So everyone's reviews ROCKED:D Also, there's a lot of mature content in this chapter, so you have been forewarned.
Chapter 4: Just Watch The Fireworks
The entire ride to my house was silent, but definitely a comfortable silence. For the most part I stared out the window, trying incredibly hard not to smile. The past 24 hours have been amazing, and that is for damn sure an understatement.
"We don't really live that far from eachother, what like, four blocks?" He asks, finally breaking the silence.
"Really, where do you- duh. You live in the same house as Haley, nevermind." I say, slightly embarrassed at my blatant moment of stupidity.
"Wait, is Brooke Davis blushing?" He smiles, and I can't help but notice how his blue eyes light up.
"Shut up." I nudge into him, still smiling however. At this point we've reached my house; Nathan pulls the car up into the driveway. "Nice house…what are the bedrooms like?" He smirks. I really wonder if he can go a day without smirking, hell, I'd try for an hour.
"Come over sometime and you'll find out." I wink back at him.
"Which one is yours?" He asks. "I don't do so well with parents; your mother already scares the hell outta me." I try to give him a serious look, but fail miserably and end up laughing. "See the window right next to that tree?" He nods. "Use it sometime."
"Expect it." God, he is so damn sexy! I seriously just want to maul into him right now; in his car, in my driveway, at nine o' clock in the morning.
"I really want you." In my defense, I did say I'm not one for subtlety. My voice is huskier than hell, and he notices.
"I want you too." His voice is low, his blue eyes incredibly dark. I move closer to him. "But we really shouldn't do this." He finishes , his voice final and serious.
"Wow. I give you a handjob, with barely anything in return, and then you develop a conscience? Funny how your brain works, Scott." There's an edge to my voice that we both pick up on, yet he's smiling. Dumb bastard.
"Not what I meant…you're mom's looking out that window over there," he nods his head towards my living room window, where in fact, I can see my mom trying to be discrete while fixing the curtains. Puh-lease, we have maids for gods' sake. "And if we're not supposed to be together," He continues. "It might make it hard to explain if we start fucking in the backseat." I nod my head in response. This is the second time I've made a fool of myself in the past five minutes; maybe I should leave before it happens again.
"Of course," Nathan looks at me, moving his hand so that is covers mine, and gently rubs circles on it, "If you are seriously that in doubt about how much I truly want you, I might just have to put your window to good use tonight." He cocks an eyebrow.
"The 'rents are in bed by 10, 10:30 at the latest." I hint.
"See you at 10:31." He smirks, and I do the same in return.
"See ya tonight lover." I say as I get out of the car, and he does the typical male nod thing in response.
The walk up the steps is the shortest one ever. I pause a minute outside of my door, shielding myself for the fiery inferno that is my mother on the other side of the door. Nathan's car peels out and speeds down the road, and I slowly open the door and step inside.
The first few moments are silent and therefore I think I can sneak up into my room, even though they both know I've been out all night. I take one step towards the direction of the stairs, then, "What the hell were you doing?!" Busted.
"Hello to you to mother." I turn and look at her, trying to be as cheery as possible. "You look lovely this morning."
"And you look like shit, Brooklyn. Where were you? And who was that boy? Were you with that boy all night? What a shame, and just weeks after you got expelled from school. You could've called at any time you know; just an 'I'm fine mom' or 'I'm with Haley, mom.' would've sufficed."
Finally she takes a breather from the rambling slash twenty questions. My hangover has magically returned, thanks to her screeching. "I was fine mom; I was with Haley, mom. Honest to God. That was Nathan, Haley's older brother, practically my brother now, geez. Lay off the third degree please."
She's staring at me like a hawk, trying to break through my wall of defenses and alibis.
"Seriously, I was at her house last night. Check in with her 'rents. We just hung out and watched movies. She's my best friend, do I really need to call to verify? Especially considering the fact that I told you I was going to her house last night. Thanks for listening."
My mother rolls her eyes. "Always the drama queen Brooke. Just call next time."
"Will do!" I see a chance to leave and jump at the opportunity to take it.
"You say you've met her parents?"
Already halfway up the stairs, I turn around. "Yes, they are nice people."
"Well, I want to meet Haley. You've talked about her for years, I want to meet my daughter's best friend. Invite her and her parents for dinner tomorrow."
"Sure thing." I turn around to leave again.
"And have her bring that Nathan boy too. If you are going to be riding in a car with him, I want to make sure he's trustworthy."
Great. Nathan and Haley, and their parents at my house for dinner tomorrow.
"They might be busy."
"Then pick another night." Her tone signals that she means business.
"Will do."
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"Hales, how does this look?" I ask her, walking out of the dressing room.
"You know Brooke, I could've just gone into the room. You didn't have to walk out here, wearing only that."
I look down at the matching bra and panties I'm currently wearing, these being the only things I'm wearing. A couple of boys walk by the dressing room door and nod their approval, smiling like its Christmas morning or something. I wink and wave at them.
Turning my attention back to Haley, who's currently blushing enough for the both of us, and she's fully clothed, mind you, "So, what do you think?" I ask.
"I think those boys are gonna go home and take a couple of cold showers, B. Davis." She smiles. "I like them, you're going to make some lucky boy very happy girly."
"Or boys." I add, smirking, as she just shakes her head. Turning around, I head back in my dressing room, checking myself in the mirror one last time. The bra is super cute; it's purple with black lace, and shows just enough, if not more. The bottoms are really cute too; it's a purple ruffled thong with black lining on the ruffles.
Throwing my other clothes back on, I grab all my purchases which include a couple of skirts, more bras, some boy shorts and a few pairs of shoes. What can I say? I love to shop.
Haley and I both pay for our stuff, then head out of the mall towards my car. It's really nice out today, around seventy-five degrees or something, which is just one of the reasons I love living in North Carolina, its nice year round, even in January.
"So my parents totally grilled me this morning when I got home. Or should I say, Victoria totally grilled me." I say, pulling out of the spot and heading home.
"Really? So Queen Bitch is back I guess, right? Did Pete give you a ride?" She looks over at me. She knows how protective and overbearing my mother can be, and I'd had long since told her about my night with Pete. Haley immediately questioned me about last night after seeing my face when I picked her up this morning. It took me a minute to realize what she was talking about because I couldn't keep my mind off Nathan. So I gave her the details, excluding my little morning escapades with said hottie.
"Actually no, Nathan did. Pete went back to sleep." I glance over at her, and she shrugs. "Well, that's nice I guess. So what did QB say?" She asks, referring to my mother.
"Well she hounded me, so I lied and told her I stayed at your house, which is actually kind of true I guess, then I made a huge mistake by telling her I'd met your parents last night, so now she wants our two families to have dinner tomorrow." I ramble.
"Nice Brooke. My parents our out of town, have been for a week actually." I'd known this too; her 'rents picked us up at the airport when we left Ridgemont, and if I remember correctly said, "Hi girls, nice to meet you Brooke, we left the car for you to take home because we have to leave for Houston in an hour." Nice, eh?
Well technically, I did meet them I guess.
"So just you and Nathan tomorrow then?" I ask casually.
"I guess, if he wants to. What are you going to tell Victoria?"
I smile. "That your parents had to go on a sudden business trip, of course."
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A knock on the window interrupts me from watching TV and I look over to see Nathan kneeling on the outside. I glance over at the clock, which reads 10:18. Quietly I move off the bed and walk quietly towards the window. I open it up and he climbs through, standing up and looking around.
"Hey." He wraps his arms around my waist.
"You're early." I whisper, trying to sound mad but fail miserably as I crack a small smile. "I don't know if they're asleep yet."
Nathan bends down and kisses my lips. "Go check. I can wait." Which he does by laying down on my bed, and begins to watch television. "Nice! I love The Office."
Rolling my eyes, I walk out the door. The hallway is dark, which is a nice sign. Carefully I move down the hallway, to their bedroom, I hear nothing. After a couple seconds I decide to check the kitchen, just in case they are still awake. As I move to leave, I hear my dad begin to snore. Definitely a good sign. Their television is still on though, and I can hear the Home and Garden network's line-up. So dad's passed out, but mom is still awake. I'll give her fifteen minutes, then come back and check again.
I walk into my room to see Nathan still immersed in the television. Settling in next to him, I place my hand on his chest, playing with the zipper on his jacket.
"QB is still awake."
He glances over at me in confusion. "What?"
"Queen Bitch. It's Hales and my nickname for Victoria, my mother."
"She sounds like a lovely person." He says sarcastically.
"Did I mention she invited your family to dinner over here tomorrow? She even mentioned you specifically after she saw you in the car." I say, sounding cheerily fake.
He wraps his arm around me. "Should've known getting involved with you would be trouble, Junior."
I sit up and move onto his lap. Straddling him, I begin to pull the zipper down on his coat. "Oh you have no idea Scott." My hands begin to slide up his chest, finally settling on his shoulders as I bend down and start making out with him. Within seconds his tongue is begging for entrance in my mouth, which I readily agree to.
Within minutes he slides my t-shirt off over my head and discards it on the floor. I pull him up so that he's sitting up as I'm on him, and I take off his jacket, throwing it to join the shirt on the floor. His t-shirt is next as we break apart so he can take it off.
We sit like this for a couple of minutes, both breathing heavily, as I push him back down on the bed, my hands running through his short dark hair. Nathan flips us over, and begins to teasingly pull down the plaid boy shorts I'd bought today. I lean up into him, my arms braced on his bare, tan shoulders and we kiss with so much passion I feel like I'm going to explode. I pull him down onto me as our tongues dance hungrily against each other, my hands traveling all around him as I try to memorize his body.
He pulls my shorts all the way down and I happily kick them off of my feet. Our bodies are molded together perfectly, and as much as I have of him, I keep wanting more. Nathan begins to undo his belt as I readily pull down the zipper. Before he's even down I slip my small hand inside and grab him. He jumps slightly at the contact. I pull away and he braces his forehead against mine, both of us looking into the other's eyes, breathing heavily.
"You're so sexy. It's almost a shame you have to take this off." He says, his finger trailing gently on the bra I'd just bought today."
"What can I say? You're helping me break it in." He reaches under me and unclasps it, and that too is immediately discarded. I can't help but smile a little as I notice his eyes flutter involuntarily after I give him a small squeeze. Using my free hand, I pull down his jeans and he shrugs out of them, leaving us both in our underwear.
Nathan starts to trail kisses down my neck, while simultaneously making one of his hands pretty busy sliding up my thigh, and I have to bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning out loud. He feels me tense up as his hand reaches its destination and looks up at me, his eyes dark and exciting.
He slips his finger inside me, and just as I'm about to become quite vocal, his lips are on mine, preventing me from doing so. Nathan keeps his mouth on me the entire time, which is definitely a good thing in more ways in one, because my parents definitely would hear something.
I feel a pressure building, and I pull him insanely close to me, my hands slightly pulling at his dark hair. He still kisses me gently, and as much as I'm enjoying this, I despise the fact that he's in control. I lean into him as much as possible as I finally reach my breaking point, and Nathan's there making sure it happens. There's no doubt he makes me feel more than any guy I've ever been with, but the night is young, and I've got more ways than one on how show it to him.
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"Mmmm." I moan into him, getting riled up almost immediately even though this was meant to be a goodbye kiss. Granted, it doesn't help much that I'm wearing a sheet, and he's completely dressed again, as we stand next to my open window. Nathan pushes against me so that I'm pressed up firmly against the wall, the sheet dangerously close to falling. His hands brace my hips as I once again play with his hair, my nails scraping slightly on the back of his neck.
He places a soft kiss on my shoulder. "You're making me hard again."
"So it's working." I smirk, and through the thin layers I can feel him once again.
Nathan catches the smirk and stares at me for a second. "Hmm?"
"I'm rubbing off on you. You're smirking."
My hand motions downward. "You're rubbing off on me in more ways than one. Let me return the favor." I grip the zipper of his jeans, huskily whispering the last part to him.
His eyes close. "You make it impossible to leave, Davis." His lips meet mine hungrily and he lifts me up so that my legs wrap around his waist. The sheet is barely on me anymore but all I focus on is the boy in front of me.
"I really need to go." He says quietly.
I hop down from him, much to the protest of my hormones. "Mm. I know."
"I'll see you tomorrow, or today I guess, since it's…2:30." He says checking his watch.
"We got a lot done in four hours." I smile playfully, and his eyes haze over in memory. "No sex tonight though." I frown.
"We'll make it up some other time." He smirks, and before I even process what he says, my lips are on his again. Each time is as intense as the first time, and as equally amazing.
"Mm…you really should go." I whisper.
"Yeah."
"Especially since I'm caught between a wall and a hard place." I hint, and he merely shrugs in response. "You're fault, not mine." He says as he pulls away, moving closer to the window. I shake my head in response as he begins to climb out. I turn around to climb back in bed.
"Hey." I turn and face him. Before I question what he wants, his lips touch mine again, his tongue gently slipping inside my mouth as he cups my face, half of his body already outside.
"See ya later." He pulls away and climbs out, closing the window completely.
I turn around and collapse on my bed, completely and utterly exhausted, yet excited at the exact same time.
What'd ya think? I'm not too great at writing stuff like this :x
Coming up next: The Family Dinner