Chapter Thirteen
Sam set up the game system to where it could read their bodies. As a reward for being on their best behavior during the gala and for the rest of the week Lucas allowed the boys to break out the Xbox One and allowed them two games to play. Jamie picked out Dance Central 3 while Logan picked out Fortnight. Both boys were arguing which should be played first when Sam suggested a coin toss.
"I pick heads!" Logan said while bouncing on his feet.
"Alright Jamie that means you're tails…here we go…" she then tossed the coin up and allowed it to drop on the floor, watching it as it spins until it landed on tails. "Alright an hour of Dance Central…and Jamie has first choice."
"Yes!" Jamie said as he did a fist pump.
Sam put in the disk and made sure the Kinect was working properly. Once it scanned the players she sat down while Jamie and Logan began swiping through the song list then selected Dance Battle.
Jamie grinned and said, "Ooh I wanna do that one." Referring to Alexandra Stan Mr. Saxobeat and selected the medium level then picked Mo from Hi-Def crew as his avatar.
Logan picked Angel from Lu$h crew and then began the song.
Brooke walked in just in time to see Jamie begin dancing the first part of the choreography, getting mostly perfect scores, some hits and misses. Brooke smiled as she watched the boy laugh as he followed the steps to the best of his ability. Then it was Logan's turn. He rolled his eyes simply because he didn't like the song but did the steps as instructed. Jamie ended up with the highest score out of the two to which Logan pouted and crossed his arms and sat down and mumbled that he hated doing that song.
"That looks fun I wanna try!" Brooke exclaimed.
"Maybe you should go against Sam." Jamie suggested, wanting to see the two sister's battle it out.
Sam rolled her eyes, "Oh please, I'd destroy her."
Brooke looked at her, the expression on her face reading: is that so? "Oh really? Alright put your money where your mouth is. Fifty bucks says I beat your scrawny A.S.S!"
Easy money… Sam thought with a grin then declared, "You're so on!"
"Choose a song." Brooke said with a playful smirk.
"Okay! I will." she then turned to Jamie and said, "Step out so I can beat Brookie's butt right quick." Jamie smirked and sat next to Logan and waited for the show to begin. Sam looked at Brooke then asked, "You sure you want some of this?"
Brooke smirked and said, "Definitely. Are you ready?"
Sam decided to choose Moves like Jagger by Maroon 5 feat Christina Aguilera. She then selected Dare from the D-Coy crew while Brooke chose Emilia from Riptide crew. Sam then purposely chose Hardcore which is the hardest level on the game. She then had a little mercy and allowed Brooke to learn the steps through Practice. Brooke miss-stepped most of the steps on purpose. Little did Sam know, Brooke had played this particular game multiple times with Haley and Skills in his apartment on Friday nights after work as a way to work out the stress of the work day.
"Wow…you may as well give me the fifty bucks now." Sam taunted humorously after the lessons were over.
"Just start the Battle. I got this." She said with a laugh.
Sam did as she was told and started the song then began to dance. Brooke let loose and really showed her little sister that she didn't have this as locked down as she thought she did. Lucas walked in and watched the two dance to the song and was impressed with her moves. Brooke beat Sam easily by three hundred thirteen thousand points.
"Not so cocky huh?" Brooke taunted with a breathless laugh. The routine was tough after all.
"You scammed me!" Sam cried with disbelief.
"I want a crack at it." Lucas announced which surprised everyone in the room.
"I want to go against you Daddy!" Jamie said excitedly.
"No I wanna go!" Logan argued.
Sam halted the fight before it could start and said, "Since Jamie won the round between you two he goes first. And then it could be your turn Lo."
Jamie chose Mo again while Lucas chose Bodie from Riptide crew. Jamie won by just a few hundred points after choosing Sexy and I know it by LMFAO and set the difficulty on Hardcore. Lucas did amazing and looked completely sexy while doing it despite Karen's interruption by demanding what they were doing.
"What does it look like we were doing mom?" Lucas asked breathlessly, "We're playing around."
"Shouldn't they be learning something useful instead of on that contraption." She then looked towards Brooke and said, "I bet this was your idea."
Lucas exhaled, "Actually it was my idea. They have been behaving themselves lately so this is their reward for that behavior."
It was obvious that Karen wanted to say more but refrained from doing so. But judging by her expression it was also obvious that she did not approve of the activity they were partaking in. Instead she walked out of the room without another word.
"Alright who's next?" Lucas asked with a faux cheery voice.
Brooke smirked and stepped up, "I'll take you on…"
Lucas chose In Da Club by 50 cent and picked Bodie for an avatar while Brooke picked Emilia. He chose hard then smirked. Brooke however was ready and had out scored him even though it was a close call.
"Is there anything you can't do?" he asked laughingly.
"Keep me around and find out." She teased with a wink. Sometimes she wondered how they even got here. Looking back she couldn't stand him but now he was as close to her as Haley and her crew.
"Hey! Where did you go just then?"
Brooke had realized that the boys had changed games and were now playing against each other on Fortnight. "Um…I was just thinking about when we first met and how I used to have all these questions about how you got to be the way you are. The moment I met your mother they were all answered."
Lucas chuckled a little and nodded, "Good point."
-x-
The next day Brooke and Sam took the twins for a walk in the park—all of them needing fresh air, Brooke needed it most of all to get away from strangling Karen. After the gala things were even more tense between her and Karen, but Brooke allowed the snobby cattiness of Karen to roll off of her back—reminding herself that she had a job to complete before she could run back to the States. No matter how much she wished to.
"Did you know that if you clank your teeth together repeatedly you can hear what clapping would sound like if we had no skin?" Jamie asked randomly as they walked along the sidewalk.
"No I did not know that! You're a font of information, you know that Jamie Scott?" Brooke said with a laugh as she ruffled his blonde hair.
Jamie gave her a proud smile and nodded, "Sure do…my nana says it all the time."
"Really she does?" She asked, forcing the bitterness of her tone down for him. In all honesty Brooke couldn't imagine Karen with a nurturing bone in her body but she kept that to herself.
"Mm-hmm. She says that to me too when I say something that she doesn't know." Logan answered, putting his two cents into the conversation. "Like…Brussels Belgium is the worlds capital for chocolate. They have chocolate everywhere."
Her eyebrows rose almost to her hairline in shock. "How did you know that?"
"Because I love chocolate and I asked Sam to look it up for me so that Daddy can take me there one day." Logan answered simply as he swung his hand in hers, making hers swing with his.
Sam confirmed his story with a proud nod and a smile, "Yeah the little runt wouldn't stop pestering me until I did what he asked." She said as she lifted him up and jostled him playfully, grinning as she heard the peels of his laughter.
"Brooke can I get a piggyback ride?" Logan asked as soon as Sam put him down on his feet.
"Sure." Brooke said as she bent down and allowed Logan to get on her back. She then spotted a concession stand and asked, "You guys want a treat?"
"Yeah!" Jamie and Logan cheered happily at the sound of that.
"What do you guys want?" Sam asked as the foursome approached the stand.
"I want blue cotton candy!" Logan exclaimed.
"And I want ice cream!" Jamie added eagerly.
Brooke looked to her sister and asked, "And you Sammy bear?"
"Ugh don't call me that! And what are you two laughing at goofballs?" she said as the twins began laughing at her expense. "Get me some nachos." She then walked with them to a nearby bench.
Brooke walked to the concession stand and began ordering, "I want one blue cotton candy, two sundae cones, and nachos."
The concessions lady had a willowy figure with her strawberry-blonde hair in a long French braid, lively bright blue eyes and a sunny smile as she replied, "Ça fera six cinquante-trois francs." (That'll be six fifty-three francs)
Brooke gave her the money and took the tray of food concession lady provided. "Merci beaucoup." She said gratefully before walking to Sam and the boys with her bounty. (Thank you so much.) Brooke handed out their snacks and was greeted with merry cheers from the boys. "One for you, one for you, one for you and one for me…"
Just as Sam started eating her nachos the boy from the mansion in Ile De France walked up, having recognized her. Sam's eyes widened and a blush warmed her cheeks as he approached closer while waving to her. Brooke smiled as she saw the look on her little sisters face and looked at the cute teenage boy walking up to them.
"What's this? My little sister has a crush?" Brooke asked as she nudged her gently with her shoulder.
"I do not! He's just a friend."
"Sure…" Brooke said with a knowing smirk. "I'm sure a friend wouldn't care that you have cheese from your top lip."
Sam hurriedly wiped the cheese from her top lip just before he made it to them.
"Hey Jack!" Logan exclaimed upon seeing him.
"Hey little dudes!" he said with a gentle smile. His eyes settled on Sam and said in a totally different tone, "Hey Sam."
Brooke smiled, "You're the new gardener aren't you?"
Jack was surprised to see her but answered anyway, "Yes ma'am…"
Sam nodded her head at him and asked, "How's it goin Jack?" her expression completely neutral.
"It's going…" he answered with a timid laugh as he rocked on his heels nervously. He then exhaled and added, "Listen I was just going to the fair and I was wondering if you would like to come with me?"
Sam couldn't believe that he was technically asking her out in front of her sister and the kids. Her mouth worked but nothing came out to her immense mortification.
"She would love to!" Brooke answered for her with a bright smile.
Sam looked at her sister with slightly widened eyes and tried to subtly send Brooke a message before turning back to Jack. "I can't! I'm working right now." she finally said.
"Oh. Well when can I see you again?" he asked, obviously very interested in securing a date.
Sam fidgeted before she answered, "I don't know…um maybe tomorrow?"
Jack nodded, "Okay, see you then."
Brooke looked between the two and sighed. They were so into each other that it was a little sad. The siblings watched the lanky curly haired boy walk away towards the fair. She turned to Sam and said, "Well that was interesting."
"Leave it alone Brooke." She said before she resumed eating her nachos.
"Ookay…" she said with a slight smile. "Although I really think he likes you."
"He does and she likes him too." Jamie chimed in before going back to eating his ice cream.
Sam rolled her eyes then said, "Shut up."
"You so like him!" Brooke teased with a dimpled grin.
"You're all jerks!" she said before putting cheese in Brooke's hair which led to a smear war in the park.
-x-
Brooke was so excited to be going home for Reverie's Fifth Annual Basketball Game. Haley had called after Sam and the kids returned from the park and reminded her of the competition. She readily agreed, having missed her crew and her restaurant so much that she couldn't wait to go back—even if only for a few days. It wasn't that she didn't love Paris—she truly did. But she missed her apartment, her work-family and her parents. She even missed her customers—even the surly ones. She packed her suitcase and made sure that she had everything she needed.
"What are you doing?" Lucas asked as he walked into the room, watching her zip up her suitcase. She looked exquisite in her burgundy long sleeve sweater, dark denim jeans and black skinny heeled boots, her hair styled in a low chignon bun.
"I thought I told you about the basket ball game that Reverie throws every year." She replied as she turned to face him. "Its in a few days."
He walked further into the room until he was close enough to hold her, "And I thought that was a few weeks ago?"
"It was supposed to happen then but one of my cooks got injured and the restaurant we were going against had something happen to one of theirs as well—so it was rescheduled." She explained as she found herself wrapped in his embrace.
"You're leaving me?" he asked as he looked down at her intently, his eyes boring into hers, his finger drawing a line down her bare arm in a way that made her shiver, sensitive from his touch.
"Its only for a few days." Brooke said as he continued to peer down at her. "More or less."
"More or less huh?" he said with narrowed eyes, his hands smoothing up and down her silky arms.
She breathed in and nodded, "More or less. Depending on the flight."
"When do you have to leave?" his eyes now on her suitcase.
Brooke sighed, "Tomorrow at 9:50 am."
Lucas nodded and released her only to grab her luggage, "Alright…come with me. I want to take you somewhere."
"And we need my luggage why?" she asked as she walked out of her room with him.
He stopped when he spotted Gaston walking the halls which caused her to halt her steps as well. "Gaston…pourriez-vous prendre cela en bas et l'apporter à la voiture et informer Jacque de démarrer la voiture s'il vous plaît?" (could you take this downstairs and bring it to the car and inform Jacque to start the car please?)
Gaston nodded and grabbed the luggage from Lucas and replied, "Tout de suite monsieur." (Right away sir.)
Brooke smiled as they walked to his black MKT Lincoln Town car where Jacque stood waiting with the door already opened for them. Brooke smiled at Jacque just before entering the car. Lucas whispered instructions to Jacque before following behind her.
"One more thing…" Lucas turned to Brooke the instant that Jacque walked to get in the drivers seat, removing his tie from his shirt then tied it over her eyes.
"What are you doing?" she exclaimed as her vision was obscured by the makeshift blindfold.
He chuckled then replied, "It's a surprise."
Brooke could hear the smile in his voice as he tied the cloth over her eyes which brought a smile to her face. "A surprise?"
"Yes a surprise." He said just before kissing her jawline.
Brooke bit her lip as a quiver raced through her body as the soft heat of his lips brushed her jawline combined with the way his hand settled on her knee, the hot sensation going straight to her center. "The anticipation is killing me!" she said after they were riding in the car for twenty-nine minutes.
Lucas chuckled as her hand squeezed his, her body practically bouncing in her seat. "I know, I know! Just a little further…" A few minutes later the car came to a complete stop. Brooke heard the car door open and felt Lucas exit the car. "Come on Pretty Girl, we're here." He said as he took her hand in his.
"Can I take this thing off now?" Brooke asked as she scooted along the seat with his assistance until she was out of the car.
"Yes…hang on a second…" He then removed the blindfold.
She blinked before looking around, noticing that they were on a pier near then asked, "Where are we?"
Lucas leaned in and answered, "We…are on the Seine…and we are about to board the Bateaux and we are going to stay overnight. I figured that we could spend some quality time together." Lucas led her aboard the elegant boat for a vivid tour of the City of Lights.
Brooke was overjoyed simply because she had never been on a cruise before and she had barely had time to tour the city properly with everything going on with the hotel and drama at home with his mother.
He looked at her inquiringly and asked, "Do you like it?"
She nodded, "I always wanted to tour Paris but we've both been so busy—"
"That's why we're making time now." He said as he held her soft hand within his.
Experience one of the most romantic dinners as you cruise on the River Seine. They were seated at a table and enjoyed a four course meal. Mini Tarts Flambés for hors d'oeuvres, a bite sized version of tart flambé, a traditional Alsatian tart using smoked bacon and onions that was delicious. Chicken canapés for an appetizer, the meat used in the canapé had been made a spread that was served on top of toast slices of baguettes. Mushrooms and cheese were added while grated cheese was sprinkled over the assembled canapés. For the main course Duck à l'orange that had the crispiest skin and best flavor.
Their meal was accompanied by live music, making for one of the most magical experiences as she savored the lovely sights that Paris had to offer. The cruise boat passed through the Monnaie, and glide down a narrow arm of the Seine River. Brooke watched in wonder as they cruised along the river past attractions like the Louvre Museum, Hôtel de Ville, Tuileries Garden, and towards Paris's iconic Eiffel Tower, thoroughly enjoying the beauty of the lights.
"I thought of you when I saw this…" Lucas murmured as he presented her with a velvet box wrapped in a red bow just as they were served dessert.
"Lucas you did not have to get me anything!" she said with widened yet pleased eyes.
"I know I didn't have to. I wanted to." He said as he watched her gingerly take it from his hand.
"Is this a guilt gift?" Brooke asked with a deadpanned expression.
He looked at her in confusion and asked, "A what?"
"A guilt gift—you know, a gift you give when you've done or said something you shouldn't have." She explained as if it was the most obvious reason in the world.
Lucas chuckled as he shook his head humorously, "Brooke I am telling you this now…I have never given a gift for that reason."
"Then why?" she asked, still baffled as to why he would get her anything. Especially a gift that required a jewelry box.
He looked at her in confusion and asked, "Why what?"
"Why did you get me a gift? Are you trying to bribe me or something—"
"No!" he practically exploded, wondering why she was questioning his motives when all he had wanted to do was something nice for her simply because she came to mean a lot to him. "God, I just got it for you just because…"
Her brows furrowed as she asked, "Because of what?"
"That's it: Just because…" he said, his voice laced with humor and anxiousness. "Now can you open it up for me. Please?"
Brooke opened the velvet box and her eyes widened as she beheld the 3 prong triple strand diamond and ruby necklace. "Oh my God! You really shouldn't have—"
Lucas removed the necklace from the jewelry case and walked around the table until he was standing behind her. He then fastened the 16 inch necklace around her neck as he told her softly, "Sixteen point ninety-six carats in diamonds…fourteen karat of white gold…" he said as his fingers caressed along her collarbone.
Brooke gasped at the cool sensation of the metal and jewels against her warm skin, along with the touch of his fingertips softly stroking her skin. "I'm…speechless…" she said, truly stunned at his surprise.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead before saying tenderly, "I would give you the world if it were mine to give Brooke Davis."
She watched him take his seat again and replied, "It really is stunning but…I can't possibly take this…"
Lucas chuckled and joked, "After putting up with my mother—I say you can and you should—"
Brooke's eyes widened and her mouth agape as she accused him. "I knew it was a guilt gift!"
He rolled his eyes then exclaimed, "It's not! I swear it's not that…I just appreciate you and I wanted to show you—that's all! You've accepted my children, stuck around despite my mothers best efforts to drive you away—" he then cursed, shaking his head at himself. "I should've known you wouldn't have liked it—God I can't believe I'm blundering this…"
He then sighed and started over, "Brooke I've never had a woman like you—who's passionate and knows exactly who she is and what she wants. Someone who can stand against my mother repeatedly and not go insane…you've made me laugh, was there when I would be on the verge of a breakdown with the stress I deal with…I love you so much. I just wanted to convey that by giving you this necklace."
"Luke it's not that I don't like it!" Brooke said in a rush, not wanting him to think that she didn't appreciate such an extravagant gift. "I really do love it—it's just I've never owned anything so beautiful. I wouldn't even know how to begin to take care of it…I would constantly be afraid if I wore it, it would fall off my neck."
"If you're really worried then we can put it up in a vault."
"I will wear it for big occasions…" She promised.
"That's fair. But for tonight I want to see you wear it…will you?" he asked sincerely. "You look so beautiful with it on."
Brooke nodded, "Sure…"
"Do you want to dance Pretty Girl?" Lucas asked just as the musicians began playing A Thousand Years by Christina Perri, offering her his hand. Brooke took it without hesitation and they stood to their feet, walking a short distance and began slow dancing to the music.
The female singers voice sultry and melodic as she began singing, "Heart beats fast. Colors and promises. How to be brave. How can I love when I'm afraid to fall. But watching you stand alone…All of my doubt, suddenly goes away somehow. One step closer…I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more…" Brooke rested her cheek against the solid wall of his chest, smelling the intoxicating scent of his cologne, his heart pounding against her ear, could feel the way his breath softly shift her hair as they danced along to the song. "Time stands still. Beauty in all she is. I will be brave. I will not let anything, take away. What's standing in front of me. Every breath, every hour has come to this. One step closer…I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more…And all along I believed, I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more. One step closer…One step closer…I have died everyday, waiting for you. Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more. And all along I believed, I would find you. Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years. I'll love you for a thousand more…"
Once the song was over they stopped dancing and gave the singer and the band a round of applause. The song making the couple consider their feelings for each other and how deeply those feelings ran.
They finally reached the iron lattice tower as it burst into what appears as golden, effervescent sparkles for five captivating minutes. Lucas however wasn't looking at the light show. His attention directed on the uninhibited joy on the face of the woman beside him; enthralled by her bright smile, the flush of her cheeks and the sparkle in her hazel green eyes—Hell he barely noticed the way the jewels reflected the light show—too enamored by Brooke Davis. A gentle smile growing on his own lips as he beheld her elation. He knew that he would do anything to see that look on her face again.
"It looks so amazing from here!" she gasped with a giddy laugh, taking in the experience fully. "Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?!"
"I wouldn't say most…" Lucas voiced, his hooded eyes still centered on her.
Brooke continued looking at the Tower even though she was a little confused and asked, "What's more beautiful than the Eiffel Tower lit up at night?"
Lucas stroked the angle of her jaw and replied seriously, "I'm looking right at her…and she's the most dazzling, mesmerizing, stunningly remarkable woman I've ever met and I have completely fallen in love with her."
Brooke turned and saw the way he was looking at her and her heart began to pound, the emotion of those words effecting her in a profound way. Her eyes flicked up to his just before Lucas slowly lifted her chin as he bent his head and captured her lips in a PG kiss that slowly grew in intensity. She moaned softly and melted in his embrace, the sublime sensations racing through her blood stream as he deepened the kiss, his tongue weaving around hers enticingly. Brooke found herself wrapping her arms around his neck just as his hands settled on her waist, both wanting to be as close as possible but still knew that they were in public.
When they parted he rested his forehead against hers and said, "I take it that you feel the same way?"
"Of course Boyfriend…the feelings are definitely mutual." She said with a tremulous smile, a soft sigh leaving her lips.
"I want to hear you say it…please say it for me Pretty Girl." He begged teasingly even though he was very serious.
She reached up and stroked his cheek then admitted with a dimpled smile, "I love you Lucas Scott…I love the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you say my name—your gorgeous smile…you have no idea how fast my heart beats when I see you. I love you."
Lucas brushed the strands of her hair that came loose from her chignon and from her face tenderly. "So beautiful…" he murmured before giving her another delicate kiss, one that made her heart melt and her knees weak.
When the boat moored near Gare de Lyon after the cruise, the couple retreated to their private cabin on the boat where there was roses shaped in the form of a heart awaiting on the bed and champagne in ice along with two champagne glasses on the bedside table with white tea candles casting a soft glow in the room. Brooke turned to Lucas just in time for his lips to meet hers again in a soft buoyant kiss. She breathed a sigh as he backed her further into the room, until her knees hit the bed. She laid back until she was fully on her back and Lucas followed her down, slow loving kisses seducing her senses, his fingertips stroking the smoothness of her face. She felt completely enveloped in him, the scent of him, the feel of his body against hers, the taste of him.
Lucas was in no particular hurry. Instead he continued kissing her unhurriedly; his body pressed against hers enticingly, his hand smoothing along her cheek and the side of her neck, his touch gentle even as her body felt as if it would catch aflame with the building desire within her. Whenever they were alone in bed it was usually very explosive on both ends. This time neither of them felt the need to rush anything. Instead they relished the slow pace, content with kissing and cuddling until the need for more moved them to touching. Brooke felt the hard planes of his biceps and down his taut abs and moaned, no matter how many times they were like this it always felt like the first time but better. Her hand journeyed back up to his chest and circled his pebble like nipple through his shirt.
Lucas closed his eyes and groaned, knowing that he vowed to himself that tonight they were going to take things slow—no matter how much it felt like it was killing him. Oh but it was an exquisite torture, he thought as she lifted his shirt to touch his bare skin. He seemed to understand the nights theme of taking things slowly, her hands feeling his body until he stopped her saying, "Tonight's about you…"
"But—" she was interrupted by a kiss meant to silence her. And she absolutely fell for it, luxuriating in it as his tongue tasted her at his leisure. "I want to touch you too…" she said after he parted from her lips. Lucas kissed her neck just before rolling away. "Where are you going?"
"Nowhere. Now sit up." He said in a soft stern voice, his eyes eyeing her hungrily in the soft glow of the candlelight. Brooke obeyed and sat up then waited patiently. Lucas knelt behind her and removed her sweater from her, mussing her hair even more than it already was. Next came the white silk camisole, leaving her in her pretty demi push up bra, the lace cups overlaid with soft pleated mesh—enhancing her curves enticingly. Lucas stared at her reflection for a split second, acknowledging the fact that her breasts looked spectacular in it before removing it completely.
She shivered again and bit her lip as his hands brushed along her naked sides until they reached the front of her jeans. His hands unbuttoned each button of her jeans until it was left agape, revealing the top of her matching thong. He then pulled them down until she could kick them off, leaving her only in her thong. "Now lay on your stomach Pretty girl…" he said huskily just before her took her earlobe between his lips and gave a brief suck.
Brooke did as he said and laid on her stomach, the scent of the roses heady along with the sensations racing through her. She felt something warm and slick pour onto her lower back, bathing the room in a delicious vanilla scent to accompany the scent of roses.
And then she felt his strong hands. She sighed automatically relaxing as he began giving her a sensual massage, running his fingers along her back, spine and her supple thighs in slow, lingering, circular motions to wake up her senses. As he was rubbing down her body, he made small appreciative grunts as he rubbed her cheeks, watching the way her stressed muscles slacken into dreamy repose while showing her how much he loved her delicious body before moving back up and repeating the motions.
"That feels soo good…" she moaned, feeling both relaxed and charged up. Especially when she felt his lips brushing the place where her neck met her shoulder softly, his breath sending a slight shiver through her body as he spent a few minutes lightly breathing on the nape of her back, behind her ear, and back over her shoulder where her bra strap fell moments before he removed it. He continued smoothing the oil over her body before skimming his lips over her skin, sending another shiver through her. That shiver turned to a tremor as he began suckling lightly on those same spots with a surprising nip here and there.
Lucas turned her head, capturing her lips in a slow kiss, she moaned in surprise at the taste of vanilla on his lips but then moaned in pleasure as his tongue entered her mouth, kneading his tongue against hers leisurely. Once he ended the kiss, he gave her a heated look and said, "Turn over."
Brooke obeyed him and laid on her back, her eyes seeing just how much he really desired her as his heated gaze trailed up and down, scanning every dip and curve of her body. But there was also restraint there as if he were doing his best to hold himself from taking her. She bit her lip because it was such an unexpected and sexy combination that it made her even more hot and bothered than she already was. She watched in fascination as Lucas poured the sweet smelling oil onto her chest, breasts, belly, down her legs and feet. He licked his lips and began massaging her front, running his fingers along her neck, shoulders, arms, ribs, stomach, legs, inner thighs…making those sexy noises as he did so. He then kissed her lightly, everywhere—appreciating her form in a way he hadn't before—the temptation to lose control and take her was very hard to resist but he continued to follow through with his plan.
Lucas lovingly framed her face in his hands and kissed her gingerly. He then released her messy chignon and grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her lustily. He then traced his fingers along her thighs and briefly touched between her legs. She practically bucked her hips in response to his caress, seeking out more. She had never been as dripping wet as she was tonight, the thin fabric of her thong drenched.
"I want more…" she breathed after he removed his fingers from her crotch.
He smirked, liking this slow pace despite his body feeling as if he would explode with his desire for the woman looking at him with those smoky hazel eyes pleading, that kiss swollen pink lip caught between her teeth. "Be patient baby girl…do you trust me?" he asked huskily, running his fingers over her stomach, her hip bones, down her hips, on the inside and outside of her thighs.
Brooke was going crazy but she wanted to see where he was going with this, so she nodded—even though she felt as if a whirlpool of lust was building and building within her. Lucas slowly made his way back to her dripping core before he ripped the flimsy fabric of her thong. She moaned/hissed in relief as his fingers finally found their way inside her wetness. Lucas started with slow, long strokes, working her purposefully.
"Oooh Lucas…" she keened breathlessly, her sheath gripping his fingers desperately while her hands gripped the bedspread to keep herself from shoving his head between her legs because that's what she desperately wants. Lucas continued his languid pace, rediscovering her G-spot which made her groan with impatience. "More…Please…"
Smirking he removed his fingers and sucked them, loving the taste of her combined with the sweet oil then replied, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes. But I need…" she trailed off as he grasped a rose petal and traced a pathway down her neck, collar bone, breasts, nipples, rib cage, stomach, hips, legs, inner thighs, calves, the crease where her thigh meets her groin, where her pubic hair would be if she hadn't waxed…he followed that up with tender kisses—kissing her everywhere adoringly. Multiple times.
He then grabbed a pillow and tossed it on the floor before grasping her by the hips and brought her to him until her ass was at the edge of the bed. He then kneeled on the plush pillow and placed her feet on his shoulder for a little more balance. "I'll be here for a while so don't mind me. You just relax and enjoy…"
She felt like she was on the edge of the Empire State Building—ready for the inevitable plunge as he used his heated breath to stimulate the nerve endings of her womanhood, heightening the suspense, which turned her on even more—if that were possible—before diving in. Only he didn't exactly dive as he usually did. Instead as he had all night—he took his precious time.
Brooke felt as if she were floating on the river of ecstasy as Lucas bestowed endearing kisses on her labia and vulva that turned to licking and gentle suckling—spending quality time on that area before paying any attention to her engorged clit. He lightly began suckling on the external part of her clitoris, devouring her at his complete requiescence. He then began suckling directly on the hard pearl, varying from suckling and licking—worshiping the engorged button, ratcheting her pleasure impossibly higher.
She gasped while Lucas groaned as he continued slurping her up as if she were the finest dish he ever tasted, his tongue circling her clit in maddening hoops. Brooke tightly shut her eyes as he took her to heights that she hadn't experienced before, he brought her so high that she could barely breathe because the pleasure was too immense. Brooke gasped, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her until her knuckles turned white from the force—feeling that if she didn't she was really afraid she would float away.
This wasn't just sex…he was showing her that she really did mean something to him—that she was sacred to him, treating her pleasure like her body was a temple, oral sex an act of prayer and eventually lovemaking as an accordance with honoring his goddess. Lucas savored every sensation, every moan, every tender kiss, every orgasm…watching her unfurl in ecstasy while bonding to her even further than he had with anyone else. He wanted to show Brooke how much he felt for her and that his mother would never influence him where she's concerned. That was the purpose of tonight.
Brooke wasn't sure how many orgasms she experienced under his tireless tongue but she finally had to tap his head and rasp, "Enough please…no more…"
Lucas stood to his feet, his face flushed and slick with her response. He licked his lips and practically purred, "Delicious." He then climbed in bed and laid beside her, bringing her in close.
"What about you?" she panted, feeling more than a little guilty that she hadn't touched him as intimately as he touched her.
"What about me? I told you tonight is about you."
"God Lucas—I want you inside me in the worst way right now. Please…" she pleaded.
Lucas looked down at her and it was the sexiest sight ever. Her slightly tanned skin glowing, practically shimmering from the oil and sweat as her voluptuous body trembled with passion. The sight made him ache as his cock became even more rigid. "Believe me I want you too pretty girl."
"Then what's holding you back?" she asked before pushing him on his back, her hand rubbing his thick, pulsating length through his trousers. Brooke watched his eyes slowly close, his breathing becoming harsher the firmer her touch became. She knew that she wasn't really playing fair—especially when she knew that he had spent so much time pleasuring her but she wanted to feel him filling her desperately.
"I told you—tonight isn't about me." He groaned then hissed as her hand found its way inside his pants to wrap around his erection.
"You're right—it's about us." She replied just before leaving nibbling kisses along his neck before suckling on a particular spot before lifting his black V-neck shirt, nudging him to sit up a little so she could pull it over his head. "Why aren't you naked?"
"Because I knew I would lose control and be inside you much sooner than I planned." He replied breathlessly as her lips traveled along his chest.
"Really?" she asked, her hand finding the bottle he used on her. She then squeezed some of the sweet smelling oil on his naked skin and began her own massage therapy, enjoying the slick ripples of his muscles along her fingertips as they made their journey from his pecs to his abs. "You must be aching." She said as she once again stroked his length through his pants.
He clenched his teeth and rasped, "You have no idea."
Brooke said nothing else. Instead she managed to straddle him despite her trembling legs and found other uses for her mouth, kissing him softly, sucking on his lower lip. Before long she was kissing her way down, starting at his neck, licking his bobbing Adam's apple, chest, nipples—flicking her tongue over each hardened nub. She moaned, turning herself on with her exploration of him. She continued on, kissing his rib cage, each muscle of his luscious abs up until she came to his tented trousers. She deftly unbuttoned the top button then carefully unzipped the zip. "Lift up."
He did as she commanded and lifted his hips so she could remove his pants and underwear at the same time and kicked them off. She teased him by starting her journey all over again, building the anticipation/sexual tension as she dragged her silky hair over him slowly as well as her lips, teasing his muscled inner thighs—that bunched delightfully under her touch. Lucas gasped as she ran her fingertip along the underside of his eager shaft which jumped a little at the caress as well as releasing a bead of pre-cum. Brooke then gently palmed his testicles with her oil slicked hands, applying little pressure while her face hovered over the head of his cock. She then licked her way up from base to tip before taking him fully in her mouth in one fell swoop.
"Damn!" he gritted in surprise as she enveloped him in that manner. He then groaned in a different way as she chose to take her time, alternating from slowly licking the head to completely sliding her mouth down and then up, with a sucking motion. His fingers ruffled through her tresses as she continued driving him crazy. His grip tightened slightly as she suckled each testicle and hummed, "Fuck Brooke…I'm on the edge enough as it is…"
She released him and asked, "Then what are you waiting for?"
Lucas nudge her until she lay on her back again and positioned himself between her thighs. He held his cock in his hand and rubbed the soft head of it over her clitoris until she was close to another orgasm. At the last minute he inhaled and groaned deeply as he slowly entered her sheath, savoring the moment, feeling every inch of her slick flesh as he pressed in. Brooke gasped as she felt the fullness of him buried deep inside her, her body quivering with ecstasy. He began a sluggish pace, their legs sliding against each other as he moved within her. Lucas leaned down and captured her gasping mouth, needing to kiss her—needing every inch of him connected to her. Brooke accepted his kiss amorously, her hands clutching his sweat slick back as he worked her body, keeping their pelvises close while maintaining constant pressure on her clitoris. His hand cupped her breast as she moved in small circles with her hips pressed against his and rubbed her clit against his pelvic bone.
Before either knew it their climax was upon them, exploding like a powerful powder keg. Their cries were smothered in a desperate kiss as their essence mixed and mingled and finally leaking out of her. Brooke sighed after Lucas removed himself and rolled onto his side but then squealed with a short laugh as he brought her in close, pressed as tight to each other as possible.
She felt more intimately, emotionally and sexually connected to Lucas than she had with anyone. "I love your gorgeous blue eyes, transparent and full of light like the sky…" she murmured softly after awhile, looking into those poignant eyes, her hand continuously brushing his silky blonde hair.
"Really?"
"Yeah…"
A slow smile graced his face as he asked, "What else do you love?"
Brooke chuckled then kinked her eyebrow and replied, "That's confidential information there Mr. Scott…"
"You want to know what I love about you?" he asked while mindlessly stroking her hip.
"What do you love about me?" she asked with a smile.
"I'm extremely in love with that smile." He said as his eyes lowered on her lips which made her smile bigger to where her dimples were displayed. "Especially when you show me those bewitching dimples." Brooke then yawned. "Someone's tired…"
Brooke bit back another yawn and replied, "Well can you blame me…tonight was wonderful. I loved every minute of it. Thank you."
Lucas kissed her nose then said, "You're welcome…you deserve to be pampered. Now go ahead and rest. You have a flight to catch in the morning."
She exhaled already falling into a deep peaceful sleep, completely at ease in his arms. "Goodnight Boyfriend…."
"Goodnight pretty girl. I love you…" Lucas kissed her forehead lovingly before getting out of bed and reaching for his pants. He pulled out his phone and dialed up his on-call pilot saying as quietly as possible, "Marvin I need you to prep the jet. We need to go to Chicago this afternoon."
"Yes sir. I'll get right on it Mr. Scott. See you later." Marvin said groggily before hanging up.
Lucas then made another call and said, "Jacques changement de plans ... J'ai besoin que vous veniez nous chercher au quai et que vous nous conduisiez à l'aéroport dans huit heures." (Jacques change of plans...I need you to come pick us up at the dock and drive us to the airport in eight hours.) After ending that call he climbed back in bed and brought her body back to him, snuggling her once again while feeling the weight of physical exhaustion just before sinking into a deep slumber.
-x-
"What time did you have to leave?" he asked the moment she opened her eyes, the sun shining through the blinds letting her know its past sunup. "I think you overslept."
"Can you blame me after the night I had? Then again I love sex. I love everything about it: the sensations, the smells. I especially love the feel of a man. All that muscle and sinew pressed against my body. And then when you add friction. MMMmmmm. The tactile sensation of running my tongue over a man's nipple ever so gently. And then there's the act itself; two bodies becoming one in that final eruption of pleasure…" Brooke teased before turning over, rubbing her bleary eyes. She bit her lip, looking at his deliciously handsome face, liking the sight of him first thing in the morning. Snapping herself out of her trance she looked at the clock. "I have to be there before six p.m. so I would have to leave…as of forty minutes ago. Shit." She said with a groan after looking at the digital clock on the bed side table.
Lucas kissed her shoulder tenderly then asked, "Were you flying commercial?"
"Yeah…I was." She said before moaning as he began caressing her breasts, his lips kissing her neck softly, inciting her desires slowly but surely. "But it was worth missing my flight. Besides I doubt I'd be able to move just yet anyway. It seems that my lover has other plans for me…"
"Damn right I do…especially after that little confession you made…but first I want to talk…"
Her dark brows kinked in mild confusion. "What do we need to talk about?"
"I want to go with you back home."
"Why? Other than you'd miss me too much."
"That is the main of it. But I want to meet your parents." he said as he stroked her bare arm mindlessly, unable to go a second without touching her in someway. "And I want to go public about our relationship."
"We weren't public yet?" she asked, sitting up a little, now fully awake.
Lucas shook his head, "Not exactly. The tabloids are still guessing as to who you are and what our relationship pertains. I told only my close family and friends about us but I'm usually a private man when it comes to tabloids and such—"
"What do you mean usually?" she asked, a little confused about his statement.
"Usually…as in: I was the quintessential playboy…never settling down—even though I came close once with my kids mother but she didn't want that from me." He explained as he looked at her, loving the way the morning sun made her skin glow in it's light. "Baby, I have never felt this way about a woman before—I never shared this kind of intimacy with anyone. And I'm pretty sure that I will sound like a pig for admitting this but I never allowed myself to spend the night with someone. Definitely no morning after conversation or making love. But with you—you have my entire heart and I am completely in thrall of you and I want the entire world to know that I'm in love with Brooke Davis. And that one day I intend to marry her."
For once Brooke Davis was left speechless.