I walked back up the driveway slowly, almost as if to let the past fifteen minutes sink in.

I definitely felt better than before. I felt more reassured; I guess all I needed was to hear her voice. Wow, I must sound like some fucked up lesbian right now.

Things we're okay with Cat. Cat was okay. We're okay.

But was I okay?

Yeah, I was.

I smiled to myself as I opened the RV door and stepped in. Beck was sitting on his bed, flipping through his phone, probably on the theSlap. He looked up and smiled when I walked in and sat next to him.

He put his arm around my shoulder and guided my head to his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head. He didn't say anything, which was defiantly odd. Usually he'd be asking a million questions, wanting what I said, what she said, and how I felt about it. Which was annoying as hell, but saved me mega cash on a therapist.

But it wasn't like him not to say anything, which means he must be thinking about something important. Great, more drama for me to deal with today.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked quietly after a few minutes, repeating his words from earlier.

"Who's Eric?" was his only response.

"What?" I felt my eyebrows knit together and I pulled away from him to look into his eyes.

"When you were talking to Cat, you said you dated Eric when you were in New York for 13. Who is he?"

"Oh my god, were you listening the entire time?" I asked in disbelief, whether Cat's tears drowned out the sound of their footsteps or I am just blatantly unobservant, I don't know how we didn't' see them.

"Yes, now who's Eric?" he pushed, why was he asking me that? Unless he was jealous… No this is Beck we're talking about, I'm pretty sure the emotion jealousy isn't programmed in his head.

"Beck, I can't believe that! Why would you listen in on that? Do you have any idea how much Cat would have freaked out if she saw you?" I shuddered at the thought, that would have been the complete polar opposite of helpful.

"I'm sorry; we shouldn't have been standing there." He sighed, telling me he only said that to shut me up. Hmmm, he uses that tone a lot… "Now are you going to tell me who Eric is or do I have to ask Cat?"

Oh shit. I mean I really don't want to talk about my ex-boyfriend with my current boyfriend, because hello I've lived through enough awkward to last a lifetime, but if he asked Cat…

Let's just say she wouldn't anything out.

Things that I will have to hear about for the rest of my life.

"He played Brett in 13." I shrugged. "There's like nothing to tell. We dated while the show was on Broadway, but when it closed the whole long distance thing didn't work so we broke it off."

"You broke it off because it was hard to be apart, not because you didn't like him anymore?" he asked, where the hell is he going with this and why the hell does he care?

"Well I still text him and call him, but I mean he's like my brother." I gave him a confused look but his face stayed hard, what the fuck?

"So you're still close with him?"

"Little bit, yeah. I don't talk to him every five minutes but I do talk to him." Now this was getting annoying. "Why?"

"Just curious." He shook his head and put his acting face on. The same one he uses when he doesn't want me to know what he's thinking.

"Well there's obviously a reason." I raised my eyebrows, if he doesn't get to the point in two seconds; I am getting up and walking out.

"You've never mentioned him before." He shrugged, his eyes clouded by what he was hiding. Whatever it was, it wasn't pretty.

"Because there was nothing to tell."

"There was obviously something to tell if you told Cat how miserable you were to be away from him." His voice was cold. Empty. Monotone. Very un-beck like.

"Of course I was miserable, I was thirteen." I looked at him like he was crazy, because honestly he was at this point. "Whenever you break up with someone at thirteen it's like our whole tiny, narrow-minded world fell apart."

"Are you still miserable?" he asked quietly, not making eye contact. Does he seriously think that?

"What? Beck, no I'm not. I mean yeah, I miss him. But we're better off friends." I tried to make him look at me.

"Are you sure?" his voice was harsh and sharp. "Because when you talked to Cat, you seem pretty crushed about losing him." His eyes narrowed slightly into a small glare.

"Beck I don't know what the hell you're talking about. It was like four years ago." I'm like so not in the mood for this right now. "I mean I don't even know where you're coming from with this bullshit. It's not like-"

Oh my god.

I was right.

My jaw dropped.

He was jealous.

I'm pretty sure hell just froze over.

"What?" he asked annoyed, I couldn't form words. My mouth was just hanging open in shock."Jade, what the hell?"

"I can't believe this." I shook my head slowly, trying to let it sink in. A huge grin spread across my pale face.

"Can't believe what?"

"You're jealous."

"I am not." He retorted, shooting me an extremely annoyed look slash glare.

Well that definitely just confirmed it.

"Yes, you are." My grin got bigger. He shot me only a glare in response. I turned so I faced straight, my shoulder touching his. "Beck Oliver is jealous." I laughed at the thought.

This is officially the greatest day of my life.

"Shut up, Jade. I am not." His voice was angry and a tone I'd never heard him use before.

Until now.

Because it was jealousy.

And he was jealous.

He was jealous.

"Stop denying it Beck, you know you are." I smirked at him tauntingly. "God, is this how you feel all the time?" it felt great, knowing he was jealous. Like I was high, or in the middle of an orgasm.

So obviously, it was a good feeling.

But most of all, I felt loved. Cared about. Needed.

Something I never feel.

But now I do.

Because my boyfriend was jealous.

"Jade, knock it off." His glare turned more intense, his eyes boring into mine, but it just made my smirk bigger, seeing him so pissed off about my ex-boyfriend.

"Beck calm down, I still love you." I said in my most mocking tone. "Plus you're hair is awesome." I put my smirk back on and spoke a little lower. "Eric's might be a little better…"

I turned just in time to see Beck's eyes fill with rage and possession before he jumped forward, pinning me under him on the bed, his lips hungrily attacking mine. I kissed him back with just as much passion, smirking into the kiss.

It's a huge mess of teeth and lips and tongues and love and jealousy and for once it's not mine. I vote this best kinky make out session ever.

His lips traveled down to my neck, biting into the soft flesh. He sucked on the skin furiously, his fingers squeezing my hips. I shivered as his tongue licked a hot trail across my neck to my ear. He nibbled on my ear before taking the lobe into his mouth and sucked on it hard.

I bit my lip to hold back a moan. He pulls back long enough to practically rip my shirt off and tear my bra in half and in a matter of seconds his mouth is latched onto my nipple. His lips and hands rotate, switching breasts. He sucks on onehard, while massaging and rubbing the other one until I'm convinced my nipple couldn't get any harder.

I feel heat in my panties and damn this is the biggest turn on in the history of the goddamn world. Once my breasts are both purple, blotchy, and well abused he licks his way down to my hips where he proceeds to nibble on my hip bone while shoving my shorts down my trembling legs. He shreds my panties and I can't help but moan when he shoves one finger inside me.

He reattached his lips to my neck, adding what would be another hickey. I hissed as he bit down, his tongue sucking the sting away. I can't help it, a moan escapes my lips, as he plunges another finger into me.

His lips are on mine and his fingers are pumping and oh my god I can't think straight. I completely give up and practically scream when a third finger enters me. Jesus Christ I'm close. So damn close. And if I don't cum in about two seconds, something's gonna burst.

Just as I'm about to ride out possibly the most amazing orgasm of my life, he pulls his fingers out. Are you fucking kidding me? I open my mouth to object, nut his tongue slide in before I can comment. His tongue explores my mouth, his hands gripping my ass. And dammit I need to cum now.

His lips leave mine and right as I'm about to grab him back I feel his teeth grazing my clit.

Holy.

Mother.

Fuck.

I'm close, damn, I'm close. I start trembling as his tongue enters me, swirling in tiny circles and oh my god I can't see anything and the room is spinning. My head swarms and tries to get a grip on reality as his tongue pumps faster and faster and goddammit this is too much and I'm coming and holy fuck I can't think.

I collapse back onto the bed and nearly cum again at the sight of Beck licking me clean. I give one final moan and continue panting. My hair is sprawled out on the bed and my hands are gripping the sheets next to me.

Beck moves up next to me and pulls me into his arms and shit why can't I control my fucking breathing? His lips are grazing the skin beneath my ear and I can finally feel my hear return to a normal pace.

"You're mine." He growls softly, nibbling my earlobe.

"You're so jealous." I smirked.

He kisses me into silence.

A/N: Alright well I apologize because I have no idea how to write smut but I wanted a jealous Beck and this is rated M for a reason… so yeah, I'm sorry.

There's only going to be about two chapters left so if there's anything you want to see, make sure to review and tell me so I can add it in to the end!

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-LoveLikeYou'reNotBroken