Passionate Awakening
Chapter One
de·sire - to want something very strongly
~Encarta World English Dictionary
She had been pacing outside his hotel room for about twenty minutes when she finally gained enough courage to knock. She didn't know what came over her, but everything in her body was yearning for his touch, screaming with desire. Perhaps it was the alcohol she had consumed earlier that evening, or maybe just maybe if she was honest with herself, she wanted this, she wanted him.
Less than a minute later, he opened the door, shirtless, his perfect chiseled abs sending chills up and down her spine. She swallowed hard as her heart began to beat fast and butterflies filled her uneasy stomach.
Her teeth firmly bit down on her bottom lip. She was shuffling from one leg to the other, afraid that he had changed his mind, afraid that he didn't want her anymore. Maybe he was playing a game to see how far he could take their habitual flirtatious habits. Maybe he didn't mean what he said earlier that evening.
A smug smirk graced his perfect lips at how nervous she looked. Their eyes locked, his lustful ocean blue orbs staring intensely into her innocent hazel ones. He stepped back and extended the door, however she didn't move. He took a few steps toward her, leaned down, and placed a soft chaste kiss on her forehead. She closed her eyes to the comforting feel of his touch.
He gently took her hand, leading her further into his room as he kicked the door shut with his foot. As she heard the door close, she was unquestionably torn again, unable to comprehend what she was preordained to do.
However, something in his confident gaze made her believe she needed him. She needed to give into the lust that had always been there between them. The realization of how real this moment was nearly took her breath away.
As she looked into his eyes, she could appreciate the sincerity, candor, and desire, the guarantee that he would put her at ease.
He stared at her attentively, in disbelief that this was truly happening…with her, the one girl that perpetually consumed his thoughts. There was something about her that made him feel safe, made him feel as if he needed her in every way possible. She was beautiful. She was original. She was unique. She was breathtaking. She was stunning. She was innocent. And with certainty he knew she would always be his…without a doubt.
She reached up and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes to the feel of her touch, she was simply angelic, every move she made. Everything she did. She held so much power in the palm of her hand, and she didn't even know it. Her brother would probably kill him if he knew what went on between them, but tonight, he didn't care. Tonight was about them.
She stepped a little closer, standing on her tip toes. She pressed her lips gently to his, as her inner battle suddenly faded away. She wanted him. He wanted her. Nothing else mattered…
She took a few steps back as she slowly unrestricted the buttons of her blouse, allowing the fabric to drop to the floor. His eyes passionately moved up and down her body. She kicked off her sandals, removed her skirt and unhooked her bra, leaving her naked except for her underwear.
Her new found confidence astounded him and aroused him even more. He inhaled sharply as he took in the curves of her body. Her silky tanned skin looked miraculous to the touch. He had to have her now.
He stepped closer, as she ran her hands over his hard, lean muscles. He let out a low moan….just her touch could send him over the edge...
She couldn't believe how toned he was, his stomach rigid and ripped. One glance at his crotch was enough to tell her he was definitely aroused. The thought made her tremble with eagerness.
They locked eyes once more and suddenly, they comprehended: This wasn't about everyone else; it was about this moment, it was about right now.
He cupped her face as he kissed his way from her neck to her breasts. The feel of his tongue traveling over every inch of her skin, made her tingle with pleasure. He moved her back as one hand guided her and the other moved the covers back, he lowered her to the bed, coming down on top of her. His fingers tangled in her white cotton underwear as he literally ripped them from her body. She shivered under his touch; felt herself moisten as she anticipated the feel of his body inside hers…for the first time, her first time.
She reached for his fly and unzipped it, shoving his khaki shorts and boxers off. His full erection brushed against her inner thigh. She blushed at the sight of this, boy was he endowed…she was definitely impressed—and definitely… scared.
He placed his hand under her chin as she finally met his gaze. His hand lightly trailed down her lips, down the middle of her breasts, down her smooth stomach, to her wetness where he felt just how much she wanted him; his eyes never leaving hers. He wanted her to feel safe, just how she made him feel.
He felt himself aching to be inside her. She pulled him down for a soft kiss. He positioned himself at her moist entrance then thrust into her. She was rather tight, making it more of an effort to move within her. She winced in pain, trying to relax, yet couldn't help but be tense. He slowly yet surely began filling himself inside her trying his best to be gentle, not to cause her too much pain, even though he knew it was inevitable.
He little by little moved in and out of her until he was deep enough to have fully taken her purity. She continued to cry in pain, yet urged him on with frantic pleas. He passionately kissed her as she moaned deeply into his mouth, the pain transformed into a warm sensation that rippled through her body.
She ran her hands over his broad muscular back, feeling him swell and throb inside her. She could feel the pleasure building up inside her fast. She could feel him hitting her in all the right places. How was that possible? This was her first time and every 'first time' story she had from her female friends never ended in, 'it was pleasurable for me.' He was good at everything he did, that was absolutely clear. She couldn't help moaning out his name breathlessly.
The sound of his name falling from her lips in a moment like this was merely as wonderful as he imagined. He knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer, and could tell that she was close as well.
She firmly gripped his broad shoulders, needing to grasp onto something as the satisfaction overcame her, her body pulsating as her orgasm shook right through her.
He felt her walls constrict around his member and that signaled his own orgasm to erupt as she milked him dry. She rested with him still inside her. She wasn't prepared to let him go just yet. She started to breathe deeply as her heart rate had finally come down.
He finally pulled out of her and drew her body close to his, as she snuggled in his embrace. He kissed the top of her head and they fell asleep in each other's arms. She felt completely at peace and knew that whatever happened, she'd always be glad she had this one night with the one boy that would most likely always consume her thoughts. The boy that was always unattainable. The boy that stole her heart...
Three and half years later…
Clayton James knocked on the russet door to his best friend's luxurious hotel suite. He hadn't seen Nathan in nearly a year due to their separate business ventures and private lives keeping them busy, but since he was in town for the week Clay knew it was the best time to tell him the great news.
He stepped back loosening his black tie. The door suddenly swung open and an angry blonde in a revealing tight red dress stormed past him clutching her purse and shoes firmly to her chest. "Fuck you Nathan! Don't even think about calling me!" She screamed before making her way down the hall.
Clay shook his head as he stepped inside the large luxurious suite to see Nathan sitting on the couch watching ESPN as if that little scene didn't faze him one bit. He turned his head as that famous smirk graced his perfect lips. "Well, well, well, if isn't Clayton James." He stood up making his way over to his best friend of twenty six years.
"Nathan Scott, still breaking hearts I see." Clay smiled giving Nathan a manly hug and hand shake. "What the hell was that all about?" He nodded towards the door.
"Oh, she didn't understand that it was just sex…she got all dramatic, started whining and shit, so I offered her 500 dollars to get the fuck out my room…" He stated nonchalantly as he walked over to the bar and poured himself a Scotch, "Drink?"
"Nah, I'm good man. Listen…" Clay stated wanting to get straight to the point, "I came over here to tell you the good news." He smiled.
"Don't tell me you knocked up Brooke again."
Clay had been in a committed relationship with Brooke Davis for nearly seven years. He was the bad boy, she was the consummate good girl, who had a wild side, and didn't take crap from anyone.
They met in college, her freshman year at NYU and his junior year. She had been wondering aimlessly around campus trying to find her first class, when she suddenly caught the eye of the most desired guy on campus, Clayton James: The biggest player/ jerk/ well-known party animal, and star forward of the basketball team.
At first Brooke couldn't stand him, he was far too cocky and annoyingly smug for her taste. However, she couldn't deny his annoyingly good looks and charm. She turned him down for months before finally agreeing to go on a date. At first Clay just saw her as a conquest, but as time went by, he truly fell for the dimpled brunette who caught him off guard, by capturing his heart. She called him out on his bluff. She didn't take disrespect, and she had no problem holding out sex if he acted in a way that pissed her off.
In the beginning, their relationship was far from easy; Clay was known to have a bad temper, he had too much pride at times, he was known to party hard, he drank excessively, he flirted non-stop, and basketball and friends always came first.
He constantly felt the need to be the alpha male, meaning he engaged in many fights, which angered Brooke and finally caused her to break up with him five months into their relationship. Two weeks later, Clay came crawling back; of course she made him work for it, and slowly but surely he changed his boyish ways.
Brooke ended up pregnant during her sophomore year, and after a week of confusion, she decided to keep the baby. Their parents helped them out while they both stayed in school. Once Clay graduated he worked his way up and became the CEO of his father's Investment Management Company. He proposed to Brooke many times throughout their relationship, but to his bewilderment, she always turned him down, saying 'it wasn't the right time' and 'she didn't want him to marry her just because she was the mother of his child.' She didn't want him to feel obligated to be with her. She wanted him to want to be with her for all the right reasons. And for that reason alone, she made him wait. She needed to see him mature. She needed to see in his eyes that he was truly ready to be a husband.
"Actually, we're getting married." Clay stated happily.
Nathan chocked on his drink and cleared his throat, "Wow, so she finally accepted after all this time."
"Yea I guess so…"
"You're so whipped dude." Nathan chuckled. "Congrats man." Nathan said lifting up his drink.
"Thanks Nate, I uh, I also wanted to ask if you'd be my best man?"
Most friends would be thrilled by the idea of being asked to be the best man or maid of honor, but not Nathan Scott. He wasn't the marrying type, he didn't believe in marriage, in fact he hated weddings, they made him nauseous, but Clay was his best friend and no matter what, he'd always have his back. "Sure." He shrugged his shoulders.
"Don't get too excited now." Clay stated sarcastically. Nathan was a renowned ass hole and at one time Clay had been the same way, except he grew out of that phase and Nathan still hadn't. They grew up together, they were partners in crime, and even though they didn't attend the same college or live in the same area; they remained close throughout the years. They had an undying bromance that no one could break.
Clay knew Nathan hated the idea of being involved in a wedding, but at the same time, this was his best friend. This was the only friend he truly trusted. It only seemed right to have Nathan be his best man.
"You know I fucking hate weddings, but because you and Brooke have always been there for me, I'll be there for you guys. Just don't expect me to act all fucking cheerful about this."
"You cheerful…never!" Clay declared mockingly. "Thanks Nate." Clay smiled.
"Yea yea, so…what exactly does a best man do besides stand up with you at the altar?"
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"I cannot believe I'm finally getting married!" The dimpled brunette jumped up and down showing off her platinum emerald cut Harry Winston engagement ring.
"I know, I can't believe it either, especially to my brother…" The other brunette chuckled lightly. For as long as she could remember, her brother was never the marrying type, he even stated when they were younger that he was never getting married/ settling down to one woman, yet somehow and somewhere along the road, Brooke Davis came along and captured his heart. And from then on he was a goner…
"I want you to be my maid of honor" She beamed plopping on the couch next to her soon to be sister in law.
"Oh B, I'd love too!" She said happily leaning in to give her a hug.
"Clay is over at Nathans right now asking him to be his best man…this wedding is going to be so perfect Hales! I can't wait till we start planning…ohmygod, my mo—"
"Did you say Clay is asking Nathan to be his best man?" Haley cut her off.
"Yea, why wouldn't he?"
"Nathan Scott." She said in disbelief.
"Yes, but Haley…"
"He won't agree to it." Haley shook her head, "He hates weddings…Clay should have just asked Jake, hell even Luke." She uttered dramatically.
"Look Hales, I know that he hurt you…"
"Exactly past tense—he did hurt me, but I'm over it…have been for a while, it's not a big deal…I mean yea it's an awkward situation especially because my brother doesn't even know, but what's done is done, besides it's not about what happened between Nathan and I, it's about you and Clay.." She smiled trying to convince herself.
She could do this, she could be around Nathan Scott, after all he was just a guy…a stupid guy who used her and threw her away like trash. But that was life, people get hurt, they experience pain, they get their hearts broken. She held onto the pain for a while, but knew that in order to officially move on, she had to let it go. She now looked at it as a learning experience, and through that experience she learned how to heal herself and most importantly heal her heart. She had been bruised, but she realized she was never broken. She would never give a guy that much credit.
The last time she had seen Nathan Scott was about a year ago, but other than that, she had done a terrific job at avoiding him and his random drunken phone calls throughout the years. She could do this…she was a James, she was tough. Besides, she had Julian now.
She had an amazing boyfriend and everything in her life seemed to finally fall into place. She was finally able to move on. She was finally content and most importantly happy, but little did she know her world would once again be shaken up. She knew deep down, as much as Nathan hated weddings, he wouldn't turn down the offer to be Clay's best man and because of that, she knew Nathan Scott was back and there was no way to avoid him.
"I love you Haley and it scares me, but there it is…"
"I …I love you too Nathan. Promise me you won't break my heart…"
"I promise."