Forever

Part 10

The next morning, they slept in and enjoyed a long, hot shower together. While Nick started breakfast, Sarah ran out to the car, where she had forgotten her purse the night before. Coming back inside, she plugged her dead phone into the charger. 

She turned on the radio, dancing around the kitchen as she helped Nick cook. He watched her lovingly. She was already right at home in his house. Their house. She was buttering toast when her phone started vibrating wildly, green notification light flashing angrily.

"What the...." she went to check her phone. Icons from all her social media filled her screen, as well as text messages. She started scrolling through them, handing her phone to Nick so he could see. Photos of them from the night before had already been posted and she was being inundated with add requests on Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. She was mentioned in dozens of comments, and there were several dm's. 

Nick looked through them, then handed the phone back. "It's normal, mami. You're in the spotlight now".

She bit her lip. "But, I don't want to be".

He turned the stove off, pouring eggs onto plates. "This is part of me. We are going to be comfortable for the rest of our lives because of this. Just make all your profiles private, and don't even read the comments. Half of them will be from people wishing you well. The other half will only be made to tear you down. I know you. You're a tough girl. You got this".

She nodded, still unhappy about it. But, he was right. This was all part of being with him, and she loved him. She abandoned cooking to start deleting all the requests, swiping through them without looking. It wasn't until the name "Ann Lopez" showed up in her notifications that she paused. She checked the comment, which was a series of laughing emoji's under the picture of Nick and Sarah on the red carpet. 

She clicked on her profile. There were only a few public pictures, all of Ann with Nick. He looked happy in all of them. 

"Mami?", Nick said, interrupting her thoughts. 

"Hmm?"

"You ok?".

She quickly closed her phone, putting it away and forcing  smile. "Great! Mmm, this looks so good!". 

He wasn't buying it. "Tell me".

She sighed, taking a plate from him and sitting at the kitchen table. "Your friend, Ann".

He sat beside her, taking her hand in his. "Sarah, do I not show you that you're the only one for me? Do I do enough?".

She looked at him, confused. "You do everything. That's why I'm here".

"So, why is this girl a topic of conversation at our table? She's old news. I legit only think about her when you bring her up".

"But, why is she still so hung up on you? It's not normal".

He gave her a pointed look, "you've had sex with me. You know you don't walk away from dick that good without looking back. It's like a religious experience".

She couldn't help but laugh. "You're an ass".

He chuckled, squeezing her hand before releasing it to pick up his fork. "Put her out of your mind, mami. Put that energy into thinking about me".

"You're always on my mind, Nicky".

"Good", he said, winking at her. 

She didn't know why she was so threatened by Ann. She knew Nick adored her. She also knew that he had never been in a relationship as long as theirs, or had another woman move in with him. She fiddled with the promise ring he'd given her, deep in thought. 

Nick watched her, worry written on her face. "You're not eating. You never don't eat".

She smiled at him, taking a bite of toast. She really had no appetite. 

He took her hand, and pulling her on his lap. "I love you, mami".

She stroked his face lovingly. "I know you do. I'm sorry for acting crazy".

He laughed. "You're not the crazy one. She is. You're good". 

"Thank you!" Sarah exclaimed, dramatically. "You finally threw some petty shade at this bitch!".

He smacked her ass, pulling her plate in front of them. "Eat", he ordered, piling egg on her fork and feeding her. She obediently opened her mouth, accepting the food. He fed her her entire breakfast, watching her mouth as she devoured it. When she was done, he pulled her down for a kiss, tasting egg yolk on her lips. "Come to New York with me".

She groaned, "I wish I could, baby. I can't get the time off work that quickly". He pouted, jutting his lower lip out. She bit it gently, cupping his face in both hands. "But, I'll be here when you get home, waiting".

He had a last minute appearance in New York City in a few days. He understood she had work commitments, but still wished she could come. "I miss you".

"You haven't even left yet. You can miss me later. Now? You can fuck me".

He didn't need to be told twice. He stood her up, pushing the shirt she wore up. He quickly lifted his hips, pulling his track pants down over them. She sat on his cock, back to him, riding him slowly at first, then faster.  He held onto her hair with one hand, the other running up and down her back. He pulled her shirt up over her head, reaching around to cup her breasts. He squeezed them, rolling her nipples between his fingers. She rode him until she came. Then, he stood, bending her over the table. He swiped the dishes out of their way, pushing her head down so it rested on the tabletop. He put a foot up beside her, allowing him to go as deep as possible. She squirmed beneath him, wiggling her ass on his cock. He grabbed her hair, snapping her head back as he came, moaning softly. He waited until he was finished before releasing her head, kissing a trail down her back. She remained laying on the table until he slid his arms under her, scooping her up and sitting down, putting her back on his lap. She curled up, clinging to him. He held her tightly, neither making any effort to move.