Jessie is all of their sibling. I'm sorry for not making it clear enough. As for Alex yes he is Julian's son but neither Lucas nor Peyton had the heart to tell him about his true parentage so they kept it secret. At the time Alex was the best thing to come out of the marriage and Lucas loved him very much. Another thing is I neglected to mention all of the Scott's father. When I originally wrote this I pretty much let it be assumed that he wasn't there after Eva. But I may write him in sooner or later. So who should be the dad? Dan or Keith? Let me know in a review and the most votes will be the Scott's father. By the way I left Colin the same.
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"Alright, you get what you need and we'll go get our stuff. When I'm through I'll come find you alright?" She nodded and kissed his lips and went to the food aisle while he went to the Men's department. She and Eva went to two different departments and saw an old friend she hadn't seen in over twelve years. Delilah Baker looked radiant and she smiled at her ex sister-in-law. "Hello Brooke!"
"Oh my God," Brooke exclaimed hugging her. "Delilah! What on earth are you doing here? I thought you were in Africa giving the people food and fresh water and supplies or was it in Asia helping with the Earthquake victims?"
She shrugged a smile on her lips. "I was in Africa and I was so busy…too busy…" She then looked at her with a sad smile on her face, "and I'm sorry that I haven't been here for you when everything went down with Julian."
"It couldn't have been helped… even if you could've somehow knocked some sense into your brother. So what brings you down here?" she asked, delight lighting her light hazel green eyes.
"I'm here for Julian's wedding." She replied with a smile and a wince.
"Well this is awkward!" Brooke chuckled uncomfortably, knowing that his wedding was now in a week's time. And being the ex wife she would be getting all kinds of sympathetic looks such as the one on her friend and former sister-in-laws face.
"It shouldn't be… we were always sisters and we'll continue to be—even if my brother is an insensitive jackass."
Brooke laughed and nodded. "We'll always be sisters, Dee. Always," she vowed as she hugged her long-time friend and closest family.
"So… I heard you've become a major sex-symbol here in the States." Delilah said with a teasing smile, watching Brooke blush. "My, my things have changed! Last time I was here you were a nervous and prudish little thing. Now I see your face on almost every magazine…half naked mind you!"
"I know…" she said with a brighter blush. "I knew it was a bad idea but my agent said that it would boost my popularity and my confidence so I said what the hell."
"You do seem more confident in yourself. And I heard you have a new man. So who is he? Do I know him?" she asked, her gray eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Yeah you do know him—quite well actually. He's Lucas Martinez…"
Delilah eyes widened considerably at the news. "Lucas? You mean Julian's best friend, Lucas Martinez? Are you freaking serious?"
Brooke shook her head. "Ex-best friend and yes, I'm very serious… I'm so in love with him. He helped me a lot…"
"Wow… and here I thought you and Julian would eventually work everything out and get back together. At least that's what he made it sound like when we talked last night."
She shook her head negatively, "In your brother's dreams! Nah, sis that ship has long ago sailed," she said with a light laugh. "I've moved on."
"Yeah, I know. Julian has lost a very good thing. The best he could ever hope to have." She said with love and affection.
"Thanks. Hey how is your love life? Last I heard you were getting pretty close and personal with Dr. Hanson. Did anything happen between you two?"
"Oh, Dr. Hanson—that prick…" She growled then shrugged and replied, "It was over between us before we even began sweetie."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Delilah smiled and playfully nudged her shoulder. "It was nothing. Besides I need a man of substance and vitality Charles Hanson was anything but that!"
"And not to mention he has to look better than Brad Pitt." Brooke taunted, knowing they had once dreamed up the perfect man in Middle School.
"Ah, you remember that." Delilah said, a blush staining her cheeks. "It's a shame such a man doesn't exist."
"Lucas's every bit of that man!" she exclaimed in defense. "He's sweet and considerate and sexy as hell. Plus he can protect me—which is really sexy."
Eva frowned once she caught the tail end of their conversation, "Ew, I so don't need to hear about my big bro being sexy! I'm outie."
"Ok don't go too far. Your brother would kill me!" Brooke said, still worrying over her.
"I'll be fine. Chillax! " She then walked over to the Miss aisle and was looking at clothes she would no longer fit into.
Delilah knew that much about Lucas, "Yeah I heard he won the belt! You must be very proud of him." She said with a smile.
Brooke nodded her eyes glowing with love and pride. "Yes, I'm very proud of him. I was there when he won it. It was so hard to see him take such a beating but he beat the guy up severely and won the title."
Delilah's phone then rang jarringly; she blinked in surprise when she saw who had called. "I'm so sorry Brooke… I have to go… my soon-to-be-bitch-of-an-in-law just called and demanded that I drop everything to help her with this stupid freaking wedding." she said rolling her eyes.
"Oh it's down to the wire now isn't it?" she asked, a knowing smile on her lips. Knowing that at this time Peyton turned into a raging Bridezilla who needed everything exactly right. "Good luck dealing with all that."
"Luck, ha! I would need a tranquilizer to be near that woman!" she said half-serious, Peyton really was a tough pill to swallow. The two shared a laugh then sobered, "Hey, are you busy later?"
"Uh yeah actually I am… I'm taking Eva shopping for paternity clothes later want to come with us?"
"Sure… I haven't seen that little munchkin in so long."
"You just saw her."
Delilah's eyes widened with shock, "That girl was Eva?"
"She's not so little anymore huh?"
Delilah was so shocked she was speechless, she then shook out of it then replied, "Oh my God. I thought she was her older sister Courtney!"
"Nope…but that's great. I'll see you later alright?"
"It's a date. See you later!" Delilah shouted out running for the exit.
Meanwhile Lucas had just put his necessary items inside his basket when he had a sense of foreboding overwhelm him. He turned and saw Peyton behind him, acting as if she were shopping, but was really spying. How did she know he was here? "What are you doing Peyton? Are you following me now?!" He demanded harshly, knowing that she never sought him out before.
"Don't flatter yourself Lucas."
"Then what are you doing in the men's department of the store?" he asked, his facial expression quizzical. "I didn't know you had interest in men's clothes."
"I'm buying something for Julian before I do my important wedding business." She huffed. "Lord knows I won't have the time later. So how are you?"
"I'm fine…" He said then he went back to shopping.
"I just bet." She then sneered, "In fact if I know you at all you already asked Little Miss Goth to marry you."
"And what's it to you if I did pop the question to Brooke?" Lucas asked, looking at her wearily. He was sick to death of this, of her.
She shrugged and looked at him coyly, "You know that I don't give a flying fuck who you end up with I just… need a heads up." She said, her green eyes laying down an invitation.
"Well it's none of your business." He then walked away, leaving her there to deal with a hopping mad Julian who looked like he could strangle her as well.
-x-
Brooke and Lucas looked pensive as they stood in the middle of Julian and Peyton's house that would soon transform into a wedding hall. It had been a long time since they had all been in the same room together. Lucas took her hand in his and led her into a dance. Brooke smiled dreamily as he danced with her, whirling her around, dipping her then brought her back against him tightly, all the while looking into her eyes with adoration. She inhaled his woodsy scent and sighed blissfully as they danced slowly to the sensual jazz song. Lucas felt so good against her; it felt so right and perfect whenever they were together—even when they argued.
"Cheers to you Lucas; for being the very best man you could be and exceeding all expectations!" she said quietly, once at the dinner table.
"I have plans for you tonight…" He said softly against her ear.
"Really what kind—" she began to ask, but his fingertip on her lips halted the words.
"Ah, ah, ah… Later… much, much later…" He said mysteriously, heat in his blue eyes.
She laughed quietly and nodded. "Later it is then. Now, if you'll excuse me… I have to go to the ladies-room… I'll be right back."
"Don't get lost…this house is freaking huge," he teased and let her hand go. She left the room and went into the hallway. After minutes of looking and searching for the bathroom she unfortunately did get lost. This was frustrating her to no end and she huffed, trying to hold it together when Julian found her wandering the halls and dragged her into his study.
"What the f—"
He asked softly, looking into her hazel eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"Alex didn't want to come here alone so we went with him." She then added sourly. "And your future wife invited us— for some twisted reason."
"No, I think I know the reason. You miss me don't you? You do!"
She cussed him out royally; once she was done she replied calmly, "I came here to support Lucas and Alex. I didn't come here to argue with you." She said leaving him in the room.
"Fine, then don't argue with me. Make-up with me instead—" he said bringing her back into the room with him.
"Are you out of your mind? And would you stop following me!" she shouted at him. "And stop looking at me! I can't take it anymore! You made your choice Julian! You chose Peyton. Now live with your decision and leave me the hell alone!"
"I won't. I can't. Do you think I want to look at you? Do you honestly think I want to see you and Lucas together? I want to look elsewhere— at my future wife for starters— but for some stupid reason I can't. I don't get madly jealous when I see Peyton flirting with some guy at the bar in there… I don't get mad when I see her with someone else. I don't get fucking upset when I see someone touching her! But I do for you!" he said passionately, he then drug her to him and kissed her just as passionately. "I have to take responsibility for my actions. Truth is I made a hasty and stupid mistake by leaving you. The last thing I want is for you to be hurt again but I can't take seeing you with him. I just can't. I want you so much Brooke and… it's not fair."
"What was fair about what you did to me? Manipulating me? Making me question my feelings for Lucas? Tell me was that fair?" she asked with venom. "I love him ok—not you. There's nothing you or Peyton can do anything to change that. It's over you can't hurt me… you can't bring me down anymore."
"But I need you—"
"I can't go through this all again with you Julian! I can't. It's over Julian. Face it and move on."
"I can't accept that… we loved each other."
"And that love faded and died—a slow painful death, but it did die Julian." She said wearily, looking at him with sad eyes. "Look… you have made your choice and now I'm making mine. I choose Lucas…"
"But it's the wrong choice Brooke…" He said coming close to her, his hands rubbing up and down her arms in a motion that she had once loved.
"That's your opinion…" she said as she stepped out of his arms, a slight smile on her face. "Julian I really do wish you well but I have to move on and I'm actually doing that with Lucas. If you really did love me… let me be happy instead of making me absolutely miserable every chance you get!"
He drew in a shaky breath and looked at her with red-rimmed eyes, a shaky smile on his lips, fighting the tears. At that moment she knew that he had finally accepted that she didn't want him back. "I should've known that once you've decided on a course you'd carry through with it. You're never were a chicken and you never did back down from a challenge."
She nodded, "You're right, I never did."
"I love you Brooke… I always will…" He then turned and left her standing there without another word.
She sighed and walked out of the room and found Lucas roaming the halls, obviously looking for her. "Lucas!"
"I was wondering where you disappeared to!" he said with a smile. "What were you doing in there?"
"Uh, I got lost. I thought that was the bathroom and I discovered that it wasn't—"
His eyes narrowed a little, "You're rambling… was Julian in there with you?"
"No! Heavens no!" she denied fiercely. "Why?"
"Because he disappeared shortly after you did."
She shrugged and said, "I didn't see him. So are you ready to go home? I can't wait until you show me that, er, surprise."
"Not until you tell me the truth… was Julian with you?"
She looked down at her feet and nodded, "Yes, he was… but I set him straight. He will never bother me again."
"Oh you're damn right he won't! 'Cause I'll kill him!" He said savagely he then turned from her and went to the dining room and dragged Julian from his seat. The guests gasped as he pulled him toward his face, his eyes wide with fury as he shook him. "Didn't I warn you to stay away from Brooke?! Didn't I?" He then dealt him a fierce punch in his jaw.
"Lucas! Don't!" Brooke exclaimed running to the dueling men.
"Oh my God, Lucas! Stop it!" Peyton shouted as she watched the two men she loved fighting.
"I told you to leave her alone!" Lucas growled as he continued to punch his stomach. Julian broke out of the choke hold Lucas had him in and glared at his former friend, ignoring the pain in his abdomen.
"I love her and thanks to you she won't have anything to do with me!" Julian shouted as he went back to attacking Lucas. That confession shocked everyone into silence. Everyone's eyes went to Peyton who froze and couldn't do anything but leave the room, her tears falling down her cheeks as she fled.
"Are you two satisfied now? You finally managed to kick each other's ass. Congratulations!" Marcy shouted to both men, going after her sobbing sister.
"Lucas…c'mon let's go." She said dragging him away from Julian. "C'mon!" she said then she turned to her friend. "Uh, Delilah I'll talk to you later…"
"Alright… call me later." She called after them as they left the house with Alex.
Twenty minutes later they were home. She slammed the door behind her and glared at Lucas. "Alex; go upstairs. Your father and I need to have a little discussion."
"Yes ma'am." He said, knowing that tone meant she meant business. He hurriedly went upstairs and slammed the door behind him.
"What did you think you were doing going after him like that! What were you trying to prove back there?"
Lucas sighed and replied, "I don't know, Brooke. I just—everything went blank and all I could do was strike at him. I didn't want him to try to get you back; I didn't want him to even think about it."
"Couldn't you just trust me? Trust me enough to know that I don't ever want to go back to him."
"I do trust you. Brooke… It's not easy for me to believe in someone wholly, but be patient with me ok? Eventually I will be able to."
She chuckled, finding the humor in the nights events. "I just can't believe all of this. Two handsome men fighting for my hand… tsk, tsk, tsk… it's truly a shame."
"Not what you thought it would be?" He smirked, holding her close.
Brooke shuddered then replied, "No… actually it was horrible. I was worried about you killing Julian and being sent to prison for his death."
He laughed and nodded, "I was going to kill him. He got away clean the last time but this time I would've—"
She kissed his lips and replied, "It's over macho man. It's over. Now would you rather talk about violence or make-love? Your choice."
"Well you know I always was the type to do violence—but right now I'd much rather be a lover to you." he purred as he nibbled on her neck.
Brooke smiled then moaned as he nibbled on one of her hot spots on her neck, "That's great baby because I'm getting really hot right now—especially when you do that." He did the other side the same way, while sliding the straps of her dress down her arms, baring her breasts to the cold air all-the-while making her hotter by the nanosecond. "Ooh and that…"
"Good…it's what I intended."
"I have to wonder what else you have intended?" she said as he cupped her breasts fully in his hands.
"I think it's quite obvious of what I intend." he replied as he pressed against her, allowing her to feel the effects she had on him.
She whimpered, starting to lose control of herself. "Maybe we should do this…slowly…"
"Is that what you really want?"
Her eyes closed immediately when his fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, she murmured, "Not really…you already know how I like it…"
"Then that's the way we'll do it. But first in honor of your first request—we'll start this off nice and easy. Then we'll end it hard and rough. Is that alright with you?"
Brooke leaned into him while purring, "Mmm, yes."
"Alright then…" he slowly removed her dress, her lingerie, everything she had until she was bare before him. He kissed her slowly, tenderly, until she was melting in sensations. "I love the way you taste…"
"M-maybe we should go upstairs…" she said as the last of her good sense prompted her to ask. "Before—"
He moved until he was in front of her, then bending before her while taking a nipple prisoner into his mouth, suckling it until she was shuddering. Then he asked, "Before what?"
"I forgot…" she said absently.
Lucas turned her until her stomach was against the cool fabric of the couch, then leaned her over the arm of it, and proceeded to give her oral from behind—the position exposing different spots—which he promptly licked, suckled and gently bit on. She gasped, gripping the arm of it with all the strength she had as his tongue did amazing things to her. She moaned as the sensation began to build and build until finally she reached a place where she could fall apart into tiny pieces.
He stood to his feet then kissed her neck, giving it a swirling lick as well. "I want you so much…"
"I want you too…so much I really ache."
"Let me put out that ache then…" He then pulled down his trousers and proceeded to make-love to her, hard and rough. Just as he promised. She really took hold of the cushion as he drove hard and fast and deep until she was breathless and sweaty from the efforts to keep up with him. But she couldn't. It was like he was a madman. He gripped her hips hard and drove even more fiercely than before.
"I love you!" he growled still thrusting inside her.
"I LOVE YOU… TOOOOO!" She screamed as she climaxed yet again.
He gritted his teeth as he felt his orgasm creeping up on him, could feel it up and down his spine. He then growled as he felt himself explode in several strong, intense sprays."I love you so much woman…"
She nodded, still out of it. They both stood there shuddering and trembling, "We should move…"
"Like always—I can't." he said with a little laugh, still more than a little shaky.
Brooke couldn't either but was the first to attempt it. And promptly feel on her ass. They both laughed and waited a few more minutes before getting up and leaving the room. A mess and all.
-x-
Flash back: August, 20, 1998…
Peyton looked at Julian, feeling so lost about her feelings for him. She knew she loved him but she also knew she had a husband at home who desperately loved her and he had Brooke who was her best friend whom she knew her whole entire life and was like a close sister to her. She wasn't sure how to go about this situation, guilt plaguing her. And yet she slept with him, repeatedly over the years. Peyton looked down at the note Julian had slipped her at dinner and sighed. She went ahead and met him at his request, making excuses to Lucas before leaving. She told so many lies she wasn't sure which one she told this time. She looked down at her watch, tapping her leg patiently while she drummed her fingers on the wood of the gazebo. It was now twelve o'clock and he was twenty minutes late for their rendezvous.
She looked up and saw that he had finally made it, once he was near she said rather miffed, "You're late…"
"Uh I'm sorry…Brooke needed me to be home—we had a bit of a crisis—Jason had did something at school and we had to handle that." he said as he kissed her on the cheek.
"Why did you slip this to me? What are we doing?" she said pressing the note into his chest, vehemently, "Why are we doing this?" she asked, thinking of Brooke's child, as well as Brooke herself.
"Peyton—"
Peyton frowned, upset that she had let the affair go this far, "No really. Why are we sneaking around Julian?"
He frowned then grabbed both hands in his and said, "Look…I can't talk to my wife about how I feel—"
"Why not? She is your wife." she pointed out, feeling really wretched.
"Because I'm in love with you honey! I've been in love you for—well forever. I'm a little late. I know I'm very late in telling you how I feel about you but please… give us a chance." Julian said nervously, looking into her eyes.
"Are you serious? You love me?" she whispered, feeling a tear stream down her left cheek. All ill feelings including regret washing away at the sound of those beautiful words.
"Yes, very much so." he said as he softly stroked her cheek, "Peyton you're the only woman I think about…and whether that's wrong or right—I no longer care. As long as I have you—I'll be alright."
"Oh my God…but what about Brooke?" she said, her heart pounding.
"She can't make me feel half the things you make me feel Peyton…you're the only one I ever loved—I made the wrong choice ten years ago when I asked her to marry me instead of you. But will you accept me now? Will you choose me now? Don't make the same mistake I did all those years ago."
"Ok. O-ok." She said trembling, overwhelming happiness building within her heart.
Julian's features literally lit up with happiness when he asked, "Seriously?"
Tears filled her eyes, in her heart, in her eyes the answer was; "Yes."
Julian laughed exuberantly then kissed her passionately then exclaimed, "Oh my God! You won't regret this, I promise you Peyton."
She smiled shakily then replied, "I know I won't. I love you too. C'mere."
"I love you so much Peyton…"
She sighed while leaning her forehead against his, and felt all her worries float away as she whispered, "And I love you…" She then smiled, "You make me laugh and you make me feel things I never dared to dream of…Julian how you make me feel—overshadows anything negative in my life."
"I think we should get out of here so we can prove our love to each other."
She giggled then replied, "I think that would be best."
They had drove to a nearby inn and once they had the room key they hightailed it to the room where they proceeded to slowly remove each others clothes. "I promise you won't ever regret this! We'll be so happy together Peyton—so blissfully happy." he said kissing all over her face, kissing away the tears from her cheeks. They had made-love slowly that night, sighing and savoring each other. It felt so right. And in that moment was the moment Alex had been conceived.
End of Flashback…
Julian had been wrong about everything. She regretted it with every fiber of her being at that moment. And they as a couple hadn't maintained happiness in such a long time that she had really forgot how happiness felt. Peyton swiped the tears from her eyes and drove and drove for miles until she was well out of the city. She stopped at an inn and gave into the tears that refused to be kept at bay and proceeded to cry her eyes out. Julian still loved her—Brooke Davis—the woman she had always felt second best to. It wasn't much of a surprise to her, but to have him yell it out in front of everyone they knew at their rehearsal dinner was too much. Almost as painful as finding out he had been warned to stay away from her by Lucas and that he ignored that warning to win Brooke back despite the fact Lucas was a trained fighter and would kill him, neither man had ever showed so much care for her—and she had been married to one and engaged to the other. She cried and cried until she had no more tears to cry.
She opened her car door and went into the inn, her shoulders back, her head up and went to the desk to get checked-in. She dug out her wallet and information and stopped immediately once she saw who was behind the desk. "Hello…"
"Hello." the man said, his eyes taking in her shaken appearance. "How can I help you little missy?" the incredibly handsome innkeeper asked.
"I need a room." She replied softly, eyeing his physique—which was quite a sight. He was in no doubt the most built man she had ever set her eyes on—besides Lucas. He had kind bright light green eyes and curly coal black hair that looked really silky to the touch. He wore a fitted shirt that showcased his muscles just right. And he had really nice strong hands as well and really neat nails. She licked her suddenly dry lips then looked back up at his face. A very handsome face; with a nice strong straight nose and lips that were sensual and utterly beautiful, and lovely bone structure.
He nodded and gave her a key to a room and went to get her bags. He led her upstairs and settled her in room number 131. She shrugged off her jacket revealing incredible breasts encased in a tight shirt and flopped on the bed, slinging her purse across the room. She had to be the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on. She had gorgeous blonde curly hair, emerald green eyes that sparkled and a sexy lithe body. She sighed then placed her head in her cupped hands, her entire body stiff with tension.
Colin McMinn saw this and knew for certain that she needed him—Even if it was for someone to listen to her. He also felt a connection with her and wondered what it could be. "You seem like you need an ear." He said kindly as he settled beside her on the bed.
"I'm just wondering what happened to my life…how it got to be so off course…" she said, closing her eyes with despair as she recounted all that happened within the last thirty-six hours. "I mean, I used to have everything… and the things I didn't have I took myself… now I have nothing…no one loves me anymore and I just… I just ruined my entire life in one damn moment—a moment I wish I could take back more than anything." She said filled with utter sorrow. She then filled him in about her life story; the affair, the divorce resulting in the affair, the mental downfall and rise of her once best friend—everything until there was nothing else to tell.
"Well… what did you expect? You stole whatever you wanted… not really needing anything… it's a wonder Karma did such a job on you!" he then shut his mouth and started apologizing profusely. "I'm so sorry…I didn't mean to say that! I didn't mean to make things worse! Can you ever forgive me?"
She waved the heartfelt apology away, "Oh please, there's nothing to forgive—you just told it like it is. And you're right. It's no surprise that this happened to me though… I'm not exactly Miss Popularity around here." Peyton said with a slight sniff, remembering the awful rehearsal dinner the night before.
"Maybe…" he hesitated. "Or maybe you're just an acquired taste."
Peyton looked at him coyly, "Is that a compliment?"
"Yes it is." Colin then looked at her looking intently at him and asked with cheerful suspicion, "What?"
She blushed looking down at her hands, feeling suddenly shy. "I'm afraid to ask…"
"Risk it." He said huskily, feeling the connection growing stronger by the minute.
She looked at him with a gleam in her eye, her heart pounding as it never had whenever Julian was near her. Peyton smiled shyly then said as she scouted closer, "Okay. Are you acquiring a taste?"
He looked at her with blatant sexuality as he replied, "Definitely."
"That's very flattering for my ego… but, personally I don't think it'll work between us. I mean I'm with Julian and you're with, um…?" she paused, trying to fish for information about his romance status.
He indicated to himself then said proudly, "No, no one. I'm free as a bird. And forgive me for saying so but, so should you be. This man sounds like a real asshole to me—and you deserve much better than that Peyton."
"But I'm not single! I'm very much engaged…" She said as she looked at him with regret over her engagement with Julian. She wanted desperately to forget him, after the way he had embarrassed her but she couldn't. The huge diamond ring glinted at her as she looked down at it, now feeling like a heavy steel chain on her finger instead of the light-weighted feel of happiness as it had once been."…no matter how I wish differently."
He placed a hand on her knee then replied, "Peyton I can tell that you're a very nice woman—a woman who just happened to lose herself while chasing happiness. Happiness should be easy to have—if you're with the right one. The one you're really made for. Julian is not the one for you…You should want to be with someone who enhances your life not make it worse by changing everything about yourself."
"I know…" she whispered, a few tears falling down. "I know that…but—he was my dream man. All I ever wanted…"
Colin then sighed as he looked at her, "OK—Listen, why don't you put your feet up for a while and relax tonight. I'll order something and you… just put your feet up and relax. Now, what can I do for you? Anything your heart desires."
She arched a perfectly arched brow, "Now, that is a loaded question!"
"Seriously… your wish is my command!" He vowed fiercely. Colin wanted her to feel better—anything to make that desolate look on her really exquisite face disappear.
"You may live to regret that!" Peyton said with laughter, thinking of all the things she could request at the moment but didn't have the nerve to. It was the first time she actually laughed in a long while. She hadn't realized just how much she missed it. Now that she thought about it she missed a lot of things.
"Promise?" he asked with a wink. She laughed uproariously unable to keep it in. "What is your name anyway?" she asked after the laughter died. "I unloaded all of my problems on you and I didn't even ask you your name, how selfish of me!"
"It's quite alright actually. The name's Colin McMinn…" he said in his Irish accent.
"Ah, you're from Ireland?" she asked with curiosity.
He nodded, "Aye… born and raised there…" he said with a charming smile, a wistful look on his handsome face.
Peyton sat up a little more then asked excitedly, "I always wanted to go to Ireland…but there was never enough time to actually go. So tell me, is it beautiful there?"
"Oh aye it is very beautiful and fun too." He said with a devilish smile.
"So you had your fun with many lasses?" she asked, looking at him underneath her lashes.
"Oh I had lasses aplenty." He said, grinning at her. "Most of them were—how can I say…er… beautiful but very, very self-reliant which isn't really a bad thing…"
Her brow went up at that comment, "You like women who can't take of themselves?"
"No, not exactly like that—I mean they can have their independence just not too much of it is all." he said, his deep voice a lilting melody to her. She could almost let what he said slide. Almost.
"You sound so much like a macho idiot. A woman can't possibly own too much independence if you ask me."
He shook his head then replied, "Ah, you're wrong on that. A lesbian has way too much independence because they feel they don't need a man for anything."
She smiled and pointed out, "They don't… that's what dildo's and sperm banks were made for."
Colin arched a brow and chuckled, "And who supplies the sperm—Magical elves? And even then you'd need male elves for that. That's one thing women can't do; is bring a baby into the world without a man."
"Whatever you say Colin…" she then looked at him with a quizzical expression. "How on earth did we get into this conversation anyway?"
"Haven't the slightest idea…" He said cheekily, that grin once again into play, which made her smile as well. He had an irresistible charm about him that she found very sexy and irresistible.
"Aren't you supposed to be attending the front desk?" She asked as he sat down next to her once again. She liked having him here but she would hate that he got fired for attending to her emotional needs.
"Nah— you see, my shift is over as of…now." he said as he glanced down at his watch. "And since my shift is over I think I can spar with you some more. Unless that's not ok with you—because if it's not then I can bug someone else—" he said as he made to get up.
"No it's fine…I like you bugging me." she said softly, a weird sort of calm went about her as he smiled at her once again. He had one of the sexiest smiles she'd ever seen—showcasing straight white teeth, with slight dimples in his cheeks. He placed his hand in hers, his green eyes locked on hers.
They spent hours debating stupid, pointless things and she hadn't felt so alive in months! This said an awful thing. But she no longer cared, he was in love with Brooke still and he always would be, and she couldn't change that, no matter how hard she tried. As she and Colin played a few board games, she thought of her life in general and found that she needed to rid herself of some demons. She would do it first thing in the morning.
They had spent hours together, in easy companionship. And then it all changed from one look, just one fiery look from Colin and she was kissing him like she was on fire and wasn't engaged to be married tomorrow afternoon. He caressed her like they had been together for years, his hands roaming over her like an expert lover until she was burning with desire. "God help me—tell me not to stop Peyton… say you don't want me to stop." He rasped, his very thick burr present, burning him alive from her passionate caresses.
"Never… I don't want you to ever stop! Please!" she said desperately, more than willing to forget all of her problems and promises in his arms.
"Then I won't. I promise you." he rasped then kissed her with a burning lust, his tongue dueling with hers, his hands ripping her garments off until she was almost bare to his gaze. Peyton gasped once his hot mouth closed over her breast, setting her ablaze as his mouth suckled on her, each draw of his mouth sent signals of arousal pulsing then pounding in between her legs. She held him there, arching her back as the sensations grew and grew until she was soaked for him.
Colin quickly rid her off her under garments and began a slow trail of kisses down her body, inflaming her even more. "Hurry, Colin—please."
"Is that how you're used to it? Rushing through it?" he asked, his eyes searching hers.
"Yes…" she replied, her chest raising and falling rapidly.
"That man of yours is getting worse and worse in my eyes…" He smirked, then replied, "OK…Then I'm about to show you another way of loving… I may be passionate but I'm in no way a slouch in bed." he said this just as he tongued an aching nipple.
"Neither am I." She moaned aloud, arching into his talented mouth, her toes curling in the process. He then rained down nibbling kisses down her quivering stomach then stopped—to her frustration.
"Good that's settled." he then went back to his task of driving her up the wall with passion. Once he reached his goal, he slowly devoured her, savoring her sweetness. Peyton gasped, gyrating her hips as his tongue began circling her bud of nerve endings. She cried his name as a climax crashed over her, her hands digging into his scalp as the tides grew stronger and stronger. He continued doing what he was doing, all the while taking her back on the journey of another earth shattering orgasm. She gripped his hair as another one—even more intense than the first gripped her.
"Ooohhhhh my God!" she screamed, as she bucked into his mouth. He continued on, drawing out the sensations.
"Now…we're at the finale sweetheart." he said gasping; now removing his clothes. "Are you ready?"
"More than ready!" she said as she got on her hands and knees.
"Ohhh that's a sight for sore eyes!" he replied as he climbed into bed with her. He caressed her hip, her cheeks and positioned himself behind her. He probed her entrance then groaned out as soon as he sank into her depths. Colin cursed vividly, his first few thrusts tentative—seeing what she would like. She purred like a delighted cat when he began a slow easy rhythm, a rhythm that would slowly increase their pleasure.
"Not that I don't like the slow and easy route but…by now I would love to be pounded." she moaned, her head resting on her crossed arms.
"Ok…have it your way!" he gritted out then began pounding her like he had wanted to since he first saw her enter the inn. Peyton made the most enticing sounds he ever heard, it inspired him to do more so he could hear her moan or purr like that again. But that didn't last long, now he was too far gone to care what she sounded like. As soon as he felt her walls flutter and grip his erection he released his seed in that moment of triumph. He growled out her name, his body quaking from the most amazing climax he ever had with anyone. She kissed his lips in gratitude, a very wet, sensual kiss that would have inspired him to take her again if they hadn't just had the most amazing sex of his life.
"Any regrets sweetheart?" he asked her awhile later, lying side by side, his hands threaded with her own.
She looked him in the eye and replied honestly, "None whatsoever. And you?"
He kissed her hand, then replied just as honestly, "Nope—no regrets at all…so have you decided what you're going to do? About your life I mean…"
"Yes…I have. If anything…this experience in itself has opened my eyes more." Tonight had been amazing and she was more than ready to starting her life over. With whom she had no clue, but it certainly wasn't with Julian. She was so done with all the drama he represented. Done with the lies, the self-doubt—she was just done. She turned fully on her side and faced him, a small smile on her face.
"I hope it has. You're an incredible person Peyton. You deserve way more than you received from that asshole. I don't really know him but I hate him for what he did to you and your friend. Just remember—you're a very beautiful woman and a really great person. Never forget that." He then kissed her mouth softly then replied, "And I hope to see you again."
"I would love to see you again Colin…" she then kissed him passionately, "But for now…let's not waste the rest of tonight talking…" she purred, her hand over his beating heart.
Colin smiled then replied, "I agree…let's not." He then gave her a fiery kiss that made her all hot and bothered. "You are so very sexy…"
"Mmmm, so are you…" she moaned, her head falling back against the pillow when his lips closed over her nipple. "Oh my God! I love when you do that!"
"I love doing it…" he groaned; licking the hard nub then suckled it hard until she was literally squirming. "Oh Peyton, you taste so great…" she moaned when his fingers caressed her thighs, going up and up and up until she was quivering so much that her moan turned into squeals of delight. A particular high pitched sound rose from her lips when he began swirling his tongue on her clit, then traced his tongue over her outer lips then the inner, thrusting his tongue inside her cavern easily. She gripped his hair and pressed him closer as more sounds she never uttered before escaped her mouth. Colin groaned as more cream rushed out of her core and into his awaiting mouth, the flavor of her was earthy and utterly sweet like ambrosia. Peyton began quivering violently as the most amazing orgasm crashed over her.
"I can't help myself…you taste so exquisite…" he said as he licked his lips.
"Oh I'm so glad you love what you do!" she panted with a blissful smile; she then pushed him on his back and climbed on top of his body. "Now darling…it's your turn…"
Peyton then kissed her way down his solid muscular body, licking, caressing, and nibbling every inch of him until she came to his massive erection, just pulsing with arousal. She licked him teasingly at first, her eyes closing in true bliss. Peyton then nibbled one side of his cock, and then the other side, licking and kissing in between nibbles. She moaned longingly, unable to deny herself anymore. He groaned harshly when she slowly lowered her mouth on him, his eyes rolling back in his head. It was like she was torturing and pleasuring him at the same time. She flicked her tongue over the slit on his cockhead, and then took him inside her mouth again only this time faster and much more eager. She suckled him hard and fast, her lips taut over his length, sucking him for all he was worth.
"OhmyGod…ohmyGod…" he kept repeating that saying, unsure whither to stop her or let her keep going until he finally exploded. Colin growled, thrusting in time with her wondrous mouth, panting and sweating bullets as he fought off climax—which was pretty freaking hard—while her head bobbed up and down, taking him deeper and deeper. "Holy-mother-of—"
She gave him one final suck then she kissed her way up his body until she reached his lips, "You taste…what's the word…oh right…exquisite…"
"C'mere!" he growled, too crazy to relish anything or take things slowly. He spread her thighs apart then thrust inside her in one smooth yet rough solid thrust. She screamed, her eyes shut tight as he moved with such ferocity that her teeth clattered. But in spite of the roughness she loved it, every single minute of it. Peyton moved along with him, trying to keep up with him. Colin groaned savagely as he continued to ravish her totally. Their moans and groans escalated as their bodies sought their peak until finally they both let out a loud yell as their bodies reached a peak neither knew existed.
"Oh my God…" she whispered her throat a little sore from their activities. "You're amazing…"
He kissed her forehead then replied tiredly, "Ditto…"
And that was how they passed the night, making love fiercely, burning away all the hurt and confusion in her heart. A few times they took breaks but then they went back at it—like they could not get enough of each other. Once they made-love one final time, Peyton collapsed, falling into a deep sleep and Colin wasn't far behind.