AUTHOR'S NOTE:

So here is the next chapter! Sorry it took so long, I've been working a lot and haven't had as much time as I would have liked. Also…smut, smut, smut, smut, smut.

WARNINGS: Language, Violence, Sex, Innuendo, Themes

ENJOY!

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Brooke was going crazy not being able to show Dean public affection and while they mostly had that issue under control, it was getting harder and harder. When they were on their own, they could do practically anything that they wanted, but they couldn't let John, Victoria or Sam see them in any way, shape or form—not yet. Of course they were planning on telling their family first, but it was just too hard right now because they knew it would ruin everything. While the three would understand and they'd come around, of course, it would burst the bubble and Victoria would go into worry mode about the company it just…they didn't want to ruin what they had barely started.

Hence the sneaking around.

That was also all fine and dandy, but Brooke just really wanted to spend some time with Dean away from any kind of distractions so they could talk and maybe finally relieve the sexual tension that was there, so she had an idea. Instead of waiting for everyone to give them the space to make the moves, they were going to need to create a situation in which they got to make their own time. The only downside to Brooke's new plan, though, was that she was going to have to actually get some work done this week away. Victoria was also going to find it strange that Brooke suddenly wanted to do it, but getting away and back to New York with Dean seemed like a good idea.

There were some things happening with the company and Brooke had always wanted to be more invested in it all, so she decided to be pro-active. She could go instead of Victoria and take Dean with her to be her 'bodyguard' since it was New York and she'd always had one traveling from meeting to meeting per John's request, and since Dean was her 'brother', they could share a room even if there were two doubles, and she could spend her nights with him uninterrupted. Even though it was only going to be four or five days, that was plenty of time to have Dean to herself for a bit and still keep her life moving forward—so she went to talk to her mother about it and Victoria sighed a little bit.

"I was going to take care of this, you know," Victoria told Brooke as they sat at the kitchen table and drank some coffee. "What about Dean? He and Cassie just split practically and you want to parade him around New York?"

Brooke sighed too. "Mom, I want to get some work done and instead of wandering around with some random guy hired to keep me from getting mobbed, why not have Dean do it? On top of being more than capable of handling mobs of people, he's a hunter at heart, right? Even anything out of the ordinary bad happened, I'd be protected."

"Besides, Vicky," John put in, coming to sit down with a cup of coffee in his hands too, "she needs to start cashing in on this experience now. Someday she'll be running this company without you."

"But that day has not come yet," Victoria reminded him before she looked at Brooke. "Fine. You and Dean can go to New York for a little while, but we had better get some updates, alright? I want to know you're safe and doing what you're supposed to be doing. If anything goes wrong or you feel overwhelmed, you pick up that phone, Brooke Davis."

Beaming, Brooke hugged her parents. "Everything is going to be fine! Just have a little bit of trust in your children, sheesh."

It felt a little bit weird saying that when it brought her right back around to the fact that Dean was her stepbrother, but she tried to shake it off. She and Dean had never thought of each other as siblings and they weren't related by blood, so in their own little bubble, everything was perfectly fine and there was nothing 'wrong' about them. The only people that saw it as wrong were people from the outside world that had long since decided they were brother and sister. Now that she had permission, however, to take this on as a cover, Brooke needed to call Dean and then she needed to start packing. She knew that there was no way that Dean would pass up this opportunity.

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"Judging by this schedule, you're going to be in a lot of meetings…" Dean said as he looked through Brooke's day planner in the seat on the airplane next to her—it had taken the promise of sexual favors to even get Dean on the plane in the first place.

Brooke nodded slowly. "Sadly, yes, but that's what sight-seeing and Angry Birds on your cell phone is for, right?"

"As long as I get you all to myself at night, I suppose it's worth the compromise," Dean replied, smiling at her. "God, you're beautiful."

"That's the unresolved sexual tension talking," Brooke said as she undid a button on her blouse on purpose and wiggled her eyebrows at him. "Just a preview."

"Fuck, Brooke, you're killing me here," Dean whispered, putting an airline pillow on his lap. "Tonight I'm going to find a way to get you back."

Brooke grinned at him. "Trust me, Dean, I'll be more than ready to receive my punishment."

"Quick, talk about taxes or something," Dean told her, closing his eyes and trying to take deep breaths.

"I was thinking more about the lacy lingerie I packed," Brooke whispered to him.

Dean whimpered, but Brooke decided to lay off the teasing because a flight attendant walked down the aisle and technically this was a public place. She couldn't just say all of these things admist all of these people, some of which more than likely knew who she and Dean were. So, promising she'd make it up to him later, she started to talk about Haley and Sam, Dean nodding and trying to engage in the conversation as his erection died away. All he'd needed was a good change of topic because picturing Brooke in lacy under garments was really wreaking havoc on him. In fact, he didn't know if he was going to be able to handle this if they actually reached the sex part this week.

He'd been looking forward to it—they both had been—but once they reached that level of intimacy and felt what each other felt like inside and out, Dean was going to have trouble hiding his feelings for her. It was hard enough now when they were at the dinner table with their parents or they were sneaking around when everyone was sleeping, but this week? Everything was going to come to a climax and then they'd have to go back and face everyone and the honeymoon phase would be over. They'd have to tell their parents and then they'd have to prep for the PDA and Dean would hear about it at work and so would Brooke, and then there was Tree Hill and just…Dean wasn't ready for this happy period to end.

It was nice, though, just talking to Brooke about normal, mundane things, and once they were off the plane they gathered their luggage and took a taxi to the hotel, Brooke keeping things in between her and Dean in the seat just in case. She'd love to be on his lap right then, or kissing him until he couldn't breathe, but they were being cautious and would have plenty of time when they were locked in the hotel room. Or would they? She had a meeting soon and she just wanted the man to step on the gas, but she would seem weird if she asked him to. Instead she decided to point out things to Dean about the city, and when they got to the hotel, she walked up to the man at the counter and pulled out her credit card, Dean dealing with the bags because he had insisted that she let him do that.

"It should be under 'Davis'," she explained with a smile.

The man nodded and looked at his computer. "One room, two doubles?"

"That's correct," Brooke said nodding, watching the man as he looked at Dean.

"Oh! Brooke Davis! And that's one of your brothers!" The man exclaimed, grinning at her suddenly. "If there's anything that we can do for you two, just let me know."

"For now we just need the room keys," Brooke said nicely even though it stung that this guy knew who she and Dean were. "Then I'm off to a meeting."

The man nodded again. "Business and not pleasure—you do work hard."

"Very hard," Brooke agreed, thanking him for the keys before she turned to him. "Shall we?"

Dean nodded, also a little annoyed that he'd already been singled out as 'the brother' but this was New York. Brooke had spent her entire college career here and so of course they were all caught up on all of the gossip and such. They were going to have to be more careful than they thought and not let themselves wind up in any compromising positions…which could be harder than it looked considering the tension between the two. It honestly was taking everything that Dean had not to just jump her right then and there. Taking a deep breath, Dean watched Brooke use the key on the door, and then she went to put her stuff down in the chair in the room, Dean setting the things down as well.

Maybe he was feeling weirder about this than Brooke though, because the moment his hands were free and he turned to her, she was advancing and just like that, her lips were on his. Dean moaned involuntarily, reaching out to pull her body close, realizing just how much he had missed this and not just because they hadn't been that close—because he'd never been honest. As he felt her warm body against his and her lips crushing against his own, he realized that had he just been honest sooner, he would have had the one thing that he had always wanted: Brooke Davis. As her fingers found their way into his hair, Dean's hands moved of their own accord, unfastening her pants.

Who cared about her meeting?

Brooke certainly didn't seem to because she just nodded into the kiss, fingertips massaging his scalp as she nipped at his teeth, Dean pushing her slacks down her thighs. He swallowed her moan as he stroked between her legs, feeling that dampness between her legs and pulling back a moment—yeah, she was wearing lacy underwear and he was pretty certain it was a thong and he felt his jeans get tight. When Brooke wiggled her eyebrows at him and bit her lip, Dean pushed her down onto the nearest bed and started to kiss her neck, fingers slipping under the lacy material to her folds underneath, Brooke moaning against and gripping his hair.

"Dean…" Brooke whispered, gasping loudly as Dean pushed in a finger, whimpering himself at the heat and wetness surrounding him. "…fuck…"

Dean chuckled and nodded as he let his finger pump in and out. "Is that what you want me to do?"

She nodded, arching and tugging on his hair before she growled, her phone going off and ruining the perfectly good moment. Reaching over because it was probably work, Brooke whimpered again, feeling another finger inside of her and a thumb on her clit, rubbing in a vigorous motion that made her body shudder with pleasure. Jesus, he knew what he was doing, and then she felt teeth on her neck and she moved a little bit, trying to feel his fingers deeper even though that wasn't what she wanted deep at all—she wanted something entirely different to be pumping in and out…

"We've got maybe ten minutes before I have to be headed to the office," Brooke said sadly, feeling Dean nod and nip down her body.

The feeling of his teeth through her blouse made her shiver again, especially when Dean started pumping his fingers faster instead of letting her get up. It was obvious that he wasn't finished at all and that smirk on his face as his head neared between her thighs made her whole body flush hot—that smirk was so much better in reality than it was in her dreams. She couldn't believe she'd had to wait this long for him and now he was about to do things to her that she would never forget and he seemed thrilled to get to do them to her. God…what had she gotten herself into? There was no going back after this and that seemed fine because she didn't want to go back.

"I have just enough time to make you cum," Dean told her with a wicked grin on his face.

Before she could answer, she felt Dean's mouth cover her clit, Brooke tugging on his hair a little harder than she had been, which just made Dean moan against her. She didn't even know how to describe the feeling, but Dean brought her right over the edge like an expert, smirking and kissing her thigh as she clamped down on his fingers, Dean continuing to coax out some moans as she rode out her orgasm before she practically sank into the mattress. Just like that Dean kissed up her body, his lips finding hers and the passionate kiss that came next made Brooke's toes curl. He'd just made her orgasm, yes, and yet she didn't have time to allow him the same courtesy and it bothered her a little bit.

"You'll make it up to me," Dean told her, like he could read her mind. "Just know that I will be, in fact, getting off here thinking about that while you're gone."

Brooke gave him a look. "Don't say things like that when I still want more from you…"

"We have time," Dean responded, kissing her again. "Tonight I will take you out to dinner, and then we can come back here and do whatever we want. For now, we have to get up and you need to get this hot little ass of yours back into some work slacks."

"Deal," Brooke said before pressing her lips to his gently. "For the record: that was better than any dirty dream I've ever had about you. I also prefer your fingers to my own."

Dean smirked and nodding, wiggling his eyebrows. "I'm sure I'll prefer your hand to mine."

"Ugh, this talk is not productive," Brooke told him as she flushed, rolling away from him. "We also won't be using that other bed."

"We better not be," Dean agreed, watching her get up and get into her suitcase. "Anymore underwear you wanna share?"

Brooke was pretty sure it was a bad idea and even voiced that it was a bad idea, but she pulled her blouse off anyway and Dean found his breath hitching in his throat as he saw her bra. She looked stunning, even just in lingerie, and at this point Dean's erection was more than just a little bit painful—he really needed to get off and Brooke could tell as he closed his eyes. Her whole body flushed with need, but she had to leave…oh well. Climbing back onto the bed, Brooke worked on getting Dean's pants off, Dean's eyes widening in surprise, his head shaking.

"We can't draw attention," Dean told her weakly. "You have to get going, you can't be late."

Sighing, Brooke nodded, but stroked him through his boxers. "You could at least start while I get dressed so I don't feel too bad…"

"You're a very naughty person, Brooke Davis," Dean said, but he was already getting his boxers off as he spoke, immediately touching himself as Brooke grabbed clothes. "Shall I talk while I do it?"

"Just pretend you're buried deep and I'm sliding up and down," Brooke responded, smiling as she pulled on her pants and watched his hand slide up and down a little faster. "Forget it. I'll just be a little late."

Dean tried to protest, but Brooke pushed his hands away, settling there on the end of the bed and letting her hand work his shaft. He moaned, arching and rolling up his hips, feeling very close as she ran her nail over his slit, ignoring her phone going off again. It was to signal that she needed to be getting into the company car out front, but instead, she focused on Dean until she brought him over the edge this time, Dean sitting up to kiss her and then reminding her to put on a shirt. They knew that they would have a chance to do this properly, but this was just the time that they had been given…Dean was determined as he watched Brooke leave the room, to drag this out that night.

Note: This story has gotten significantly more 'mature' than originally intended, so bear with me. There is also a really drastic storyline coming after our couple's date…feedback is always appreciated!