“Alright, well I shouldn’t be long.” I lean over and peck her cheek before making my way upstairs.
Chapter Seven
– ALEXA –
Waking up this morning, I feel like I have been hit by a tractor-trailer, or like I haven’t slept in days. All night I was coughing up a lung and blowing my nose. At one point, Nolan felt so bad for me that he ran to the twenty-four grocery store to get me some Nyquil.
God, I love that man!
Even though I never go to the doctors, other than my annual girl appointment, I promised Nolan that if he went out to get me some night time medicine, I’d make an appointment with my primary care physician in the morning. Holding true to my promise, I have to be at the doctor’s office in an hour. To be honest, though, I probably would have called anyway because I can’t afford to be sick right now. I’m knee deep with school and student teaching, then the wedding planning, and most importantly, Jamie and I have plans to go shopping after school tomorrow. It’s been so long since I’ve had a shopping buddy that there is no way I’m missing it.
Deciding that I should probably make myself a little more presentable, I take a quick shower, pull on a clean pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, then head out to my appointment.
After a short wait in the waiting room, and a quick check-up from my doctor, I receive the verdict that I have a sinus infection, and was prescribed an antibiotic to take.
Back in my car, I power my phone back on–no cellphones in the doctor’s office. Of course, being the nervous nelly that Nolan is, I have a voicemail and a text message asking if I’m done with my appointment yet. As crazy as he can be sometimes, I love how he takes care of me and looks out for my well-being. It makes me feel loved.
“Hey, baby doll. How’d your appointment go?” Nolan picks up on the first ring.
I snicker at his eagerness.
“Good. It’s a sinus infection. She prescribed me an antibiotic, so I should be as good as new in no time,” I smile, even though I still feel like crap, and I’m silently wishing that I could just snap my fingers and be back in my bed.
“Did she call it in already?” he asks.
“Um...yeah, I think so. She said the pharmacy should have it ready by the time I get there.”
“The Rite Aid near our house?”
“Yeah,” I answer, confused and wondering why he seems so anxious to know this information.
“Alright, you get home and back in bed. I’ve got a break in between appointments right now, so I’ll stop and pick it up for you. Do you need anything else while I’m out?”
I sigh, completely in love with him. It’s like he knows how dreadfully tired I am and what is going on in my head.
“Thanks, babe, and no, I don’t need anything else,” I reply with a heartfelt grin on my face.
“K, see you in a little bit. Love you,” he adds, filling my body with a warmth of emotion from his words.
“Love you too.”
Not only did my perfect fiancé come home with my medicine, but with a stack of chick flicks from the RedBox, as well. I spent all afternoon and evening with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, then my all-time favorite, The Notebook, and finished with the classic of all classic chick flicks, Dirty Dancing. I cried ugly tears during every single one, of course.
“How’d I know you were going to end the chick-fest with this one,” Nolan jokes, walking into our room and tilting his head towards the TV with his cute, yet sexy grin that I love.
“Gotta save the best for last,” I smile, shrugging my shoulders.
Walking over to the laundry hamper, he slides his tie loose and slips it over his head, then undoes the buttons on his shirt before taking it off. He shimmies out of his work pants and throws everything into the basket except for the briefs that he’s still wearing.
Yes, I’m drooling...and staring.
Sick or not, his body still drives my insides crazy.
My facial expression must be hinting at what my mind is thinking because he glances down at his body and then back at me with an amused, heart-throbbing smirk.
“Although it’s hard to say no to that beautiful face, I’m not having sex with you when you’re sick as hell,” he grins, pushing his underwear down and off.
“So you’re gonna tease me with that instead?” I act annoyed, pointing to his slightly erect length.
Nolan laughs and throws his briefs at me. “You’re such a horn ball and I love it, doll.” He turns toward the bathroom, showing me his perfectly rounded butt. “But we’re still not having sex.” He winks over his shoulder before continuing towards the shower.
After letting out an over dramatic humph so that he can hear me loud and clear, I fall back into the pillows, now completely turned on and all by myself.
Since when do I get turned down from sex? I hate being sick!
– NOLAN –
Christ, turning down sex from Alexa is like asking to donate my left nut…god awful! What I thought was going to be a nice long warm shower after the day of hell that I had is now an achingly cold one in an attempt to calm my cock the fuck down. How awful of a person would I be to screw my fiancé while she’s sick as hell? I so badly wanted to fuck that sexy ass smirk off of her face because, I’m not gonna lie, her hoarse voice is kind of a turn-on.
Damn, I’ve got issues.
No matter how cold the shower, picturing Alexa underneath me and screaming my name in that deep, sexy voice, is something I can’t get out of my head. She was willing, right? It’s not like it was my idea to have sex. She brought it up, so I’d just be fulfilling her needs.
Fuck this shit!
If my girl wants to get laid, well then she’s gonna get laid.
With my cock already raised and ready, I turn off the shower, grab my towel, then high tail back into the bedroom to give my love what she’s craving to have. Unfortunately, right as I’m about to cover her with my body, I find her curled up into the fetal position sound asleep. My body instantly relaxes, seeing my sweet angel getting her much needed rest. I quietly chuckle to myself, hearing her faintly snoring from being congested–she’d be so embarrassed if she knew.
She’s so damn beautiful!
Even though it’s earlier than I usually go to sleep, I pull down the covers and climb into bed, wrapping her body with mine. After getting the news that the gym won’t be opening up on time which put me in a pissy mood all day, this is exactly what I needed–me, my girl, and our bed.
– ALEXA –
Having yet another coughing attack, I decide to finally get up and take some Nyquil. I really didn’t want to take it because, even though it knocks me out, it makes me groggy in the morning and I’m bound and determined to go to school tomorrow. However, if I don’t get any sleep, there’s no way I’ll be able to function.
As I lift Nolan’s arm off my side to get up out of bed, I notice he’s completely naked.
Seriously?
He’s seriously being this cruel to me while I’m sick? Not only does he flaunt his sexy body in front of me, but he crawls into bed naked. Though, all I really want to do is take some medicine and go back to bed, I think I’ll play a little game of my own first. If he wants to tease me while withholding sex, I can do the same.
Running my hand along his chest and down the length of his body, I wrap my fingers around his limp shaft. While pressing light, delicate kisses along his neck and chest, I slowly stroke his length, making it come to life. A low moan escapes his mouth and his hand finds the back of my head, tangling his fingers in my hair. I look up to see his eyes still shut, but his mouth is now slightly cracked.
Oh yeah, baby. Does that feel good?
Gently pushing Nolan completely onto his back, I continue my kisses down his torso, making my way down to his now very erect penis. With a devious smirk on my face, I cover his length with my mouth and slowly work my magic up and down his shaft. This brings him to life, of course.
“Oh yeah, doll…”
Not
on purpose, but with perfect timing, I get another itch in my throat, then lift my head up and start coughing like crazy. Nolan moves up on his elbows as I quickly dart to the bathroom to get a drink of water. My devious grin returns as I catch my breath and soothe my throat with some water.
How do you like that?
Before heading back into the bedroom, I take my Nyquil like originally planned, blow my nose, and cough one more time for dramatic purposes only.
“Sorry, babe…it doesn’t look like I can finish. Too sick,” I say sarcastically, holding my hand up to my throat and throwing a pouty lip in there, too.
With a sexy smile, Nolan shakes his head. “You do realize why I’m naked, right?” he asks.
“Because you’re a tease?” I snip back.
“Not even close, sweetheart,” he tells me, shaking his head again. Sitting up, he reaches for my hand. “Come here,” he says, sexy dripping from each word as he extends his hand for me to take.
Gently pulling me back down to my side of the bed, he leans slightly over me with his face inches from mine. “I came back to have sex with you earlier, but you were sound asleep. Now that you’re awake, though, and have woken up something else…” he glances down his body, “I’m gonna make such sweet love to you that you’re gonna forget you’re even sick.”
Swallowing hard, I make one request. “Okay, Mr. Pratt. I’ll allow you to take advantage of me, but under one condition.”
He looks at me, intrigued.
“No kissing on the lips. We don’t need you sick, too.”
After kissing my cheek and then my neck, he whispers “deal” into my ear.
“Oh, and you only get maybe ten minutes,” I add as his mouth travels down to my chest.
He looks up at me, confused with one eyebrow raised.
“I just took some Nyquil.” I smile.
Sitting back onto his heels, Nolan pulls my silk nightgown up and over my head, then yanks my panties off, throwing them both to the side.
“Guess I better get to work then,” he grins before latching his mouth over my nipple.
Chapter Eight
– NOLAN –
I quietly creep out of bed and quickly grab my clothes for work, careful not to wake Alexa. Within seconds of our midnight romp, she was out cold and didn’t make a peep, other than her adorable snoring, for the rest of the night. She already looked better last night when I got home from work, so I’m feeling confident that with one more day of rest, she’ll be feeling much better.
Just as I pour some coffee into my travel mug, I hear the stairs creek with footsteps. Shocked to hear her coming down the stairs this early, I glance over my shoulder to witness my beautiful fiancé dressed to the nines in a skirt and top.
“Morning, babe,” she cheerfully greets me, pulling a mug down from the cupboard.
“Morning, doll.” I look at her, confused. “Feeling better?”
Alexa reaches up and kisses my cheek.
“Little bit. Thank God for drugs, huh?” she smiles, pouring herself some coffee.
Little bit? She looks pretty damn good to me.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I reply, still puzzled.
Needing to get to work, I wrap my arm around her waist, bringing her body up close to mine. “I’ve got a lot of shit to do at the new gym today, so I’m probably going to be a little late. Are you gonna be okay?”
Although she looks normal, I know damn well that she can’t be feeling up to par. She was sick as hell yesterday.
“Yup, Jamie and I are going shopping after school…I’m good,” she replies with her sweet grin that I wish I had time to indulge in.
I smile, happy that she has someone to hang-out with now that I’m working so much. I fucking hate how much time is being taken away because of the new gym.
“Oh geez…” I sarcastically answer, raising my eyebrows and inhaling deeply, acting like I’m apprehensive about her going shopping. “Let’s not make us go bankrupt just yet…k?”
Of course, this warrants a roll of her eyes and an annoyed look as she answers, “Oh, please. I’m not that bad!”
I laugh since I was just kidding around, and lean over to kiss her gently on the lips.
Damn, I’ve missed these lips. Fuck getting sick, I’m never going a day without feeling them pressed against mine again.
“Have fun, sweetheart. Get whatever you want.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ll see you later...love you,” I tell her before turning and slipping on my shoes near the garage door.
“Love you too,” Alexa responds with a bright smile and adoration in her eyes.
God, I love her!
– ALEXA –
Although I still feel like crap, I force myself out of bed and get ready in my normal attire before heading downstairs. There is no way I am going to spend another day laying around in bed, and if Nolan knows that I still feel crappy, he’d turn me right around and send me back upstairs with no chance of leaving the house until I am back to normal. There’s no way I can afford to miss another day of classes, and I sure as heck am not missing my shopping date with Jamie. I must admit that even though I made sure to make myself look good and back to normal just to fool Nolan, it feels really good to be wearing something other than sweats. I think getting up and getting ready actually made me feel a little better.
After taking my medicine and filling my coffee mug back up, I slip on my shoes and head off to school.
“Morning, sunshine,” Jamie greets me outside of our first class. “Still not feelin’ better?”
“Huh?” I ask, confused. I thought I did a pretty good job making myself look back to normal today. Nolan bought it.
“Girl, you’ve got some major bags going on underneath that cover-up…”
My eyes open in shock.
“What? You still look good!” Jamie adds.
“You know…honesty isn’t always the best policy,” I joke because really, I’m not mad. That’s just how Jamie is.
“It is in my book!”
Laughing at Jamie being…well, Jamie, we take our seats in class, grab our notebooks, and focus our attention up front.
After a long day of classes and student teaching, I make sure to check in with Nolan, just to reassure him that I’m doing okay.
Within seconds, he replies.
I chuckle to myself as I’m able to picture him annoyed about the gym, yet still concerned about me. If there’s one thing I will always know for sure, it’s that Nolan loves me more than any one person can–he’s always making me feel loved and appreciated. Although he may be over the top sometimes by showing it, his love never goes unknown.
With a humble smile on my face, I answer.
I nod my head in agreement, even though he can’t see it. Nolan and I went from spending every waking moment together to scrounging for quality time. The only good thing is that it makes the time we do have together special.
I laugh at his response.
Back when we started dating and had reached the point of confessing our love for each other, we agreed that neither of us would say that we love one another more than the other. Nolan used to say it all the time, and I hated it because it made me sound like I don’t love him nearly as much, so now it’s off limits. We love each other the same.
I stare at my phone, waiting to see if I’m going to get another response from Nolan. However, I just about crap my pants when Jamie startles me by tapping on my window.
“Geez, you just about gave me a heart attack,” I point out, still frazzled as I roll down my window.
“Well, damn, girl. I’ve been sittin’ in my car waiting for you to turn yours on to get going. What the heck are ya doin’?”
“Sorry…talking to Nolan,” I apologize, shrugging my shoulders.
“Well, since he’s hot I’ll let it slide, but can we go now? I’m starving!” Jamie asks.
Feeling hungry myself, I agree. “Yes, let’s go!”
Chapter Nine
– NOLAN –
Finally, arriving half an hour late, the plumber comes strolling through the door.
I hate when people are late!
Mike noticed some water on the outside of the pipes that are exposed near the equipment, and suggested that we have a plumber look at them. I honestly think it’s just condensation, but better safe than sorry.
“Hi…Nolan,” I greet him, extending my hand.
“Frank,” he responds, shaking it. The guy looks like a tool, but he’s done some work around Mike’s house that Mike was pleased with, so I went with him. “So you have a leak?” he asks.
“Uh, yeah. Well, maybe.” I motion for him to follow me.
Just as he starts to take a look around, I get a text from Alexa saying ‘hi’. Frank starts rambling something about the pipes, but I just wave him off to take care of it. I’m paying him $150 an hour. Quit yapping and just fix the damn problem.
As I’m texting Alexa goodbye, I see water spraying everywhere, soaking everything around it.
“What the fuck did you do?” I shout, coming up beside the dumb shit.
He doesn’t respond, just looks at me clueless.
“Well don’t just fuckin’ stand there. Go turn off the damn water!”
Jesus fucking Christ. This guy’s a dumbass!
Getting a clue, he hurries to shut off the water as I start to move the now soaked mats and equipment out of the way.
I swear to fucking God...if this stuff is ruined, I’m suing the shit out of this fucker!
Finally the water stops and dumbfuck comes strolling back.
“I think you’ve got a hole,” he says, looking up at the pipe with his hands on his waist.
No shit, Sherlock!
“I couldn’t care less about that right now. Get some towels and dry this stuff off,” I tell him, motioning to the mess he made.
“Oh, yeah…yeah, sure, I can help you with that…” he fumbles for words. “Where are your towels?”
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