A/N: Hello all... as promised, here is the next chapter with some Brathan lovin'!
Luv2Live- Thanks.. I love the song too.
NaeNae1495- Yeah Peyton is definitely emotionally attached to Julian. She's basically having an emotional affair while Nathan is having a physical one.
boothimyours- Theres defintely alot of them giving in to their Brathan giving into their attraction in the coming chapters.
sobreyra274- Thank you so much... soon enough for ya?
Callison- I'm glad you enoy the love scenes. this is the first time I've ever written anything mature so I'm glad they came through well.
BrathanXOXO- Thanks so much... I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter so much and that you're enjoying Jaley too. I actually really like writing Jake and Haley. No Jaley for this chapter but they'll defitely be seen more in coming chapters.
miralinda- Thanks for the feedback... there will be alot coming up with Dan/Deb/Brooke and this company.
maracasgirl - Yeah, with Dan you just never know, LOL! I love him though. And of course the affair will come to light eventually, but not for a little bit.
Hope you all have an AWESOME New Year's... stay safe!
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Un-Thinkable (I'm Ready)
I was wondering maybe,
Could I make you my baby?
If we do the unthinkable, would it make us look crazy;
or would it be so beautiful, either way I'm sayin',
if you ask me I'm ready…
Brooke slid the card into the door, opening it once the green light flashed and slipping inside quietly. She smiled the moment she saw him; he was looking out the window at the skyline.
"Hey," she said as she leaned against the closed door.
"Hey," he turned back to look at her, making his way to the table in the corner. "Do you… do you want champagne?"
"Maybe in a little bit," she smiled awkwardly. "I hadn't been up yet," her anxious eyes darted around the room. "This room is really nice," she said before they fell into an uncomfortable silence, neither knowing what to say.
Nathan blew out a breath as he put the champagne bottled he'd kept holding down. "This shouldn't be this awkward," he shook his head. "We shouldn't be this nervous."
"You're nervous too," she let out a sigh of relief. "I'm glad it's not just me. I've got this fluttering in my stomach, and not the usual butterflies I get around you but like big moths or something."
He laughed at her rambling. "I think it's caused we've never planned this before," he said as he moved closer to her. "It's always just happened so we could sort-of deny what was happening between us but now, this," he motioned with his arm around the room, "it makes it real."
"That we're having an affair," she bit her lip worriedly as she stared down at some nonexistent spot on the floor.
"We don't have to," Nathan said as he took in her mannerisms. "We can stop this before it goes any further."
"Is that what you want?" her hazel green orbs rose up to meet his blue slowly; afraid of the answer she might see there.
"Hell no," he replied firmly, watching the dimpled smile spread across her face. "I just don't want to force you into anything."
"You're not," she shook her head. "I want this," her eyes looked into his resolutely. "I want you."
"Come here," he said huskily as he moved towards her, happy that she was meeting him halfway. "I want you," he reached up to stroke her hair as his eyes glanced down to her lips. "I want you so bad Davis I can hardly breathe."
"Maybe you need CPR," she said haughtily before she leaned up on her tiptoes to meet his lips in a fierce and demanding kiss.
Their lips glided together ardently as he turned her around, backing her towards the bed as his hands glided up over her hips before slipping underneath her shirt. Her skin tingled as his cool fingertips slid across her skin before grabbing the bottom of her shirt and tugged it upwards; their mouths leaving each other's briefly as he quickly pulled the garment over her head only to connect again. Her hands ran under his shirt as they kissed one another hungrily, feeling the smooth but hard planes of his washboard stomach up to the wide expanse of his chest as she felt the back of her knees hit the bed.
Brooke eased herself back on the matress, her eyes staring up at him as he quickly discarded his own shirt and tossed it to the floor. Her hazel eyes drank him in, thinking he looked like a true Adonis: gorgeous, strong, sexy, and the epitome of masculine as her eyes raked lower to the bulging strain in his jeans, feeling the all familiar rush of heat between her legs.
"What?" he asked in a husky tone at the look in her eyes, the need in his voice apparent.
"You are just so sexy," she returned in the same tone.
His eyes raked over her heatedly. "So are you," he said before he climbed on top of her, her legs spreading to accommodate him as he leaned down to kiss her again.
She gasped as he pressed his restrained manhood against her core, her skirt bunching further up as she rolled her hips in immediate response while he sucked her lower lip in his mouth before slipping his tongue inside the warm cavern of hers. Their tongues battled for dominance before she finally relented, letting him take complete control. He kissed her like a dehydrated man in a desert who'd found a clear water reservoir and she felt a heat spread through her entire body like liquid fire until they parted breathlessly.
"Wow," Brooke breathed out, her chest heaving, thinking never in her life had she remembered being kissed like that.
Nathan's only response was the deep chuckle he let out against her neck as he kissed down to the swell of her left breast before lifting his head to look up at her, feeling a sense of masculine pride swell within him at her swollen lips and the desire in her eyes. Reaching behind her, Brooke sat up as she unhooked her bra before slipping the black lacy garment down her arms and tossing it aside, freeing her heavy globes of flesh. Nathan's eyes darkened as he gazed down at their fullness; accentuated by the rosy brown areolas and the hardened eraser sized nipples, feeling his manhood twitch in response. Before he knew it he was palming them, Brooke letting out a satisfied moan at the contact as her hips strained upwards of their own accord; the coil of need nestled within her seeming to grow tenfold.
The pads of his thumbs swiped across her taunt peaks before he captured them between his thumbs and index fingers, twisting and tugging them gently. She let out a string of breathless moans, her chest heaving as she felt herself drawing closer to her sexual peak as Nathan once again found himself filling with male pride at being able to do this to her with just the tips of a few fingers. Removing his right hand, he replaced it with his mouth, his tongue flicking over the nipple several times before sucking on it greedily.
"Nathan," she braced his head against her as he continued to feast on her breast, feeling a jolt of desire shooting a trial from her nipple to her aching core.
Brooke let out a bawdy moan as he switched breasts, lavishing the left one with the same attention before he began to kiss down her stomach, nipping lightly at her belly button and twirling his tongue around it, before finally removing his mouth from her heated skin. Her eyes were heavy with lust as she watched him rest on his knees between her slightly parted legs. His eyes meeting hers in an intense look before he slowly slid the zipper on the side of her skirt down.
"I need to see all of you," he spoke in a rough whisper and with a nod she lifted her hips so he could slide the skirt and her damp panties off. "Let me see all of you Brooke."
She couldn't help but bit at the corner of her lip as her cheeks reddened before acquiescing to his command and spreading her legs so his eyes could feast on the intimate treasure between them. His slightly calloused fingertips glided over her knees before stroking slowly down her inner thighs before he spread her legs even further. Nathan groaned as he felt his length twitch against the confines of his jeans, the erection becoming almost painful as his eyes drank her in; his hands venturing even further so his thumbs could pull apart the sensitive lips.
Brooke hissed at the contact, the heaviness between her legs growing to be almost unbearable. Her heart thumped in her chest wildly as his eyes seemed to grow a much darker shade of blue and she felt herself growing wetter and throbbing just from his heated perusal.
"You are so damn beautiful," his voice was husky and held a dark edge as he gazed down at her glistening sex, "and so wet for me." His eyes finally left the treasure between her legs to meet her orbs, an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness surging through him. "Only for me?"
Brooke nodded. "Only for you Nathan," she promised easily, knowing she'd never felt this way sexually for any other man.
Something indescribable flashed in his eyes before he positioned himself eye level with her slickened flesh. Nathan hovered over her, his hot breath teasing her and causing goose bumps to rise all over her skin.
"Nathan," she tilted her hips up in offering. "Please stop teasing me," her voice was a mixture of desperation and sensuality.
Unable to stave off the anticipation himself he finally lowered his mouth to her, kissing her moist folds intimately before allowing his tongue to delve inside, causing her to arch off the bed.
"Uh…Nate," she moaned in response as her hips bucked against him while he continued to make love to her with his mouth.
"You taste amazing," he murmured against her nether lips before his tongue went back to work, thrusting into her moist tunnel several times before moving his mouth upwards to massage her aching bundle of nerves.
Brooke let out a string of breathy moans as she rotated her hips, edging closer and closer to her sweet release as Nathan continued his ministrations. She felt like she was soaring upwards, an airy feeling taking over her whole body as her fist tightened in his hair and she finally felt herself shooting into the stratosphere, screaming his name as bliss washed over her.
She barely registered him removing the rest of his clothing as she came down from her personal delirium before her eyes opened with heavy lids, taking in the gorgeous specimen standing beside the bed before he settled himself on top of her and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"You're amazing," her raspy voice was filled with awe as she looked up at him.
"So are you," he replied before he hooked her left leg around his hip, finally sheathing himself inside her tight, wet tunnel.
He groaned at the feeling of his length encased in her wetness, her body fitting snugly around him as if they were made for each other. Lowering his head, he brought his lips to hers in a heated kiss as he pumped in and out of her rhythmically. She mewled against his lips before tightening her legs around his waist, and forcefully rolling them over so she was on top.
"Whoa tiger," he laughed as their lips parted.
"Now it's your turn to lay back and relax," she said with a wicked gleam in her eyes as she braced her hands against his strong chest, adeptly sliding up and down the swell of his masculinity.
Brooke rocked against him, her tempo increasing as he gripped her hips tightly, lifting his own hips to fill her. She lowered her head towards him, her dark tresses falling around them like a curtain as their lips met in another round of ardent kisses. When they finally parted she gazed down into his ocean blue orbs lovingly, feeling like she could see into his very soul and feeling an indescribable wave of emotion wash over her. It was if time had stilled and speed up all at once, erasing everything else in the world except for the two of them, now, in this moment. She cupped his face gently as he stared back at her in a reverence she'd never seen in anyone else's eyes, rocking against him determinedly as his thrusts became more vigorous, both of them driving towards their common upsurge of pleasure.
Tipping her head back, the soft ends of her hair tickled at his thighs as their pace increased, a sheen of sweat only increasing the delicious fiction they were experiencing. Feeling her getting closer, Nathan reached around to find her swollen bud, the pressure finally sending her skyrocketing in a vortex of heightening pleasure. Sitting up his mouth sought hers in a heated kiss as her internal muscles spasmed around his engorged member, Brooke whimpering short passionate moans of delight against his mouth, as they exploded in a dizzying torrent of pleasure; mind and body reaching an indescribable euphoria.
Lucas sat at his desk, looking over their most current sales figures. He tried to concentrate on work but he couldn't stop thinking about Keith basically just waiting to die and the tension between him and Brooke. It had been so long since things felt normal, since his life hadn't been plagued with the pressure of running of a company, or the never-ending feuding with his father, or the distant chasm that was now between him and his ex-wife.
"Can I go?" Nikki said as she stepped inside his office, seeing him staring out into space. "You looked like you were somewhere else."
"You wouldn't want to," he let out a bitter laugh. "What are you doing here Nikki?"
"I thought it was past time for a visit and by the look on your face I can see I was right," she smiled as she hopped up on the edge of his desk. "What's going on Luke?"
Lucas shook his head wearily. "It's too much to even get into right now."
"I have time," she leaned back and crossed her legs. "I'm off today." She studied him for a moment. "This doesn't have to do with Brooke and Dan does it?" she lifted an eyebrow.
"I guess bad news travels fast," he laughed. "It's not the main thing on my mind but it certainly hasn't helped."
"I heard she came to you first," Nicki shrugged.
"I wasn't in the position to make that happen," he rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. "We've barely recovered from what Dan did to us last time, I couldn't jeopardize the future of this company with…" he trailed off, not wanting to say anymore to the competition.
"With what?" she asked. "Lucas?" she questioned before letting out a breath. "You can trust me."
"You're the competition," he countered.
"Well that was your choice," the brunette retorted. "I specifically remember coming to you first but you basically acted like it was unthinkable for you to hire me."
Lucas stared at her for a long beat. "What if I changed my mind?"
She sat up in interest. "What do you mean?"
"What if I'm ready to do the unthinkable?" he asked. "Losing you, that would be a pretty big blow to Phoenix, wouldn't it?"
"So what," she asked with a shrug, "this is your way of getting Dan back for picking up Brooke's project?" She shook her head. "I don't know Lucas."
"You and I both know you'd rather work for me anyways and you'd get more credit here than you would there," Lucas replied. "Besides, you love to push people's buttons and this will do just that." He sat back in his chair. "So, what do you say?"
"I say you're more like Dan than you realize," she laughed.
"I'm going to ignore that." He squinted at her inquisitively. "So, Nicki Smythe, do we have a deal?" Lucas held his hand out to her.
"I'm sure I'm going to regret this but yeah," she placed her hand in his, "we have a deal."
Peyton walked up the path to her home, carrying only the small overnight bag she'd left with. She was excited about the band they'd just signed as well as the new songstress they were in talks with. For the first time in a long while she felt like her life was back on track, at least professionally and she planned on doing the same for her married life as well. She just needed to work through a few things and she was sure she and Nathan would come through this stronger than ever.
"Peyton," Julian called out to her as he saw her walking along the grass. "Hey, what are doing back so soon?"
"Julian," she smiled widely as he made his way towards her, embracing her in a hug. "Hey," she snuggled against him for a moment before pulling back. "Faith and I got to see the girl I was telling you about perform early so I took the first flight back home." She paused. "Besides Felix showed up, I didn't want to be a third wheel."
He nodded, offering her a crocked grin in exchange for her smile. "Well I'm glad to see you back. You look great."
"I feel great," she nodded. "I don't know what it is; I just woke up this morning feeling lighter. I still miss Lizzie but I want to honor her with living, not with being the waking dead. I know it'll be hard but I have to get through this, for Jamie, and Nathan."
"And for everyone that cares about you," he said as he took her hand, his brown orbs looking softly into her green ones. "And you know, I'm still here for you, for whatever you need."
"You have your own life," she shook her head gently. "You may be too busy with Lindsay to worry about me."
"I will never be too busy with anyone and anything when you need me," he squeezed her hand reassuringly. "You should know that." He breathed out. "You should know something else too or maybe you shouldn't but…" he trailed off.
"But what?" she looked at him imploringly.
"This thing with Lindsay," he paused briefly, "it's not set in stone yet."
"What does that mean?" Peyton asked.
"It means we're trying to see if it will work but we're taking things slow," he explained.
"Slow," she repeated the word. "You staying here every night since New Year's is slow?"
"I haven't been staying here every night," he defended. "And besides it's not what you think."
She rolled her eyes. "I'm sure."
"It's not, we haven't taken that step yet," he replied before letting out a breath. "You know what you sound like right now, don't you?" He watched her roll her eyes once again. "You sound jealous."
"I have no reason to be jealous of Lindsay," she spat.
"No," he said as his eyes met hers intensely. "You don't."
"Julian," she sighed deeply. "Don't do this."
"I'm just letting you know what's going on," he replied before lifting his hand to cup her cheek.
She closed her eyes briefly as she leaned into his touch before her eyes met his in another stare. "Julian..."
"You know where I stand and what I want," he said softly. "I know I haven't said it but I think that night in New York made it pretty clear." He sighed. "But if all you want is friendship, that's what I'll give you but if you want more, all you have to do is say the word."
"I can't leave Nathan," she said resolutely. "I love him; I've always loved him."
"I know," he nodded before finally letting his hand drop and stepping back from her. "I just want you to know, you have options."
"You know how much I need you in my life," Peyton clutched his hand to her chest. "I just…"
"It's okay," he replied. "I'll still be here; I just won't wait forever."
She nodded sadly.
"I should go," Julian replied. "I need to get into the office."
"Okay," she replied. "I'll call you tomorrow?" her voice wavered as she asked the question.
"You can call me anytime Peyton," he offered her one last grin before turning to walk away.
Brooke lay with her head on Nathan's chest, her index finger drawing patterns over the smooth expanse as her mind was reeling at all the emotions swirling within her. She wanted to feel guilty, she knew she should, but she couldn't. No man had ever made her feel the way he had; no man had ever set her whole body on fire with just a kiss or sent her fluttering with sexual need from a mere look. She didn't know what would happen or where it would lead but she was ready for whatever came as long as it meant being with him.
"I can hear you thinking," Nathan said as he stroked a hand through her dark tresses.
"You can hear me thinking?" she let out a small laugh as she lifted her head up to look at him.
"Yes," he answered as he opened his eyes to gaze down at her face. "So, out with it Davis."
"I was just thinking about us," she explained. "This," she motioned between the two of them, "our situation." She watched his eyes fill with remorse. "You feel guilty," it was a statement.
"Not about what's happened between us," he said honestly, staying quiet for a moment as he reached for her hand, intrwinging their fingers together. "I put you through a lot after the accident. I took my anger out on you when I needed a punching bag and this, I just don't want to do anything to cause you pain again."
"Hey," she reached over to cup his face with her other hand. "If you're worried I can't handle this, I can. I promise." She offered him a dimpled smile. "We're both adults here and I know what I'm doing."
"I'm glad you do because I'm completely out of my element here," he replied with a sigh, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand gently. "The truth is, I'm worried about me too."
"Well don't be," her orbs met his in a penetrating gaze. "We just won't let the outside world in on this, on us." She paused. "We'll just live in the moment."
"Live in the moment huh?" he repeated. "And how do you suggest we do that?" his eyes never leaving hers as he let go of her hand and reached over to stroke her inner thigh gently, watching a pink tint creep over her cheeks.
"We just do," she answered as her whole body warmed from his touch, "because when we're together its like all sense of time and place just goes away and it's only us."
"I like the sound of that," he said as he stroked higher, watching the tint on her cheeks deepen in color. "You do that a lot now."
"Do what?" she quirked an eyebrow at him as she tried to control her breathing.
"Blush," he replied as his hand moved further up to graze over her intimately, smirking as he heard her breath hitch in her throat. "Brooke Davis shy; who knew?"
"Shut up," she smacked his chest playfully.
"Oh we're hitting now," he pulled her closer to him as he smacked her butt.
"Ow," her eyes widened as she laughed. "Did you just spank me?" Brooke hit his chest again before shoving away from him as she felt his palm connect with her bare bottom once again. "You're a freak."
He laughed, his hand still resting on her butt. "What can I say; you bring it out in me." His signature sexy smirk took over his features before his lips captured hers again, his tongue probing gently into her mouth.
"Mmm," she moaned into the kiss as his hand slid further down, his finger probing into her wetness. "Nate," she moaned as she pulled back from the kiss. "Mmm, you're insatiable."
"I love it when you use big words," he laughed again before he tilted towards her to recapture her lips, their mouths just millimeters away as his cell phone began to vibrate on the end table next to them. He groaned in disappointment, "I have to get it; it could be about Jamie."
The brunette nodded understandingly as he picked up the phone with his right hand, sliding the left from between her legs. "Hello?" he answered without checking the caller ID.
"Hey Nate," Peyton's cheery voice carried through the phone.
"Peyton," he jerked up, eyes wide as Brooke suddenly rolled off of him and to the other side of the bed. "Hey…"
"I called the office but they said you must've taken off early," she explained. "I thought you'd be home but when I got here the house was empty."
"You're at home now?" he asked.
"Yeah, we got to hear the other artist earlier than expected so I came home," she nodded even though she knew he couldn't see her. "I saw Deb and picked up Jamie from the main house and we're starving; where are you at?"
"I um-I actually went to get something to eat but I'll pick something up and bring it home," he was relieved as well as ashamed on how easy the lie came to him. "I'm on my way now."
"Okay," you could hear the smile in her voice. "I missed you Nate; I love you."
"Yeah," he glanced over to the brunette beside him before focusing on the phone call once again. "Me too," he said before hanging up.
"Peyton's back," Brooke tried to not let the hurt in her eyes show.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I have to go." He stared at her for a moment.
"Its fine Nate," she forced her dimpled smile but he noticed it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Go… have dinner with your family."
He stood up quickly, grabbing his discarded clothing around the room before slipping into the bathroom. He emerged not even five minutes later smelling of cologne. "I'll call you later," he bent over to give her a quick kiss on the lips before exiting the hotel room.
Brooke sat solemnly for a few minutes, staring at the door, before reaching for the phone. "Hello room service, this is room 532. I'd like to cancel the champagne and order…"