A Man's Worth
Chapter 3
I
Lucas groaned as he woke up, his arm draped around Haley's waist and she snuggled closer into him. Pressing his lips softly into her neck, he opted to drift back to sleep, nurse the headache he was feeling from the drinking he did last night but instead ended up rolling over and got out of bed.
"Where are you going, baby?" Haley murmured, rolling over and latching onto his waist.
"Gotta get up and stretch, maybe play a little bit of ball to practice for the playoffs." Lucas confessed.
"Stay in bed." She whispered, sliding her hands into his boxer briefs.
"No can do Hales." Lucas mumbled out, placing a light kiss on her lips.
"Ugh, morning breath much?" Haley asked.
"You too there, plus I'm going to brush my teeth now, but you're going to have to let go of my dick to do that." Lucas shot back, sliding out of the bed and out into the bathroom. Half an hour later after brushing his teeth and taking a shower-alone for a change- he stepped back out into his mater bedroom and saw that Hales was out of the bed.
Knowing her she was probably in the other shower a few rooms over, he decided to change into simple basketball attire. He threw on a pair of black Jordan basketball shorts and a Bobcats cut off tee. Opening his shoe closet he pulled out a pair of black and orange Nike Shox that he had custom made after joining the NBA and pulled out his iPhone.
Scrolling through his contacts with his thumb, he found his best friend Antwon on there. Pushing in his number the iPhone dialed it and he put the phone to his ear as he waited for him to pick up. Four rings later and a groggy Antwon picked up.
"Hello, this better be a booty call or I'm fixing to kick some scrawny white boy's ass." His best friend mumbled into the phone and Lucas laughed.
"I missed you too Skills." Lucas replied grinning. "Hey, want to meet me at the River Court in an hour?" Lucas asked.
"I guess, you have to promise me something though." Skills asked.
"Anything man, you know I gotcha." Lucas replied.
"You have to hang out with us guys tonight, we haven't hung out in forever." Skills demanded.
Lucas took a minute to ponder it. He had two weeks before the playoffs, and Haley hadn't made any plans with him and he hung out with her yesterday. "Alright, it's a deal." He answered. "I'll bring my street clothes and I'll shower at your place." Lucas added.
"Sweet, one more favor?" Skills asked.
"C'mon, what now?" Lucas asked grinning.
"Pick me up, my car broke down again." Skills stated.
"You just want an excuse to ride in the Camaro." Lucas fired back indignantly.
"True, but I'm serious." Skills replied.
"I'll be there in forty five." Lucas shot back then pressed the end call on the touch screen keypad.
Lucas headed downstairs and could hear the sound of the crowd cheering and the rhythmic thump of a basketball being dribbled. As he came downstairs he saw Jamie playing PS3 in the living room on their big HD TV. His nephew/son was playing NBA 2K9 and using Lucas and the Bobcats against ironically enough the Boston Celtics.
"Lucas Scott dribbles the ball upcourt, crosses over Ray Allen and shoots the three from the top of the key. Bobcats wins ninety to fifty five. Lucas Scott is the high man with forty six points. I'm Marv Albert and we hope to see you again soon."
"Jamie, what did I tell you about playing as me on video games when I'm in the house?" Lucas asked, interrupting the boy.
"Dad!" Jamie squealed and dropped his controller as he ran over to Lucas. "You told me not to settle for a crappy video game when you got the real deal." He informed Lucas.
Lucas chuckled. "Alright, kiddo." He said warmly, ruffling Jamie's hair.
"Hey dad, you ready to kick the Celtic's butt?" Jamie asked.
"You betcha, but that's not for two weeks. Hey, if I wanted to take you and your mom to Florida for a couple days, what would you say?" Lucas asked.
"Whaddaya mean?" Jamie asked innocently, looking just like the five year old boy he was.
"Florida, it's a long drive away but it's pretty, the beach is nice, and we could go fishing and do stuff we can't do here in North Carolina." Lucas explained, taking a seat on the couch and grabbing Jamie and sitting him next to him. Jamie curled up against him and looked at him with blue eyes that looked just like Lucas', and with spiky blonde hair, he looked like Lucas.
Sometimes it still shocked him that he was Nathan's kid after all and not his. Back in their senior year of high school, Nathan and Haley's relationship had hit the rocks again and Lucas had been there to comfort Haley as her best friend, and they had slept together for the first time then.
Alcohol burning holes in his stomach, he had slept with his brother's wife and claimed her for himself. Then Nathan had returned a week later and she had been back in his arms and Lucas had lived with that guilt, the sorrow of losing the woman he loved. Because while he had been her best friend, he'd been in love with her for longer than he cared to remember.
After Nathan had damaged her, he had lost that love. She had sought him out and he had denied her, then a few months later she had given birth to Jamie on graduation day and after two months into the summer Nathan had abandoned her.
How could he look into the baby blue eyes of Jamie and walk away?
It burned a hole in Lucas' gut to know his brother could be so heartless, so brutally cold that after having an ass of a father like Dan, he could repeat the same things he did and walk away from the one woman who had loved him.
Lucas would have given anything to have that at the time.
His heart had hardened into stone and very little had gotten into the cracks. He still loved Haley, but that love had transformed from romance into solely friendship with a side plate of lust. He had tried giving Jamie the world, becoming his father he had so desperately needed, despite the fact that he hated Nathan.
Jamie was blood.
So he had repeated Keith's actions through himself and fathered Jamie, despite the fact that Haley had given him everything but her heart, and Lucas couldn't return that. He hadn't given her half as much as she had given him, but he tried.
He slept with other women, but he came home to her and Jamie. That should be enough for now, because he knew that Haley would never have him fully, and he would never have her.
They would just have what they shared now.
Lucas hoped it would be enough for both of them, for Jamie's sake.
He had completely lost train of thought like he sometimes did, and as he looked at Jamie again, he placed his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"We can fish and got to the beach here, dad. As long as me and mom spend time with you, we don't care where it's at." Jamie answered honestly and Lucas heart was wrenched inside.
Forcing a smile to his lips to hide the sadness he felt, Lucas responded, "Pack a bag, we're leaving tomorrow." Lucas ordered sofly, and Jamie wrapped his arms around him.
"Sweet, this is gonna be the best time of my life." Jamie stated, giving Lucas a mega-watt smile, then dropped his PS3 controller and took off running to his bedroom to get started on packing his bags.
He headed onto the kitchen and grabbed himself a small bite of fruit to eat, seeing as he was about to play ball he didn't want to eat to heavily. As he tossed the peach seed into the trash and washed his hands to get rid of its sweet stickiness, he felt Haley grab his ass again.
"Hey babe." She said sexily into his ear.
Lucas turned around and placed his lips onto hers softly. "Hey. Look Hales, I already told Jamie about the trip to Florida and he really wants to go, so make sure you have your bag packed and we'll leave tomorrow in the morning by car." Lucas told her.
"Yeah of course, did you want to have dinner with us today?" Haley asked.
"I wouldn't wait up on me, Skills wants to play ball then hang out since we haven't done that in a while. You don't mind do you?" Lucas asked seeing the disappointed look on her face.
"No it's okay." She mumbled.
"I promise I won't be out till late. If you want, eat light for dinner and I'll bring some pizzas when I'm done with the guys alright?" Lucas compromised.
Haley pursed her lips together and thought about it. "And after?" she asked, pressing her body flush into his causing Lucas to groan.
"Anything you want." Lucas said smirking.
"Alright, well get going then." Haley said, grabbing his waist. "Hurry back." She whispered seductively into his ear before flaunting away.
Lucas gave her a small wave before grabbing his bag he packed and heading out the door. The weather was remarkably cool for the end of April he contemplated as soft breezes caressed his legs. He was clad only in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of Jordan basketball shorts with orange and blue sneakers. Unlocking the door with the press of a button, he clambered into the Camaro and shut it closed, before turning the car on, a loud grumbled rumbling through the pipes.
Sliding the shifter into drive, he took off.
Heading out of driveway, he took a left and hauled ass, vanishing out of the residential area and taking the fastest route to Skills house which was five minutes outside the river court.
He made it there a few minutes later, the Camaro's thick tires coming to a halt as he parallel parked the car in front of Skills' house. Getting out of the car, he shut the door closed and locked it before heading up the steps to Skills' two story house. Knocking on the door, a few moments later it was opened by one of Lucas' old friends Fergie. He extended his hand out to Luke who shook it and pulled his friend into a man hug.
"What's up Fergie, how you been man?" Lucas asked.
"The usual, me and Junk still suck at basketball, how about you superstar?" Fergie asked, smiling warmly.
It had honestly been a while since he'd seen his old friend. The last two months had been hectic for Lucas, only six of his last seventeen games had been at home and between practice and road travel, he hadn't much time to hang with his friends or even talk to them over the phone for longer than five minutes.
"I'm alright, hanging in there. Kind of nervous about the playoffs, but I think we'll be alright. I don't expect to make it to the Finals, but we'll see." Lucas admitted.
"Shame on you Lucas, you should believe the Bobcats can make it. If anyone could take that team to the Finals now it would be you. You inspire belief and hope, that's why we followed you Luke all these years even before you made it big." Fergie protested.
Lucas had the decency to look abashed. "I'm really not all like that Fergie." Lucas whined.
"But you are, even now you're a huge superstar and yet you got the time to come hang out and play ball with us today, I can't say Nathan Scott would do the same." Fergie replied.
Lucas smiled and shrugged at his friend. "Thanks, I think I needed to hear that." He confided warmly.
"C'mon, let me grab Junk and Skills… hey you think Mouth can interview you, it'd be really important for him." Fergie asked.
"No doubt, he could interview anytime. We'll do it today, after we get done playing ball." Lucas affirmed, nodding.
"That's great Luke." Mouth cut in, walking to the room and extending his hand. Lucas shook hands with him, and they too shared a quick man hug.
Lucas looked at his old friend Marvin "Mouth" McFadden and he could see a few differences from the last time he saw his good friend. Instead of the cool spiky hair he once had, now it was a little bit longer and combed back giving him a more corporate business like manner.
Smiling at the fair skinned hometown reporter, Lucas clasped his hands on his shoulder. "How's it going Mouth?" Lucas asked.
"Same old, ya know. I can't wait to see you play the Celtics, I actually plan on covering the games that are here in Charlotte, you have no idea how many tickets have sold since last night. No one actually expected you guys to go to the playoffs besides us I guess and now everyone's calling to get tickets. I even heard the Senator of North Carolina got top box tickets to all the games, heard he paid a pretty penny too." Mouth stated.
Lucas' eyebrows rose. "Really?" he asked doubtfully.
"Yeah, everyone's proud of you Luke, you really have no idea." Mouth explained, grinning from ear to ear.
"Well thanks. Hey, I'll get you backstage when we play in Charlotte alright?" Lucas offered warmly.
"That's cool, it'd be pretty awesome." Mouth admitted.
"Hey Luke, you ready to git ya ass kicked?" Skills drawled out, walking into the room.
"I think not." Lucas shot back, smirking at his closest friend, or at least the one he didn't sleep with.
Ugh…disturbing image… Lucas thought, before motioning Skills and mouth outside.
"You ready?" Lucas asked.
"Yea, let's go Mouth." Skills stated and Mouth reached over and grabbed a small bag that contained his tape recorder and notepad and pens.
"Junk and Fergie's not coming?" Lucas asked, arching his right eyebrow again.
"Nah, dey got that new Call of Duty game and they probably won't leave the house ever." Skills replied with a small chuckle.
Lucas and Mouth laughed as well. "It's for the best, don't want them to see the ass kicking I'm going to give you." Lucas shot back with his patented grin.
The three friends climbed into the Camaro and were off, maintaining the bonds they've had since kids.
…
Lucas drove in towards the lane as Skills defended him and he used the momentum to shove Skills leg with his left hand pushing off of him backwards and shooting the fadeaway jumper. The ball arced in the air and dropped in with a swish. "I win." Lucas boasted with a smirk.
"Man that's some bullshit, that's cheating." Skills protested with mock anger.
Lucas let out a chuckle and wiped the sweat off his head. "Not really, Jordan pulled that on Russell to win the championship in ninety eight." Lucas answered back cockily.
"You're right, he did do that." Skills agreed with a small smile on his face. "Make sure you do that when it counts Luke if you know what I mean." He added.
Lucas nodded solemnly before smiling brightly at his friend. "This years going to be good, even if we don't win it all, people will remember the Bobcats." He said.
The two friends walked over to the bleachers and sat down next to Mouth. "Are you ready for the official interview?" Mouth asked.
"Ask away." Lucas replied.
Mouth pulled out a small voice recorder out of his pocket. "Do you agree to be recorded for the purpose of a news interview?" Mouth asked.
"Yes, I do." He consented, running a hand through his hair.
"First question. Many people say that the Bobcats going to the playoffs is a miracle after a horrible first forty games, what's your take on that?" Mouth asked in professional tone.
Lucas let out a sigh as he contemplated his answer. "I'd say they were right. We have good players, a good set of coaches and we won fifteen out of forty games. We just couldn't get it right for whatever reason but after the All-Star game in Dallas, we just kicked it into overdrive. What matters now is that we are in the Playoffs, nothing else does." Lucas answered.
"Good response. Do you think you can put a stop to the number two seed Boston Celtics?" Mouth asked.
"It's going to be hard, they played a lot better than we did, but I think that works in our favor." Lucas replied honestly.
"How's that?"
"Well for one the won a championship not too long ago and we never have, I think they'll underestimate us and we'll strike at that point. It's going to be about who wants it the most, and I'm sure Charlotte wants it the most." Lucas said, the corners of his lips crinkling into a grin.
"Do you think you can honestly beat Nathan Scott and the Lakers. You've never beaten them out of all the times you've played. Do you think you can beat your brother and his team?" Mouth asked.
Lucas shrugged. "Why not? Every team is beatable after all. This might be the year for the Bobcats." Lucas replied.
"One last question." Mouth requested and waited for Lucas to nod.
"Yeah, go ahead." Lucas affirmed with a small nod of his head.
"What were you doing with Nathan's fiancée Peyton Sawyer in New York?" Mouth asked quietly.
Lucas sat there, mouth agape. "What do you mean by that Mouth?" he asked eerily after a few moments.
Mouth pulled out a New York Times newspaper from that morning and it showed Lucas and Peyton on the front cover. The picture had to be taken as soon as they left the club and got swarmed by the paparazzi. "Shit." Lucas cursed quietly.
When Haley saw that, he knew she wouldn't have a favorable reaction. Trying to cover up his surprise, he lied smoothly, "She introduced herself that night after the game and we talked and got swarmed by the paparazzi."
"So the picture of you and her dancing was just amicable and nothing else right?" Mouth asked.
Lucas nodded. After clearing his throat, he managed to say, "Yes, just a friendly meeting and nothing else."
Mouth's lips were set in a grim, straight line. "This next question you might not like but what about the picture where you and her are at the hotel together, holding each other in the front lobby?" Mouth asked.
Lucas' eyes narrowed quickly. "No comment. No more questions." Lucas warned dangerously.
Mouth shut off the recorder quickly. "Lucas I'm sorry I had to ask you, but I had too, it's part of the job." Mouth apologized quickly, sadness bleeding into his eyes. He knew that Lucas probably felt betrayed right now and was trying to start the damage control before it was too late.
"You could of fuckin' warned me you were going to ask that, dammit Mouth, I didn't even have an official statement prepared." Lucas chastised.
"If you knew in advance, you might of not done the interview." Mouth replied hastily.
"I would have, I just would have prepared something a statement first." Lucas shot back angrily.
"Aren't you and Hales a thing?" Skills interrupted.
"Something like that, nothing serious." Lucas said, eyes swiveling to his best friend.
"She's been your best friend for so long Luke, and you've been running around behind her back, behind Jamie's back." Skills replied, anger leaking into his voice.
"It's not like that. I just take care of Haley and Jamie, we're not together. We just happen to sleep with each other sometimes." Lucas replied defensively.
"Are you that dense? Of course you and her are a thing. You're the only man she's let that close to her since Nathan left her. She's not just the type to fuck a guy, brah. There's always feelings involved." Skills fired back.
"I know…" Lucas muttered out weakly. He ran his fingers through his hair, he sighed and contemplated where it had gone so wrong. He'd been so far gone to the point he was becoming more like his younger brother Nathan and he didn't realize it.
If only he could of settled down, he had a good thing going with Haley and Jamie, it was a perfect life, and he just threw a wrench into that. He'd slept with a lot of women since joining the NBA and thought it was okay because Haley's heart didn't belong to him anyway.
Or perhaps he was subconsciously punishing her for choosing his brother over him.
Back in their senior year before Haley got pregnant with Jamie, Nathan disappeared to High Flyers basketball camp and left Haley behind when she returned from her music tour. Back then he understood Nathan's pain, shortly after getting married Haley kissed another guy and disappeared to follow her dreams of music leaving Nathan to pick up the pieces of his broken heart.
He had sympathized with him, put up with him when Nathan was being a selfish asshole because he too was hurting. Haley had broken his heart too, she had been his best friend and the girl he had been in love with and she didn't even leave him a number to get a hold of her at, she hadn't said goodbye.
Then she had returned and Nathan had been too hurt to let her in, he had disappeared to Florida.
It had been Lucas that helped her with her broken heart. He had listened to her pine for Nathan, he had comforted her in her solace.
Then Nathan had returned and so did the tension between the three and when Nathan continued refusing Haley, Lucas had confessed his love for her and they had a drunken night in each other's arms. The next day Nathan begged for her to return to him and she had left Lucas without so much as a goodbye kiss and had returned to Nathan.
No one had been able to piece Lucas' heart after that, because no one had known what he had done.
He had slept with his brother's wife.
Then after Nathan left her for good she had begged him to stay, to help raise Jamie and he had given in, he had a weak spot for her after all. There wasn't much he wouldn't do for her.
But this time his heart was too far from her fingers to grasp. It had hardened like cement and he had vehemently refused to fall in love with her. He loved her, they'd been friends for so long but if he gave his heart to her again and she left him for Nathan, he wouldn't have been able to recover again.
Subconsciously he'd been punishing her all this time when she might have been ready to give her heart to him, but he'd been too busy in another woman's warmth to entertain the idea.
"Luke you okay?" Skills asked, bringing him out of his reverie.
Lucas nodded softly. "I don't feel too good, I think I'm going to go home." Lucas said quietly.
"What happened to guy's night out?" Skill asked.
"Maybe later if I feel better." Lucas responded.
'Lucas, I'm sorry." Mouth apologized once again.
"It's alright, c'mon, let me take you guys home. I promise I'll call later." Lucas answered hesitantly.
He didn't though.
Hours later he found himself in a dingy bar called Ravens trying to drink himself into a stupor but it just wasn't working. He'd already had a few shots of Southern Comfort and a rum and coke or three, he honestly stop counting after the first one.
He hated the fact that he was in this position, because he knew he gave Nathan power over him, and he had fucked Haley over.
When had life gotten so complicated?
Sighing softly and leaving his unfinished drink at the bar, he disappeared from the bar and climbed into his car. He wasn't drunk after all…
…before he could close the door, a hand stopped him in his tracks. "Scoot over I'm driving, we got to have a talk." Haley interrupted and Lucas' heart stopped beating for a moment's breath. He scooted over with no resistance.
"Shit." He mumbled quietly.
Haley didn't say anything, instead she turned the Camaro on, revved the engine and shifted, blaring down the street with a fiery roar. Minutes later they pulled into the river court and parked, cutting off the ignition and the headlights.
Lucas looked over at Haley through alcohol laden bloodshot eyes. She was unnerving him to the core, her face was stony and unreadable like a statue you would find in a museum, permanently frozen in its expression. "Are you going to say anything?" Haley demanded, her eyes alit with a icy ire that made Lucas shuffle his feet a little.
"I don't know what to say Hales…" Lucas answered quietly after a pregnant pause.
"How about this… Haley, I've been sleeping around with other women, including Nathan's fiancée. Let's go that route." She replied bitterly.
"Haley, you can't cheat on someone you're not with." Lucas responded defensively.
"So you're saying we're not together, that we're not sleeping with each other, living in the same household raising a child together. Or did you forget the last three years Lucas?" She asked.
"We have, we are, but we always said it in the beginning, no strings attached and all. You told me we were just fucking and nothing more…"
"We were never just fucking Luke." Haley bit out angrily.
Lucas looked at her, mouth agape. "How the hell was I supposed to know what you mean?" Lucas demanded. "You tell me we're just having fun and that it was all we were doing and now you tell me we're in some kind of committed relationship, it's not fair Hales." Lucas replied.
"How so, isn't that we couples do?" Haley asked.
"We're not a goddamn couple Hales, we never were. I was your best friend and that's it, the guy who helped you raise your son and that's all we were supposed to be." Lucas answered, sighing harshly.
"So you don't love me?" Haley asked quietly after a few seconds.
"It's not about love Haley. I love you, you're my best friend and at one point, no two points in time I fell in love with you, utterly and recklessly, but not again, not anymore. I'm not in love with you and you're not in love with me, we're just through the motions." Lucas replied softly.
"Going through the motions…" Haley repeated disbelievingly. "You've got to be kidding me Lucas. I gave you the last three years of my life, of my heart and I let you raise Jamie because I thought that's what you wanted…"
"No you didn't Hales. You dumped that responsibility on me. I love Jamie, more than anything in this world but don't forget what happened. You broke my heart twice for Nathan and then when Nathan kicked you to the curb you came to me and dumped the responsibility of husband and father on me. I'm not your toy Haley, you can't kick me back and forth and then expect me to be the same guy you were best friends with. You destroyed that guy." Lucas accused.
"So it's my fault I chose my husband over you?" Haley asked.
"Yes, look where it got you. It was your fault you left in the first place, and then when he gave you the cold shoulder you came running to me only to leave me the next morning and get with Nathan again. You've hurt me so bad… don't sit there and act like your hands are clean Hales." Lucas responded.
His head snapped to the side as she slapped him hard.
"So now you're punishing me, is that it?" she asked, her voice quivering.
"No, I love you too much to do that to you. I just thought we had a well defined boundary to what we were going to stick to and now you expect me to change where we should go because now after all this time you're ready for me.
"I'm not ready for you, I'm sure as hell not ready to have you jump back into Nathan's arms the next time I give you my heart so sorry if I'm a bit skittish." Lucas snapped.
"Was it worth it, this Peyton Sawyer?" Haley asked.
Lucas ran his fingers through his hair again. "I don't know Hales, probably not." Lucas answered. "It just happened alright, me and the guys were drinking and we were celebrating and shit happens, you of all people should know that."
Haley glared at him hard. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know… let's try this one. You marry Nate, make out with Chris Keller and sleep with me, while still married. I'm not throwing it in your face, but I am reminding you that shit happens." Lucas shot back at her.
"You… asshole." She breathed out, shaking with rage.
"Hales, I'm sorry." He apologized quickly.
"That's it. You're going to have to choose, it's either me and Jamie or all the girls you can have. I know I'm not much, I'm not special and I'm not pretty like Peyton or the Brooke Davis or Scarlette Johnson, but I'll be damned if I let another Scott walk all over me again. So that's your choice, either we do this right or I move out and you'll just be Jamie's uncle." Haley threatened.
"That's bullshit and you know it. You're not even in love with me, you're still hung up on Nathan and you want to demand shit from me like that?" Lucas asked angrily.
"Maybe you're right, maybe I'm still in love with Nathan." She confessed.
"I won't be your rebound." Lucas said pointedly.
Haley sighed. "You're right, it's not fair. Let's be like we used too, we won't sleep with each other anymore and if you fall for me and I fall for you, we'll be together. It's not right to demand your commitment if I can't give you my heart." Haley responded.
Lucas nodded numbly. "We had a good run though, a lot of great sex." He pointed out and she laughed and smacked his arm.
"Don't say that, it sounds like it'll never happen." Haley said gently, her voice an octave above a whisper.
"Who knows." Lucas replied quietly.
"I still love you Luke, I'll still come to the games and cheer you on." She offered weakly.
"Time is no man's friend and impatience is every man's enemy." Lucas quoted.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Haley asked.
"It means let's go home and we'll see what tomorrow brings for us." Lucas replied tiredly.
"Those that wait for tomorrow are doomed to live in the past." Haley quoted back.
The two of them drove to Karen's to pick up Jamie and the three of them, their circa of a broken family headed home. Lucas elected to sleep in one of the guest rooms after tucking Jamie into bed and as he laid in bed, contemplating the upcoming playoffs his phone vibrated on the nightstand.
Grabbing the iPhone he looked and saw he had a text message.
He opened it up.
704-342-3011: Hey sexy
Who the hell was that?
Luke responded with a 'Whose this?'
704-342-3011: Peyt
LucasScott: Why are you texting me?
704-342-3011: I was thinking of you, I miss you already. Can we meet up again? ; )
Lucas sighed.
LucasScott: No, I think I'll pass.
704-342-3011: Shame, I'm right outside your house. I'm soooo horny.
LucasScott: Stop fucking with me.
704-342-3011: Could of sworn you loved it as much as I did. And yes I'm outside, come out for a little bit.
He knew he probably shouldn't of gotten up. But the memory of Peyton and the alcohol swimming in his blood was working against him and his legs moved on their own accord. Sneaking downstairs quietly to not wake anyone else up, he looked out of his window and sure enough Peyton's white Lamborghini LP640 was parked directly in front of his house.
Opening up the door and heading out in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts and sandals he strode over to her car. The window was rolled down enough for him to see her ringlets of blonde hair and her devilish grin peering at him. "Are you out of you're fucking mind?" he hissed at her.
"Like I said I'm horny, hop in." she demanded candidly, her lips curving ever so sexily.
"Go sleep with my douchebag of a brother then." Lucas bit off harshly.
"Why when you're so much more fun?" she asked playfully. "Don't you want me anymore Lucas, or was it just a one night thing?" Peyton continued.
Lucas glared at her for a second. "You're my brother's fiancée, I'm not the type to fuck you knowing that." Lucas said, sighing softly.
"C'mon, hop in, let's talk." Peyton stated, motioning for him to get into the car. The butterfly doors opened upwards and Lucas walked around and climbed in. He knew he shouldn't of, but looking into her green eyes, he couldn't help himself.
Peyton drove them to the Tree Hill Inn and Peyton cut off the ignition and turned off the headlights once she parked in the parking lot. "I know what I did was wrong but I can't stop wanting you." Peyton whispered in his ear, her lips lingering playfully around his earlobe. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"No, it doesn't matter, you're still Nathan's fiancée." Lucas pointed out.
"If you cared that much we wouldn't be here, you never would of gotten in the car." She pointed out, taking his earlobe between her teeth and nibbling softly. "Come up to my room…please Lucas." She begged, running her tongue across his ear tantalizingly.
"Fuck." Lucas whispered, his manhood hardening on its own accord. "I shouldn't." he whispered.
Peyton grabbed his hand and slid it in between her miniskirt and pressed it again her damp lips. "I'm so wet for you Lucas, it's not right to let me go unsatisfied." She begged, pressing her lips to kiss his neck before biting down on his collarbone.
"Jesus…" Lucas groaned out, his erection straining against his shorts. He thanked God he wasn't wearing jeans.
"Alright." He caved in.
The two made their way out of the car and to Peyton's room at a brisk pace and as his arousal heightened, he grabbed her and pushed her up against the door to her room roughly and claimed her lips. Kissing her roughly, his hands trailed through her beautiful blonde curls and his erection pressed up against her inner thigh. "Inside now." She whispered and opened the door and they stumbled into her room and he never let go.
She wrapped her legs around his back wantonly and he carried to the bed before forcefully pinning her to the bed and she arched her back, grinding against him harder. Lucas grunted and slid his hands up her legs, relishing the feel of her calves against his fingertips. "Fuck you're so hot." Lucas whispered, his hands reaching towards her miniskirt and slowly pulling it down to reveal her moist lips.
Peeling off his tank top and shorts he climbed into bed with her and she tossed her top hap hazardously onto the floor. He nudged her legs apart and slid in between them and claimed her lips again, drinking in her taste.
It was like he couldn't get enough of her.
He was fucking intoxicated.
Suckling her lower lip in between his, his hands reached down and pinched her nipples softly, grinning in amusement as they hardened even more under his ministration. She moaned and his lips claimed her throat. "Inside me." She whispered and Lucas bit her collarbone playfully.
"You're not in charge here." Lucas replied dominantly. He used his thumb to press down on her clit and she whined and arched against him. His fingers penetrated her lips violently and she let out a scream and soaked his fingers in her juices.
"Fuck!" she yelped and before she could accustom herself to his fingers he pulled them out and stuck them in his mouth.
"You taste so good, divine actually." He complimented her.
She was breathing hard, her warm breath against his throat. "I want you Luke. Please…get inside me already." She said before letting out a mewl.
"Get on your knees." He demanded and flipped her onto her stomach, revealing her bare ass to him.
Peyton did as he requested and he nudged his hard erection in between her asscheeks, before thrusting forward hard.
Peyton bit down on her pillow to force herself not to scream again as she flooded him with juices. He continued thrusting in her hard and she loved every second of it, pushing back to match his thrusts with equal, unrelenting force.
He sheathed himself in her, feeling his orgasm nearing.
They were far from making love. They simply rutted like animals, violently and passionately and they both loved every second of it.
Her inner walls were squeezing him and suddenly he came with a roar, coating her insides with his orgasm and the two fell to the bed, the sheets sticky from bodily fluids. "I need a shower." Peyton exclaimed. Lucas looked into her haughty green eyes. "Care to join me?"
"Of course, I can't get enough of you Peyton." Lucas admitted. Taking her beautiful nakedness and burning a memory of it, he rolled out of bed. "C'mon." he motioned for her to follow him. She pulled off the top sheets of the bed and tossed them carelessly to the side.
As they clambered into the shower and cleaned themselves from what they had just done, Lucas pressed his hard on against Peyton's ass. "I wouldn't spend too much time cleaning yourself." He said.
"Why's that?" she asked coyly, grinding her ass against his dick.
"Because I'm going to fuck you stupid tonight. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't know who Nathan Scott is." Lucas said chuckling.
The two of them finally stopped around four in the morning and Peyton's phone vibrated softly. Making sure Lucas was asleep she grabbed it and looked to see who it was.
It was a text message from Nathan.
NathanScott: Everything going according to plan?
PeytonSawyer: You know it is.
End of chaper
A/N: Sorry for the delay and I'll apologize for the next delay I'll face. To begin and this isn't an excuse but as you know I'm deployed in the North Arabian sea right now and we had an Search and Rescue mission and between 16hrs a day of work and sleep I haven't gotten any time to write. Hopefully it gets better but I doubt it, so sorry if you have to wait a while again. But I did give you some Leyton to make up for it… Later.
A/N pt 2: This chapter was completed two months ago but comms were down as well as internet and email. I'm really sorry about that.