Author's Note: Here's the second update of this story for the day. Please make sure you read the above chapter(Chapter Three) before reading this.

Also, please be warned this chapter is not for the faint of heart. Sexual content is big in this one, much more than previous. But this is so only the tip of the iceburg. We're going to get a lot more sexual and I mean A LOT. Hehe.

I had a lot of fun with this chapter and Haley does something in here that I don't see in a lot of fics, but there is NOTHING wrong with it. Hehe. I think embracing your sexuality is a very very good thing, whether you're with a partner or flying solo. Haha.

Thank you so much, Ha for beta-ing. She did 3 chaps for me today guys and I can't thank her enough.

Some might not be happy with this ships I chose in this chapter, but I have an affection for a certain AU ship and you'll know this if you've read Timeless. Ok, now go read and leave thoughts because I'm really excited for your reaction.

Chapter Four "Everything Changes"

"Hot damn," Brooke whistled as Haley walked into the room in all of her gala glory. "You look good enough to fuck. Unfortunately for you, I'm not in a lesbian mood today."

Laughing, Haley went to a large wall in the room she, Peyton, and Brooke had decided to dress in at the estate, which was made up entirely of floor to ceiling mirrors. She had to agree with Brooke.

The sky blue beaded halter style gown was stunning and the neckline plummeted to right above her naval and thanks to wonders of the double-sided tape, her breasts were secure, not to mention looking phenomenal.

The back, well let's just say her entire back was exposed and a high slit in the front, hid the fact there was a small train that flowed behind her.

It was utterly sexy yet a work of art at the same time. It may have been a bit over the top, but Brooke had helped design it after all. She'd opted to wear her hair up in loose curls, diamond and blue topaz chandelier earrings hanging from her ears, with a matching bracelet and ring adorned on her left hand.

She'd chosen near five inch Christian Louboutin silver strappy heels. But her favorite part was her mask, sky blue with white feathers and swarovski crystals. It hid her identity to perfection, something she was really going for with this party.

For once, she wouldn't be subjected to endless inane conversations to keep up appearances and she could have a little fun while she was at it.

She turned to her friends, mask over face, the blue satin ribbons on the sides disappearing into her curls and held in place with pins. "Think I can pull it off, my fellow stunners?"

Peyton, in her skin tight black strapless satin and Brooke in her off the shoulder beaded blood red number with their masks in place, both matched her grin. "I think we're all good for some non-strings action tonight." Brooke tossed back as they went to stand beside Haley and critique their own reflections.

They were all looking for some guiltless fun, but little did they know tonight would send them all on a course that was anything but.

…

"Where are the girls?" Lucas asked coming up to Jake, both with champagne in hand.

Jake looked around and then chuckled, "Don't know why I did that, since everyone is wearing masks."

Lucas moved his mask back to his face to avoid a hoard of females making their way, two of which had taken their masks down and he'd recognized them as past screws. He didn't need that headache before he was even drunk.

"You and Hales did great," Lucas finally said once the coast was clear.

"And Brooke," Jake added with a grin. He, Haley and Brooke had spent the last two weeks tirelessly transforming the castle-esque estate into something from The Tudors. Rich draperies in purples, greens, and golds hung everywhere; elaborate floral and candelabras arrangements caught your eye at every turn, from the ceilings to the stairs. It was like stepping back in time, only with updated fashion.

Brooke had surprised him the most, while at first she simply ordered workers around, soon she was on her hands and knees making everything perfect. For all her bravado, she truly had a heart that knew no bounds.

"Dude, where's your mask?" Lucas laughed as Nathan approached them, some rail thin red head on his arm.

"I'm not wearing that shit."

Jake shook his head and reached behind him on a table, "Here." He handed him a black and silver mask, "Haley and Brooke would castrate you if you aren't in on the theme."

Groaning, Nathan slipped it over his head, a black satin ribbon blending in with his hair and keeping it in place. Definitely more upscale than an elastic band, then he noticed Luke's, his band a wooden stick, allowing him to remove it at a whim. "How'd you get that?"

"Brooke. So are you going to introduce us?" He motioned to the red head and stifled a laugh when he brother rolled his eyes.

"Uh yeah, this is Heather…" He was at a loss for her last name.

"Canterbury." She finished for him, throwing him a disapproving look before shaking Luke's outstretched hand.

"Nice to meet you," Lucas lied smoothly. He could really give a shit.

Jake introduced himself as well and they all fell into a boring silence.

"Well, we're going to get a drink." Nathan announced leading his date away. 'Date', god he hated that word. He never brought dates to these things, but Haley always did and after she'd been avoiding him for the last couple weeks since the pool incident, he decided he needed something to distract him and maybe rile her up.

Brooke snuck up behind Jake and wrapped her arms around his waist, "Hey handsome, get me a drink?" She asked in a throaty voice.

He turned in her arms, not knowing who she was for a second, till her dimples gave it away, "Shouldn't have smiled, Davis."

"Ugh, you suck." She stomped her foot.

"And you're gorgeous," He bent down to brush his lips across her smooth cheek.

Her dimples deepened, "Ok, I love you again."

She spotted Luke beside him. "Lucas, where's my compliment? And keep your mask on."

"Very hot, Brooke and sorry," He did as instructed. "Where are Haley and Peyton?"

She glanced around, "No idea."

"Well, what are they wearing?"

"Now that would defeat the purpose of this party." She gave him a rueful smile.

…

He'd known it was Haley from the second he'd spotted her. Her curves were burned into his brain and right now, they were on display for everyone, in the gown she'd worn. Honestly, he wasn't sure if there was enough material to claim it was one.

She was surrounded by a group of guys, each throwing one charming line after the next at her and the mixture of jealousy and lust swirling within was making him sick.

But even seeing green, he couldn't take his eyes off her. She was breathtaking, stunning, gorgeous, and any other word along those lines. He knew all the other men were seeing how unbelievably sexy she was, but that didn't do her justice. She wasn't just hot or sexy, she was everything, and it killed him to admit that.

If only he could view her as a simple fuck, someone he could screw and throw away the next day. Though, he'd never thought of her that way and he was sure he never would.

Living with her had been a mistake, one he couldn't get out of and at the same time, he didn't think he even wanted to, no matter how tortuous it was.

In the past he could distance himself from her. If he got too close, he would escape her presence at least for awhile, but now there was no escape and with each passing day his feelings, his need, was becoming more difficult to ignore.

"Let's dance." He grabbed his date's hand and led her away from the show Haley and her harem were putting on. The one time she doesn't have a date and she's still flanked with pricks.

Haley was dancing with some random guy, not really interested in him, but interested in using the dance floor as a way to find Nathan. She knew it wouldn't be easy, there were tons of tall dark and handsome men around, but somehow she didn't doubt she'd know him when she saw him.

And then she did, dancing with some skinny ass whore, their bodies' way too close for her comfort. "I have to go," she threw out lamely to her partner and went to where she spotted Brooke earlier dancing with Jake.

"Brooke?"

Hearing her name, she turned, "Hey Baby doll, what's up?"

"Haley?" Jake's mouth dropped, taking in what she was wearing or not wearing for that matter.

"Close your mouth Jake, you're dancing with the fabulous me." Brooke threw back, moving his chin up to aid him.

Haley ignored them both, "Who's with Nathan?"

"Some wannabe model," Brooke bitched, not happy with the situation. "What was her name again, Jake?"

"Heather." He admitted weakly, holding onto Brooke tighter, afraid she was about to run off and do away with Haley's competition, which in itself was ridiculous, as if anyone competed with Haley when it came to Nathan.

But both girls never seemed to absorb that knowledge, insecurities reigning supreme when another girl moved in on their territory. Not that men were much better.

"Haley, this doesn't have to ruin your night. I'm all for a good ass kicking. Nathan has it coming anyway."

Haley held up her hand to stop her, "Oh it won't. In fact, it makes it even more interesting." She grinned, an idea forming.

Brooke nudged her with her hip, "Go get him, girl."

Jake watched Haley saunter off, determination in her steps. "Was that really a good idea, Brooke?"

"What? It's Nathan and Haley. It's time they upped the stakes."

"And Lucas?" Jake sighed, "I know you mean well, but do you realize how bad this could get?"

Softening, Brooke moved closer and laid her head on his chest, "I just want her happy."

Unconsciously, Jake ran a hand through the back of her dark locks. "Anyone ever tell you how incredible you are, Cheery?"

Leaning back to take him and his honest smile in, she blushed, for probably the first time in her life, "Not the way you just did."

…

"Sir?" A masked waiter poked Nathan on the shoulder mid-dance.

"Yeah?"

The waiter handed him a folded note with a crooked smile.

Ignoring his date, Nathan opened it, his eyebrow rising at the single word, 'Library', a key taped under it.

"Up the stairs, end of the hall, sir." The waiter added before leaving to attend to his normal duties.

"I'll be back," He tossed out to Heather, without sparing her a second glance.

Winding up the stone stairs, Nathan made his way past several couples and stragglers taking in the view from above.

Finding the designated door, he glanced around to make sure no one was looking before removing the key from the note and putting it in the lock.

Turning the knob, he entered the enormous library; books lined twenty feet high surrounding him and spectacular stained glass windows glimmering with moonlight.

That's where he found her, her virtually bare back to him, staring out into the night.

Taking off his mask, he tossed it on a nearby table next to her discarded one. He came up behind her and slid his hands across her bare back making his way beneath her dress to smooth across her stomach.

"Nice dress," He murmured in her ear, his rock hard erection pressing into her back.

"How come you always get hard the second you touch me?" She quipped, albeit softly, her desire already pooling in her belly.

He chuckled lowly, against her neck, "Touch, see, hear, think, doesn't really matter."

She fell back into him, her hand coming back around to grip his neck, "Does your date do that to you?"

He smirked, "Jealous?"

She spun around in his arms, forcing his hands to her back once again, where he immediately began to stroke her creamy taut skin.

Her hands ran down his chest until they reached the belt of his tuxedo and his eyes went wide as she enticingly undid it, biting her lower lip, and then moved to pop the button of his pants.

"Hales…" He tried, but he didn't have the strength to finish that sentence when the sound of his zipper being lowered echoed throughout the room.

With his last ounce of will power, he attempted to stop her hands from continuing, but she pushed him away.

"Tonight's about no names, no questions, and certainly no regrets." She smirked up at him and she lowered herself to her knees, bringing his pants and boxer briefs down with her.

Whatever control she thought she had was gone the second she saw him in all his glory. She'd felt him beneath her, even felt him with her hands through his clothes, hell he'd seen her naked more times than she could count, but she'd never seen him, never seen it.

Jesus, he was fucking perfect, long, thick, and straight as an arrow. Her mouth was salivated, but her fingers craved to touch him first and she did just that, running them along his velvet shaft, his moan spurring her on.

It was like touching silk or maybe satin. Why she was so enamored after feeling more dicks than she could count, she had no idea, but she was.

How something could feel this soft yet be so hard and powerful, she wasn't sure, but damn.

Her mouth couldn't hold back any longer and it took in his tip, her tongue swirling around him.

"God," Nathan grunted, jerking further into her mouth, his hands falling into her hair, knocking a few curls loose—neither of them cared or for that mattered noticed.

Her right hand circled the bottom of his shaft, giving her more leverage as she engulfed him fully, her teeth scrapping down him as she went.

Nathan had never in his life or history of blowjobs had felt this fucking incredible, especially when she hadn't even started the real show. It had taken every ounce of restraint not to give her a facial when she simply touched him.

Tired of teasing, she started to move her mouth up and down, her hand following her lips matching stroke for suck.

His hips moved in tune with her, involuntary thrusting as she brought him exquisite pleasure. "Damn, Haley…" He moaned, holding her head to him, fearing she'd somehow disappear and he'd literally die if she didn't finish.

She was moving fast and fierce, taking him all the way down to the hilt, her name falling like a mantra from his lips. She squeezed her thighs together, fighting to control her own need that was throbbing like a heartbeat, soaking her beyond belief.

Dear God, if she didn't get him to cum fast she was going to be forced to mount him and subsequently fuck his brains out till they were both so raw and dehydrated they couldn't walk.

He was close, so close, but he battled against it wanting to savor this moment for as long as humanly possible. He'd popped ecstasy, been to a hotel named Ecstasy, but never had the word rang true for him until now. Mother fucker, she could suck a cock.

Jolts of said ecstasy were shooting through his body and dick. A single coherent thought could no longer enter his brain.

She increased her suction and quickened her movements, her free hand grabbing hold of his balls, rolling them in her palm. He tightened in her throat, the tell tale sign and she swallowed him whole once more, sending him over the edge.

"FUCK!" He cried out—cumming—shooting hot warm blasts down her throat, his body shaking with rapture, all his senses heightened.

There was nothing like a good blow job, but what she had just done was more like a fucking out of body experience.

He was barely aware that she was standing until he saw her start to walk away, and reaching out he grabbed her wrist, "Where the hell are you going?" It came out harsher than he intended, but he didn't expect to her to just walk away.

She gave him a coy smile and brought her finger up to catch a wayward drop that she felt on her chin, licking it off a second later, causing him to harden again instantly. "What? I'm going back to the party."

"After that?"

"I just wanted to answer your question and now that I have, I can go."

He attempted to shake the confusion out of his head, "What question?"

"If I was jealous." She answered without missing a beat, blowing him a kiss before strolling out of the room, leaving him literally hanging.

As soon as she closed the door, she bolted for the room she'd gotten ready in, locking it behind her once inside. Taking a breath, she moved to antique cherry wood sofa with teal fabric and laid down, leaving one leg hanging off the side and the other bent.

She needed to take the edge off and she needed it now.

She pulled her breasts free from her gown, a fairly easy task and cupped them, kneading them before rubbing at her nipples, envisioning it was Nathan, his broad hands taking hold of her tits.

A low moan vibrated in her throat and she licked her lips, still tasting him. Her right hand slid down to the slit in her dress, moving up her bare thigh till she reached her flooded center. She ran a finger up and down her thong covered entrance, before sliding inside. She immediately found her clit, circling it a few times, building her pleasure.

Arching her back, she entered herself, shots of Nathan, his flawless dick thrusting in and out of her, flashing in her mind, escalating her desire for release.

Pumping faster, she saw him doing the same and she moaned as her orgasm neared. Using her thumb, she added her clit in her ministrations, her cries bouncing off the walls as her stomach tightened in anticipation for the upcoming gratification.

Her left hand stayed on her breast, squeezing her nipple and that coupled with her fingers sliding inside her body faster and faster brought her to the brink. In her fantasy, Nathan exploded inside her and that was the last straw. She yelled out when it hit, her juices increasing ten fold as she contracted around her fingers, jerking into her hand, her teeth biting hard into her lower lip.

She rode it out, a sexy smile of satisfaction spreading across her lips as the sensations slowly faded, leaving her unbelievably relaxed and wanton.

Sliding off the sofa, she straightened out her gown and adjusted her fallen curls in the mirror. She smiled that her lipstick was still in tact, the perks of long lasting, no smudge formulas.

"Perfect" She smirked at her reflection, her body still tingling, ready to face Nathan once more.

…

Lucas grabbed Nathan's arm as soon as he descended the stairs, "Where the fuck have you been?"

He yanked his arm back, "None of your damn business."

"Oh really? Because I've had to keep that boring ass bitch company for the last half hour."

"And?" Nathan threw back indifferently. He really didn't need this shit right now. For the last ten minutes, he'd been willing his hard on away before he came back down, the image of Haley on her knees making it virtually impossible.

"Nathan," the bitch cooed having come back from the restroom, "Where have you been?"

Lucas caught sight of something disturbing and left the two without a word.

"I was busy."

She plastered a fake smile on her face, "Well, I'm glad you came back. You want to go somewhere more comfortable."

'Fuck no!' "Not right now. I'm a little tired."

"Nathan!" Haley greeted warmly, coming up to the pair and kissing him on each cheek before pulling back to smile at the walking stick. "And you might be?"

Heather clearly felt threatened, her tone icy, "Nathan's date, Heather Canterbury."

"Aren't you just a sweet looking thing? I'm Haley James. This is my little shindig." Haley beamed, turning to Nathan. "Nathan and I have been friends forever, haven't we?"

"Um, yeah." He mumbled, not meeting her eyes.

Haley looked between the two, not missing the obvious boredom from Nathan with his date. "Ok, I'm off to grab a drink." She coughed softly, "Something I swallowed must have gone down wrong."

Nathan chuckled; he had to give her props.

Leaning over Haley went to kiss Heather's cheek, but hit the corner of her mouth on purpose, "It was a delight to meet you."

She faced Nathan to do the same, but this time she decidedly went near his ear, "That's the only way she's going to taste you," She murmured before she moved her lips swiftly against his jaw.

"You two have fun," Haley winked and disappeared in the masses.

"Well, she's a tad obvious," Heather snit once Haley was out of earshot.

Nathan rolled his eyes, "Take the limo back."

"Huh?" She stumbled out.

"Didn't think I stuttered, did I? Take the limo back or find someone else to hang on to, I don't really give a damn."

Appalled she fought to find the right words, but he was gone before she could even try.

…

Peyton laughed gently when the man started to suck on her neck. It was tickling more than turning her on.

Someone placed a hand on her bare shoulder from behind and she twisted her neck around to spot a blonde masked man. "Yes?"

He grabbed her elbow and pulled her away from her current make out partner. "What the hell?

With her neck gone, her date or whatever you would call him finally snapped to attention, "Yeah, what the hell?"

Lucas smirked, "Dude, back the fuck off. She's with me."

Peyton let herself be dragged into a nearby bathroom, only because the scent of his cologne gave him away. When the door was closed, she reeled away from him. "Luke, that was bullshit."

He tossed his mask on the counter, "No, what's bullshit is you going at it in front of the entire party."

"Excuse me? I was in a corner and we were just kissing. And for that matter why do you care?"

She was so sick of this. Ever since they'd finally slept together, a couple months back and she said finally, because to her they'd been dancing around it for years, he'd been a complete dick.

"Because I do care…about you Peyton and you know that." He answered quietly, staring at his shoes.

"If you cared you wouldn't still be whoring around, yet expect me to simply bake cookies and wait till you're ready."

He sighed, rubbing his forehead, "I don't do relationships. I never have, you know that. I'm only going to hurt you."

She maneuvered around him to the door, pausing to look back at him before she left, "That's where you're wrong, Luke. You already have."

…

"Wow, we're a bunch of winners," Haley deadpanned, stepping into the limo where Peyton and Brooke were already waiting.

Peyton scoffed, "At least you haven't been sitting here for the last half hour."

"Try an hour and a half," Brooke added, disgusted she let a guy ruin her night.

"You guys could have left. I would have found another ride." Haley informed them, stretching out on the opposite side of the limo.

Brooke handed Haley a glass and filled it with the Courvoisiershe and Peyton had opened a half hour before, "I saw you knocking drinks back at the bar, figured you'd stumble in here soon enough."

Haley raised the amber liquid to her lips, "So what are we all commiserating over?"

"The confusing ass, make us feel things we sure as hell don't want to, species known as men." Brooke grinned, clinking her tumbler with Peyton.

Peyton refilled her drink, "You'd think at twenty-two things would start making more sense."

"I think it's the opposite," Haley cut in, "I mean when we were younger we could do anything we want and chalk it up to inexperience and finding our way or whatever. Now, we're supposed to have learned from those years and actually start becoming adults. It's only cute and excusable for so long, especially to the public, but once we hit our late twenty's our shit better be together or we'll end up being one of those pathetic celebutants on reality TV due to the fact that the only way we know how to live is through attention and whoring around."

Brooke started to laugh, "Damn, Gandhi, thought about this much?" Peyton hit her on the thigh.

"Maybe." Haley offered, "I guess I'm just missing when nothing mattered and our future didn't feel like such a weight."

All fell silent, consider Haley's words. Each thinking of their parents and the empty existence they led, realizing that was most certainly their destiny, yet somewhere inside praying they had found another path.

Still in all their contemplation, none of them believing that love could offer that to them, even when it was staring all three in the face.

They also weren't aware that inside the party three guys were sulking around a table, reflecting on their own uncertain futures.

To them all, growing up had never seemed more imminent.

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