So it's been…3 years. Wow, time flies. Luckily random reviews sometimes find their way into my inbox, and lately I've just been inspired to get back into this. So, here goes nothing!
"And then I was just like, you've got to be kidding me. Who in their right mind would actually vote for Donald Trump? Especially after that whole Kim Kardashian scandal. He owns a T-Rex. Money, sex, weed. And you clearly aren't paying attention."
With that, Haley nudges my arm from her seat across from me at the lunch table and I snap back to focus. Thoughts of my amazing night with Nathan last night have preoccupied my mind all day.
"Sorry Hales, I guess I'm just not with it today…were you talking about dinosaurs?" I ask confused, trying to remember anything she just mentioned.
"Among other things, B. Davis," she smirks. "Though I thought for sure you'd tune in once I mentioned sex. Or Kim Kardashian." She jokes as I role my eyes. Fake celebrities annoy the hell out of me.
Anyway, back to Haley, who is currently polishing off her PB&J. I look down at my own meal; a suspicious-looking concoction served from the school that makes mystery meat seem like lobster bisque. In a rush to get ready for school, and Nathan out of the house without my parents noticing, I forgot to grab a lunch, so today I'm roughin' it Tree Hill High style.
The past few weeks with Nathan have been nothing short of amazing. It feels like we connect on so many levels. With any other guy I'd be bored by now, but he's nothing short of surprising. Not to mention that the sneaking around is pretty fun too. Keeping everything a secret, finding places to hook-up, the adrenaline of knowing that it's wrong, but it feels so right. A smile creeps up on my face and I can't stop it.
"You're smiley." Haley grins. "Did you have fun with Pete last night?" She winks.
Pete. Fuck. I had to come up with some kind of excuse for my schoolgirl crush behavior over the last month, so Pete became my alibi. Thank god he doesn't actually go to Tree Hill High, it makes my life that much easier to say that he's the one keeping me up late each night.
"A girl never kisses and tells." I smile. "But I don't know the boundaries for sex so of course I'll fill you in Hales." She laughs.
"Hey guys, what's so funny?" Jake asks as he, Mouth and Nathan walk up to join us. Mouth sits down next to me, while Jake and Nathan slide in next to Haley. This conveniently leaves Nathan diagonal from me, close enough but still so far out of reach. Pure torture. He briefly makes eye contact with me and my heart skips a beat. Damn that boy. Over the last few weeks the five of us have hung out a lot; originally it was because Nathan needed an excuse to hang out with his sister and her best friend, but now it's like we're our own little gang.
Haley leans over to kiss Jake, as Nathan groans. "Hey, none of that!" He says in mock disgust as Haley rolls her eyes. They've been dating for about a week now, and look freakin adorable together; I'm already planning their wedding.
"Brookie here was just about to tell me her all about the wild amazing sex she had with college boy last night." Haley laughs as I feel Nathan's eyes flicker over to me. I can tell he's smirking but I refuse to meet his eye.
"Oh, please continue then!" Mouth quips up, causing instant laughter, and for once I feel the slightest tinge of heat on my face. I'm not gonna give Nate the satisfaction of seeing me blush.
"You're exaggerating Haley, it wasn't that good. Poor boy couldn't keep up." I laugh as Jake almost spits out his chocolate milk. For once I glance over at Nathan, still smirking like a champ because he knows I'm lying.
"You're looking pretty refreshed there Junior, you're glowing." He subtly challenges as the table breaks out in laughter again.
"I got a good night's rest, it put me to sleep faster than Nyquil, and that was only like...four minutes in!" At this point Nathan actually breaks out a real smile and I almost lose it. We're all laughing hysterically, and probably look ridiculous to anyone around us, but who really gives a fuck?
Eventually a topic other than my sex life comes up, and once again I zone out. This time though, my thoughts drift to the boy three feet away from me, instead of to our rendezvous last night. I look up to meet his gaze and smile.
"Did you do that lab report yet?" He asks innocently enough, as the other three drone on about some new club in town called Tric.
I shake my head. "Did you wanna work on it tonight?" Thank god for chemistry and the lovely excuse of us being lab partners. "It looks really hard." I slightly cock my eyebrow and he turns his head. Luckily no one is really paying attention to us.
"Hales, are you guys gonna be around tonight? Because B. Davis and I need to get our study on, and it'd be nice if your moans weren't a background noise." Nathan dryly interrupts their conversation, and this time it is Haley's turn to blush.
"Dibs on the house Nate!" Their parents are out of town, surprise surprise. This time in like, Omaha or something.
Nathan, still a bit squeamish on the subject, tries to ignore that. "Looks like it's your house tonight, Brooke." His eyes flicker back towards and I fight to hold back a smile.
The lunch bell rings, signally back to reality, but at least I get a few Haley-approved hours with Nathan tonight, even if Haley wouldn't approve of what we're doing.
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At six o'clock my doorbell rings and I resist the urge to open it immediately. So, after about .7 seconds, Nathan is standing in my foyer and my legs are wrapped around his waist as my lips feverishly fight to meet his. The door is barely closed as my hands fumble with the buttons on his jacket and his hands are messying up my hair. I can ignore the fact that it took me a half hour to make it look perfect this morning.
"Hey you." He says after a couple of minutes of this as we stop to catch our breath. He's barely made his way into ten feet of my house, and I hop down off of him.
"Nate, you stink." I laugh. Unsurprising, as he came over right after basketball practice. Still he wraps me in a hug and I try to break free, eventually biting his shoulder so he'll release his grip.
"The parentals are at some show, so they'll be gone for a few hours. Feel free to make yourself at home. Eat, shower,"
"Have wild, animalistic sex with their daughter." He finishes for me and I stick my tongue out at him. "I mean, if it isn't too boring for you. Wouldn't want you to fall asleep on me or anything." He teases, referencing my lunch time cover-up.
"Oh come on!" I roll my eyes, grab his hand and drag him up the stairs.
I open up the bathroom closet and pull out a towel. "Do you wanna pick a movie?" He asks. I shake my head 'no' as I pull out another towel and he cocks his eyebrow, a smirk instantly appearing on his face. It's not like we ever get through an entire movie anyway. I've seen the beginning of Due Date, the middle of Grandma's Boy, and the ending of Inception.
Nathan slides his shirt over his head, and begins working on his zipper. I slip out of my shorts and pull my tank top off. Instantly our hands are already grabbing at each other as he leans down to kiss me again, his arms circling my waist and my fingers tracing his abs.
He hoists me up on the bathroom counter and leans down to kiss my neck, his hands slyly unhooking my bra in the process as I trail my finger under the band of his boxers. The countertop is freezing as goosebumps rise all over my body.
"Ok, this is cold." My voice comes out in small rasps as I trail his collarbone with a line of kisses.
"Yeah, I can tell." He huskily responds as his hand comes up to cup my breast, providing instant warmth.
I'm getting all kinds of excited, but I pull away from him.
"Shower." I barely whisper out in ragged breaths as I grasp at his hair, our lips connected again. Nathan slides out of his boxers, kicking them aside. He gently, yet forcefully pushes me back so my shoulders and head rest against the mirror, another cold sensation. His hands travel down my body towards my thong, where he casually slides it down my tan, smooth legs.
At once his throat is at my neck, his hands resting on my thighs as his tongue makes its way down my body. Every moan I make is completely involuntary as his head finally dips between my legs and I gasp in complete pleasure, my fingernails gripping his shoulders, his hair, any part of him,
I playfully grab his hair as his head bobs up and down between my legs, his tongue creating an amazing sensation that I can barely handle.
"Nateee" I feebly whimper. I'm so close to just losing it when he stops, looks up, and smiles. It is genuine but his eyes are black and daring. My body tightens in protest at the lack of his previous touch, but he leans forward and picks me up, my legs once again wrapped around his waist.
We step into the shower, making out against the wall as he gently thrusts against me. He's not even in me yet but I'm quivering. I bite his lower lip a little harder than usual and the moan he produces as a result proves he wants it just as badly as I do.
He lifts me up slightly, setting me back down on him and neither of us can control the moans that escape our lips as he finally enters me. My arm reaches out, grabbing the shower handle and suddenly the water is spraying down on us. The few seconds of cold water is shocking, but soon its warm as Nathan grinds into me and my tongue chases beads of water from his neck.
Within a few moments I can feel it coming on and Nathan's body tenses up within me. The moan that escapes his lips against my collarbone is more than enough to send me over the edge as he continues his final thrusts. I collapse between his body and the shower wall, completely exhausted and exhilarated as his body leans against mine. We let the shower water beat down on us as come down from our sexual high, our satisfied smiles matching each other's perfectly.
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Fifteen minutes later
I'm standing in front of my dresser mirror, attempting to dry my hair. Realizing my efforts are futile, I toss the towel aside and throw my hair up into a messy bun and turn around to face Nathan, who is currently putting a pair of basketball shorts on. We aren't even dating and yet he has his own drawer here. I'd say the same for me at his place, but Haley does his laundry and knows my wardrobe like the back of her hand. So that's a no go.
He goes to pull on a beater, but I step forward to him. "Leave it off, hotshot." And smile my infamous B. Davis smile. I fall into my bed, kicking my legs up in the air in the process. Nathan puts a movie in and turns around to laugh at my antics. He takes the more leisurely approach of settling onto my bed, and instantly I'm snuggled up to him, our legs entangled.
My fingers trace over his perfectly toned basketball abs, and lead up to the scar under his right pec. I've traced my fingers, hell, lips over it multiple times but never wondered about it.
"What is this from?" I finally inquire, and Nathan looks down to see what I'm talking about, as if he forgot about it.
"A car accident a couple years ago. My dad and I were arguing after a basketball game, and he never noticed the other car." As he mentioned it I remembered sitting with Haley while she cried in my arms that night, scared to death that her brother might not make it. I remember crying with her that night because I couldn't stop her from hurting. I'm almost relieved that I didn't know Nathan then. That night would have been impossible.
"Where's your head at?" He looks down at me.
"I think it's still in the shower." I joke, trying to change the subject.
"You're ridiculous." He teases, kissing my forehead and leaning down to meet my lips. I reciprocate immediately, and I know he can sense the urgency behind it. He pulls away.
"Talk to me." Nathan's eyes are playful, but he's serious at the same time.
"How bad is Dan?" We've never really talked about his father, since we're usually too busy having fun. Nathan doesn't answer immediately.
"It just takes some getting used to, I guess. He's hard on me, but I know I'm a better player than him. I'm two games away from beating his all-time record, so lately he's been rough. But I can take it." He smiles at me.
"I remember that night with Haley. It was one of the worst nights of my life, just because I saw how affected and torn apart she was." I look away, and Nathan's arm tightens around my waist,
"Look, I'm fine. My game is amazing, I'm with the hottest girl I've ever laid eyes on, and in a couple months I graduate. Stop with the sad face, Junior." He leans down to kiss me again and within a couple seconds my mind is free of worry.
We continue making out for what feels like hours, but merely seconds at the same time. We never press play to even attempt to start the movie, and slowly the sun sets, darkening my room.
Nathan pulls away and puts his forehead against mine.
"Stay here tonight." I tiredly whisper, wrapping my arms around his and slowly closing my eyes.
"Of course babe," A term I've always hated, but can't help but smile when he says it.