alright."

He growled and scooped her up, making her squeal.

"You're going to drive me insane woman you know that?"

"Because I keep agreeing with whatever you say?"

He let her slide down his body.

"No, not that. That's whats keeping me from losing my mind entirely. Don't stop doing that."

"Okay."

"Good. Well, hurry up woman we have to catch the train."

"Train?"

"Yes, love. I promised you no flying, didn't I? We'll take the train to France and then drive everywhere else."

She was staring at him, her little mouth opened in surprise.

"Oh and love? The tour bus has a nice big bed in the back."

She blinked at him and he grinned. He knew she’d be too shy to make use of the bed. He grinned to himself. That’s why he’d asked specifically for two buses.

He stormed to the door, eager to be on their way. Outside in the hallway was a fresh stack of newspapers. On the front cover was a photo of Nick carrying Sabrina into the hotel the night before. The caption read 'Sleeping Beauty.' In the picture Nick has his finger on his lips hushing them, and the paparazzi around him are laughing.

He glanced back to make sure she wasn't looking and scooped up the papers, tossing them into a waste bin on his way back to his room.

He was whistling the whole way.





Chapter 42





Sabrina





Sabrina held Nick's hand as they sped through the tunnel underneath the English Channel, also known as the Chunnel. The train felt like it was going nearly as fast as his jet but she felt totally safe. She told herself it had to do with being on the ground, instead of miles in the air.

But she knew it was more than that. It was Nick.

He was making her feel safe and secure. And adored. She knew this was probably part of his repertoire. Sweeping the flavor of the month off of their feet and then losing interest.

It didn't feel like that though.

It felt real.

That was part of his undeniable appeal. Even if he didn’t mean it for forever, he meant it right now. It was beyond seductive.

She couldn't help but be afraid though. Afraid of the day when he would stop smiling. Stop treating her this way. When he'd grow distant and disappear. If she could have a few more weeks of this though, it would be worth the heartbreak that was coming.

That, at least, she knew was inevitable.

When the train pulled into Paris, two enormous buses were waiting. One for Nick and her, and another for the band and Marley. She stared around the bus in wonder. There was a dining area, two huge sofas. A full sized bathroom including a porcelain tub, and in the back, an enormous bed.

"How did you arrange all this?"

"Can't take all the credit. Marley managed most of it."

She shook her head and sat down at the table to check her email. On the ride to their hotel, Nick sprawled out on the couch while she made calls, confirming all his interviews and any press that would be attending the shows. She also confirmed the rehearsal time for later that day.

Every time she looked up from her laptop he was watching her.

They were there in twenty minutes. He smiled at her when she finally shut her laptop and looked out the window. They were just pulling up to the hotel.

"How much time do we have?"

She glanced at her phone.

"About six hours before you need to leave for the amphitheater."

He grinned at her.

"That's plenty of time."

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

"Let me show you Paris. My Paris."

"No hats this time?"

"No disguises. That's part of the fun love. Or don't you want to be seen with me?"

She took a quick breath and held it.

"Alright. Let's go."

He took her hand and pulled her out of the bus.

"We will. After."

Sabrina felt her body respond instantly to his words and the heated look in his eyes.

She didn't have to ask him what he meant by that.





Chapter 43





Nick





Nick dragged Sabrina through the lobby of the Ritz Paris.

He was acting like a bloody schoolboy but he didn't care. She was his now. She'd agreed to do as he said. He was going to put that to the test, as soon as he got into his suite.

A photographer was in the lobby and snapped a picture of them before security ushered him out. Nick ignored him. He didn't care about anything except getting his woman into his bed.

Thank God for Marley. He already had the key card and was waiting for him by the elevator.

"Top floor."

"Marley, you are a lifesaver."

He yanked Sabrina into the elevator and had his hands all over her the second the doors closed.

"Nick!"

"Hush, love. You promised to be agreeable."

"But you can't- not in an elevator!"

He laughed.

"Alright, we can wait until we're inside if you prefer that."

The doors opened directly to his suite and they practically tumbled out. She backed away from him, her high heeled boots clicking on the marble floor.

"Where are you going, love?"

She just stared at him wide-eyed as she continued to back up. Then her ankled bumped into a sofa and he pushed her gently backwards onto it. He climbed on top of her and started stripping her clothes off her body, nibbling at her ears and neck.

"Nick! What if someone comes in!"

"You picked the spot love. If you want the bed, you are going to have to wait until I'm finished with round one."

She laughed breathlessly. He was making her nervous he could tell. Good. He wanted her on edge. He was the one who was on the verge of losing his mind and doing something insane.

Like proposing marriage.

He wanted it. He wanted her more than anything. He’d even skip the prenup, which didn’t sound all that romantic, but when you were rich as Croesus, it was.

By God, it was.

There was only one thing stopping him.

He knew she'd run if he tried it.

She was more than aware of his track record. But those marriages had been shams. A procession of hot, placid girls who clung to him like glue. Not one of them had challenged him like she did. Not one had excited him this way either.

He was eagerly kissing her glorious tits when the knock came on the door.

"GO AWAY!"

He grinned down at her.

"See love? Problem solved."

She was so serious, staring up at him. He pressed tiny kisses all over every inch of her he could reach. She was sighing and squirming when he guided his cock to her pussy.