"Picture this… you, me, in a cabin with a bear skin rug in front of a fireplace, Jacuzzi tub where we can have all the bubble baths you can stand, and a bottle of champagne." Lucas said as he leaned against the wall, effectively trapping her against the wall.
Brooke wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled lovingly as she said, "Sounds like heaven."
"When do you want to go?"
"Hmm…good question. How about this weekend?"
"I can't this weekend. I gotta go with my uncle fishing." He said regretfully, really wanting to be with her but family duties called.
Brooke's face fell slightly, but she understood. "Oh okay, well how about next weekend then?"
Lucas nodded, "Yeah, I can swing that. It'll be perfect. Just you, me, and no one else for miles around." He leaned in closer, their breaths mingling as he spoke.
The week dragged by for both of them, filled with studying, final exams, and the occasional stolen glances across the crowded college library. The tension was palpable as they waited for the moment they could finally escape to their romantic retreat. It was a stark contrast to the life Lucas knew he was destined to lead with Peyton—a life of high society functions and corporate board meetings. With Brooke, Lucas felt alive, free from the burdens of his family's expectations.
When the weekend finally arrived, they packed their bags and set off into the mountains, eager to leave the pressures of college and their impending futures behind. The cabin was everything Lucas had described—cozy, secluded, and the perfect setting for a romantic getaway. Brooke's laughter filled the air as they unpacked their bags and explored their temporary sanctuary, the sound echoing through the rustic wooden walls and bouncing off the windows that offered a breathtaking view of the surrounding wilderness.
The first evening was spent in the warm embrace of the fireplace, sipping champagne and sharing stories of their childhoods and their dreams. Lucas hadn't dared to dream, always set on following his father set plan, but with Brooke, he allowed himself to imagine a different path, one where love and passion were the compass guiding him. The crackling fire painted a warm glow on Brooke's face, highlighting her cheekbones and sparkling hazel eyes as she talked about her aspirations to be a fashion designer.
As the night grew colder, they retreated to the bear skin rug, their bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces that had been separated for too long. They kissed deeply; the weight of his family's expectations momentarily forgotten. Lucas felt a mix of excitement and anxiety, the thrill of being with Brooke intertwined with the fear of losing everything he had been groomed for his whole life.
Brooke's soft hands traced the lines of his jaw as they kissed, her touch gentle yet insistent. He pulled away for a moment to look into her eyes, searching for reassurance that this was real. Her smile was all he needed, and he leaned back in, their lips meeting once more. The warmth of the fireplace danced over their faces, casting flickering shadows that played across the rug.
The kiss grew more intense, their bodies moving closer until there was no space between them. Lucas's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her against him, feeling the heat of her through their layers of clothing. Her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him in place as their kisses grew deeper, more urgent. The crackle of the fire was the only sound in the cabin, a rhythmic backdrop to the pounding of their hearts.
The flames cast an amber light across their faces, painting their skin with warm, dancing shadows. Brooke's eyes searched his, a silent question hanging in the air. Lucas's hand slid down her back, resting at the base of her spine, and she shivered under his touch, desire burning hotter than the fire beside them.
With a gentle tug, Lucas pulled her shirt over her head, revealing the soft, creamy skin that he had sorely missed during their weeks apart. Brooke's breath hitched as the cool mountain air kissed her bare shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine. He took his time, savoring the moment, his eyes roaming over her body with a hunger that was palpable.
He leaned down to kiss the spot just below her ear, his breath hot against her neck, making her squirm with anticipation. His lips traveled down her collarbone, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Brooke's hands found their way to his chest, her nails lightly scoring his skin as she pulled him closer, desperate to feel every inch of him.
The sound of fabric rustling filled the cabin as their clothes fell away, piece by piece. Lucas's strong hands traced the curve of Brooke's waist, her skin like velvet under his fingertips. He took his time, exploring the softness of her body, memorizing the feel of her smooth skin against his. Every touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through them both.
Brooke's breathing grew heavier, her eyes fluttering closed as Lucas kissed a path down her neck, her collarbone, and the swell of her breasts. His hands cupped her soft flesh, gently kneading and teasing her sensitive nipples until they were stiff peaks. He took one in his mouth, flicking his tongue against the hardened nub before sucking greedily. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her arch into him.
The sound of his mouth on her skin filled the cabin, mingling with the crackle of the fire. Brooke's hands clutched at his hair, guiding him as he moved to the other breast, giving it equal attention. She moaned, the sensation of his teeth grazing her sensitive skin making her toes curl. The heat from his mouth was intoxicating, leaving her breathless and panting for more.
Lucas's hands moved down to the waistband of her pants, his fingers deftly unbuttoning and unzipping them. He slid them down her legs, taking her panties with them, leaving her bare before him. Brooke kicked out of them eagerly, her body trembling with desire. Lucas's eyes roved over her, taking in the sight of her naked form, his own arousal straining against the fabric of his pants.
He stepped back for a moment to remove his own clothes, his eyes never leaving hers. Brooke took the opportunity to admire him, the play of the firelight highlighting the planes of his chest and abs, his muscles tight and defined from years of playing basketball. When he was fully naked, she couldn't help but reach out, her hand brushing the length of his erection, making him gasp.
Lucas took her hand in his, kissing her palm before guiding her to lie back on the rug. He hovered over her, his body a glorious expanse of heat and power. His mouth found her breasts once more, his tongue swirling around her areola before closing around her nipple. He sucked gently at first, then harder, each pull sending shockwaves of pleasure to her core. Brooke's hips bucked upward, seeking friction, as she felt her desire for him build like an unstoppable force.
Her nails dug into the rug as Lucas's teeth grazed the sensitive peak before he took it fully into his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing. She could feel the tension building, the pressure mounting with every suck and nibble. Brooke's eyes rolled back in her head as he switched to her other breast, giving it the same tantalizing treatment. She couldn't help the whimpers that escaped her lips, her body writhing beneath his touch.
As Lucas's mouth worked its magic, his hand trailed down her stomach, the pads of his fingers dancing over her skin until they reached the damp heat between her legs. He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting hers, asking for permission. Brooke nodded, her cheeks flushing with desire, and he began to stroke her lightly, teasing her folds apart. His touch was feather-light, making her squirm with anticipation.
He slid one finger inside her, his eyes never leaving hers as he gauged her reaction. She was wet, soaking the digit easily. Brooke's eyes widened as he started to move, exploring her inner walls with a gentle rhythm that made her moan. His thumb found her clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure as he curled his finger within her, finding that spot that made her legs shake.
Their eyes locked, the connection between them intense and unbreakable. Lucas could see the desire building in Brooke's eyes, the way her pupils dilated and her breath grew shallower with every stroke. He added another finger, knowing she loved the feeling of being filled. The sight of her, lost in pleasure, was almost too much to bear. He watched as her body tensed, her thighs tightening around his hand, her hips rising to meet his touch.
The slick sound of his fingers moving in and out of her filled the cabin, mixing with the crackle of the fire and the rush of blood in his ears. Brooke's moans grew louder, her hands reaching for his shoulders to anchor herself as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. He knew her body so well, could feel her getting closer to the edge with every pass of his thumb over her swollen clit.
Her legs tightened around his hand, urging him deeper, her breath coming in gasps now. Lucas felt his own need growing, his cock straining against his stomach, begging for release. But this moment was for her, a promise of what was to come, and he wasn't going to rush it. He slowed his pace, drawing out her pleasure until she was trembling beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Please, Lucas," Brooke breathed, her voice strained and desperate.
"Please what babe?"
Brooke's eyes snapped open, her hazel eyes filled with need and passion as she whispered, "Make me come, Lucas."
With a low growl of approval, Lucas quickened his pace, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. She could feel the coil of tension in her core tightening, her body begging for release. His thumb circled her clit with the precision of a maestro conducting an orchestra of ecstasy, each stroke bringing her closer to the crescendo.
Her breath hitched, and she could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing as she approached the precipice. And then she was falling, the pleasure consuming her as she came hard, her body arching off the rug, her nails digging into Lucas's back. The room spun around her, the only anchor being Lucas's steady, reassuring presence. She cried out his name, the sound echoing off the wooden walls of the cabin.
Lucas watched her, his eyes dark with lust as her climax washed over her. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth forming a silent scream, and her body quivered with the intensity of her release. He felt a rush of pride and possessiveness, knowing he was the one to give her this pleasure. He didn't stop, though, keeping up the pressure, letting her ride the wave of her orgasm until it crested and broke, leaving her boneless and panting beneath him.
"One more..." he urged, his fingers still working their magic as Brooke's body trembled and twitched beneath him, her orgasm still rolling through her like a tumultuous storm. She nodded, eyes still squeezed shut, and Lucas took that as his cue. He applied more pressure, his movements becoming more deliberate, pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion once again.
Her breaths grew ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly. And then she was there, her body bowing upward, a keening wail of pleasure ripping from her throat as she came hard again. The second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with a ferocity that left her gasping for air. Lucas felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on his fingers, her body pulsing around him as she rode the wave of ecstasy.
As the tremors subsided, Lucas leaned back on his haunches, watching the aftermath of pleasure play out on Brooke's flushed face. She looked absolutely stunning, her hair a wild mess around her face, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. He reached for the condom he had brought along, eager to claim her fully. The crinkle of the foil wrapper was the only sound in the cabin as he tore it open with his teeth, the anticipation thick in the air.
Brooke's eyes fluttered open, meeting his, and she bit her bottom lip, a sultry expression crossing her features. "Take me, Lucas," she whispered, her voice a siren's call to his raging desire.
With trembling hands, Lucas sheathed himself in the condom and positioned himself between her thighs. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her spread out before him, the way her body beckoned to him, her damp skin glistening in the firelight. Then, with a gentle push, he entered her, feeling the tight heat of her pussy envelop his cock. They both gasped as he filled her completely, the sensation so intense it was almost painful in its perfection.
He began to move, his hips rocking against hers in a slow, steady rhythm that had them both panting and moaning. Every thrust brought them closer together, every touch of their skin a silent declaration of their love and desire. The rug was rough against their bare flesh, adding an extra layer of sensation that heightened every caress, every kiss.
Brooke's legs wrapped around Lucas's waist, her heels digging into his muscular back as she urged him deeper. He obliged, his movements becoming more urgent as he felt his own release building. Their bodies moved in a symphony of passion, their hearts beating as one. The flames of the fireplace cast a warm, flickering glow over their entwined limbs, painting them in a fiery dance of shadows.
Their kisses grew more desperate, their tongues dueling as their bodies collided. Lucas's hand slid down to her ass, gripping it firmly as he drove into her. Brooke's nails raked down his back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. The sound of their bodies meeting, skin slapping against skin, filled the cabin, a primal crescendo that seemed to echo through the very walls.
Lucas felt the pressure building within him, the need for release growing more insistent with every thrust. He could feel Brooke's body tightening around him, her muscles clenching as she approached another orgasm. He knew she was close, and the knowledge spurred him on, his strokes growing faster, deeper.
Brooke's nails dug into Lucas's back, leaving half-moons in his skin as she screamed out in pleasure. Her body was a tight fist around his cock, her muscles contracting in a delicious rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through him. Her eyes squeezed shut, shaking her head from side to side, her moans grew louder, more desperate as she reached for the peak of her climax. Lucas felt her pussy pulsing around him, her inner walls tightening with every thrust, urging him closer to the edge.
With a growl, Lucas shifted their position, lifting Brooke up and carrying her to the bedroom, not willing to break the connection between them. He laid her down on the soft, plush bed, his body following hers, never letting their skin part. He kissed her deeply, his tongue sliding against hers as his cock remained buried inside her. The change in position allowed him to go deeper, and Brooke's back arched off the mattress with a gasp.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her heels pressing into his lower back. Lucas took this as a challenge, his strokes growing more powerful, each one pushing her closer to the edge. The bed creaked under their weight, a testament to their passion.
He could feel her getting tighter around him, her breath hitching as she reached for another peak. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, and she shivered in his arms. "Come for me, Brooke," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and rough. "Let me feel you come around me."
Her eyes snapped open, meeting his gaze, and she nodded frantically, her mouth forming a silent "yes." With one final, powerful thrust, she shattered, her body clamping down on him as she screamed his name. The orgasm ripped through her like lightning, setting every nerve ending alight. Lucas felt her pussy spasm around him, and it was all he could take. With a roar of his own, he followed her over the edge, his hips bucking as he emptied himself into the condom, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful.
He groaned gutturally, the intensity of his orgasm stealing his breath as he collapsed onto her, his body slick with sweat. For a moment, they lay there, panting and trembling, their hearts beating a frantic tattoo against each other's chests. The warmth of their bodies created a cocoon of heat that seemed to ward off the chill of the mountain night.
On their last night, they laid together in the oversized bed, the warmth of their bodies mingling with the soft glow of the fireplace. Brooke traced patterns on Lucas's bare chest with her fingertips, sensing that things were running through his mind, his eyes distant and thoughtful.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked softly, her voice a gentle caress in the quiet night.
Lucas took a deep breath, his gaze finally meeting hers. "Nothing...just stuff that don't matter."
Brooke leaned up on her elbow, her expression concerned. "You can tell me anything, Lucas."
He sighed, his eyes searching hers before he spoke. "It's just...I don't want to lose you. Not for anything or anyone." But he was scared, terrified of the future that awaited them. The future that was already mapped out by his and Peyton's families, one that didn't include Brooke.
Brooke sat up, her hand cupping his cheek. "You won't," she assured him, her voice steady. "You'll always have me..."
Her words hung in the air, a silent promise that seemed to resonate with every beat of their hearts. Lucas felt a weight lift from his chest, his eyes searching hers, hope flickering within him like the embers of the dying fire.
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A week later, the Scott's backyard was ablaze with the warm glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the meticulously manicured lawn. The tantalizing aroma of grilled steaks and charcoal filled the air as the sound of laughter and the clinking of glasses echoed through the gathering of wealthy families. It was a pre-celebration of the future—of graduation, and the impending merger between the Scott's and the Sawyers. But for Lucas Scott, the golden hue of the evening was tainted by the shadow of a decision he never thought he'd have to make.
Escaping the bustling crowd, Lucas led his brother, Nathan, into his old bedroom. The space was frozen in time, a museum of adolescent memories and carefree days—a stark contrast to the suits and ties that had become his daily armor. Posters of their youthful heroes adorned the walls, silent sentinels of a past that seemed so far removed from his current predicament.
Nathan studied his younger brother, his gaze piercing. "What's going on, Luke?"
"I don't know if I can marry Peyton, Nate," Lucas confessed, the words sticking in his throat like the burnt taste of regret. "Not when there's Brooke."
The room grew quiet, the hum of the party outside muffled by the walls of their adolescent sanctum. The posters on the walls seemed to watch them, as if the ghosts of their youth were weighing in on the gravity of the situation.
"Are you serious?"
The words hung in the air, echoing off the walls of their childhood haven. Lucas nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on the fading light outside the window. "I can't marry Peyton knowing I could have had something real with Brooke."
Nathan sighed, the gravity of the situation weighing on him. "You know what you're risking, right?" he said, his voice laced with concern. "The merger, the family's reputation...it's not just about you and Brooke."
"I know," Lucas whispered, running a hand through his hair. "But I can't just ignore what I feel. Peyton deserves someone who loves her completely. And I...I can't be that person."
The room grew silent, the distant sounds of the party a stark contrast to the gravity of their conversation. Finally, Nathan spoke, his voice measured and firm. "You're playing a dangerous game, Luke. If this comes out, it'll ruin everything—not just the merger, but our family's reputation. And Brooke...she'll be collateral damage."
Lucas felt his stomach twist into knots at the thought of hurting anyone, especially Brooke. "I know," he murmured, staring at the floor. "But I can't ignore these feelings."
The room remained silent for a moment, the only sound being the muffled laughter from the party outside. "Have you talked to Peyton?"
Lucas shifted uncomfortably, his gaze never leaving the floor. "No, I haven't. I don't know how to. She's been my best friend for so long...but she feels the same way I do-her and Jake have something real."
Nathan studied him for a moment before speaking, his voice softer. "Look, I get it. But you have to consider everyone involved. If this comes out, it won't just be about you and Peyton anymore. It'll be about the future of both our families."
Lucas nodded, the reality of the situation sinking in. He knew that his feelings for Brooke could potentially shatter the delicate balance of their lives. But the pull towards her was magnetic, a force he hadn't anticipated feeling. "I just don't know what to do," he murmured, running his fingers over the dusty baseball trophies on his shelf. "I love her, Nate."
Nathan sighed heavily, his own feelings of love and loss for Haley still a fresh wound. "Love isn't enough, Luke," he said, his voice filled with a wisdom beyond his years. "You've got to think about the consequences."
"Easy for you to say, you were never put in this position," Lucas retorted, his voice laced with bitterness.
"Look, I'm not judging," Nathan said, holding up his hands in a calming gesture. "But you have to think about the bigger picture here. If you do this, you could ruin everything our parents worked for."
"But what about what I want?" Lucas's voice cracked with frustration. "I've never had the luxury of choosing who I love!"
Nathan sighed, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like an invisible force. "You're right, I can't understand that," he conceded. "But you need to think about the fallout, man. This isn't just about you and Brooke."
The room was still, the only sound being the muffled chatter from the party outside. Lucas leaned against the window, the sun's warmth a stark contrast to the chill in his heart. "I know," he murmured, his gaze drifting to the horizon. "But what if this is my only chance at real happiness?"
Nathan sighed, his eyes never leaving his brother. "You're going to have to decide what's more important to you, Luke. Your family, your duty, or this...whatever this is with Brooke. Can you live with yourself knowing you're disappointing the family by breaking the merger? Is Brooke worth that?"
Lucas didn't have an answer, his thoughts tangled in a web of love, loyalty, and longing. He knew he couldn't just ignore the weight of his decision. The future of the Scott empire was at stake, and with it, the stability of both the Scott and Sawyer families. But the thought of spending his life with someone he didn't love, someone who didn't love him the same way Brooke did, was suffocating.
The party continued, but Lucas couldn't shake off the conversation. Every time he saw Peyton, his heart ached. She was beautiful, smart, and kind—everything he should have wanted in a partner. But it wasn't enough. She didn't stir his soul like Brooke did. He watched her laugh with her mother, the light from the setting sun casting a warm glow on her face, and his chest tightened with guilt. He didn't want her, couldn't want her, not in the way she deserved.
Brooke, on the other hand, was the storm in his heart. Her passion, her spirit, her very essence called to him in a way Peyton never could. Every time their eyes met across the room, the air grew thick with unspoken words and the electricity of a secret that could bring everything down around them. Not to mention every time they had sex, it was explosive, leaving him feeling more alive than he ever had before. Of course, that wasn't saying much since she was his first and only sexual experience.
But it wasn't just the physical connection. It was the way Brooke challenged him, pushed him to be more than he ever thought he could. It was the way she saw right through his facade and knew exactly who he was deep down. With her, he could be himself—his true self, not the one his family had molded him into. And that was a temptation too powerful to resist.
He left the party, needing to get away from the suffocating weight of his family's expectations. The cool evening breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the faint sounds of laughter and clinking glasses, a stark contrast to the turmoil in his heart. Lucas found himself walking aimlessly through the quiet streets of Tree Hill, the town that had been his cage and his playground all his life. He felt torn between the world he knew and the world that could be, a world where he didn't have to marry for power or stability but for love.
Before he knew it, Lucas was standing in front of the apartment that Peyton and Brooke shared, his heart racing like it was the first time he had ever been there. The lights inside flickered, casting shadows on the curtains that danced in the gentle night breeze. He took a deep breath, his hand hovering over the doorbell, the metal cool to the touch. He knocked on the door instead, feeling like a coward for not calling beforehand. Brooke answered almost immediately, her eyes widening when she saw him. She was dressed in a simple white sundress that hugged her curves perfectly, her hair cascading down her back in loose waves.
"Lucas?" she breathed, surprised. "What are you doing here?"
"I had to see you. To be with you." He knew he didn't make much sense but he needed her. Now more than ever. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils and the soft glow of the pendant light in the hallway painted her face with a heavenly glow. Brooke's eyes searched his, looking for answers. She knew something was wrong, something was off with Lucas, but she had no idea the depth of his turmoil.
He kissed her, the urgency of his feelings overwhelming him. Brooke responded, her arms wrapping around his neck as they lost themselves in the moment, their hearts pounding against each other. They didn't need words; their bodies communicated the intensity of their connection. He kicked the door closed, not allowing them to part, and they stumbled into the living room, the sound of their kisses the only sound in the entire apartment.
Lucas pressed her against the nearest wall, his hands roaming her body as if he was afraid she would vanish if he didn't hold on tight enough. Brooke's breath hitched in her throat as his mouth trailed down her neck, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. With trembling hands, she unbuttoned his shirt, her fingertips grazing the warm, solid planes of his chest. She could feel the rapid thud of his heart, matching the erratic rhythm of her own.
Their kisses grew more urgent, his hands shaking as he practically ripped her panties off her, while she removed his belt and pants in a frenzy.
The wall was cold against Brooke's back, but the heat of Lucas's body made her shiver with anticipation. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her dress riding up to expose her most intimate parts. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his shoulders as he positioned himself at her entrance.
With one swift movement, he entered her, filling her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the pressure of their bodies against the wall only adding to the intensity of their union. Their hips moved in a frantic dance, their breaths mingling in ragged gasps as they tried to get closer, to become one. The room spun around them, the only anchors being the roughness of the plaster and the warmth of Lucas's skin.
Brooke's nails dug into Lucas's back, leaving trails of passion in her wake. He groaned, the pain mixing with the pleasure, driving him deeper into her. His hands gripped her ass, lifting her slightly to meet his every thrust. Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his back as she matched his rhythm, their bodies moving as one. The wall creaked under their weight, echoing their silent cries of passion.
His cock plunged into her, a forceful declaration of his need for her. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through Brooke's body, her legs tightening around his waist as she met him eagerly. Lucas's grip on her ass was firm, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her in place, her back pressed against the unyielding wall. The friction was exquisite, the heat from their bodies making the wallpaper stick to their skin as they moved.
Her breath was coming in short gasps now, her moans growing louder as Lucas's rhythm grew more intense. She could feel her orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that washed over her like a tidal wave. Her eyes locked onto Lucas's, the blue pools of his irises darkening with desire. He was so beautiful in that moment, the muscles in his neck straining, his hair a mess of golden waves from their frenzy.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, their skin sticking together as they moved. His abs flexed with each thrust, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The sight of him, holding her up with such strength, was almost too much to handle. It was as if the world had narrowed to just this moment, just the two of them.
"Who's pussy is this?" Lucas growled into Brooke's ear, his voice low and guttural, a stark contrast to the sweet whispers they usually shared.
"Yours," Brooke breathed out, the word barely a murmur as she clung to him, her nails digging into his back, urging him to never let go.
Their lovemaking was raw and animalistic, a silent confession of their love in a world that demanded they hide it. The wall supported her weight as Lucas pounded into her, his thrusts growing more erratic as he approached his climax.
Her walls clenched around him, her body tightening as the first tremors of her orgasm began to shake her. "I'm gonna cum," she whispered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
"Cum for me, baby," Lucas groaned, his voice strained with his own need.
Their eyes remained locked, their breaths mingling as the intensity grew. Brooke's body arched, her back bowing as she was thrown over the edge. Lucas felt her clench around him, her pussy pulsing with her orgasm. He couldn't hold on much longer.
With a roar, he let go, filling her up as he emptied himself into her, the warmth of his seed spreading through her. They both shuddered, their bodies trembling from the force of their shared climax.
They stood there for a moment, panting and spent, their foreheads pressed together as their hearts slowed. The room was silent except for their heavy breaths.
"Where did that come from?" Brooke whispered against Lucas's neck, her breaths still ragged from the intensity of their encounter.
"I don't know," Lucas replied, his voice hoarse. "It just...it feels so right with you. Only with you..."
Brooke leaned her head against his shoulder, her breathing slowing. She knew he was talking about more than just the sex, though that was pretty damn incredible. She felt the same way. Every moment with Lucas was electric, beautiful and terrifying all at once. He murmured something that she thought sounded like 'I dont wanna lose you' but she was too lost in her own thoughts to fully process it.
They managed to make it to the couch before their legs gave out completely. They were a tangled mess of limbs and discarded clothes, their hearts beating in sync. Lucas kissed the top of Brooke's head, his arms wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer. They sat there for a while, not speaking, just feeling each other's hearts race.
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A few days later Brooke and Peyton had decided to have a girl's day to themselves, getting away from studying for a while. Brooke sat on the couch, her legs tucked under her, as Peyton painted her nails a soft shade of pink. The apartment was bathed in the warm light of the afternoon sun, and the faint scent of vanilla candles filled the air. They had spent the morning watching movies, ordering takeout, and gossiping about their classmates. Now, as the afternoon stretched lazily before them, the conversation had turned to more serious matters: their love lives.
"So how are things with you and Jake?" Brooke asked, her interest in her best friend's relationship with Brooke's cousin genuine but also a subtle tinge of noisiness. She knew that Peyton had been seeing him for a while now, but she hadn't shared much about the depth of their feelings in a long time.
Peyton's face lit up, a warm smile playing on her lips. "AMAZING," she gushed, her voice filled with the kind of infatuation that made Brooke's heart ache a little. "He's just so...perfect."
Brooke nodded, her hand pausing mid-stroke on Peyton's nail. "Yeah," she agreed, trying to keep the wistfulness from her voice. "You guys are great together."
Peyton's eyes searched hers, a hint of curiosity in her gaze. "What about you and Lucas? You guys seem pretty tight lately."
"We are..." she said as an ecstatic smile brightened her face, "It's so good with us, like, really good. To the point where I'm afraid of feeling this much." she admitted with a sigh.
"So, The Davis loves Lucas huh?" Peyton teased, her smile never leaving her face.
"I really, really do love that big piece of sexy." She said with a smile while biting her lip while thinking about him. She had never felt this way about anyone else, and she knew it was more than just lust—it was something deeper, something that scared her.
"I'm surprised, you never do long term."
Brooke smiled then said, "True but Lucas is different. He makes me feel things I've never felt before." She paused, her eyes clouding over with doubt. "But what if he's just using me?"
Peyton thought of the last conversation with him, and she hoped that was not the case. "I don't think that's the case. He's crazy about you."
But in her heart, Peyton knew the truth. The truth she hadn't told Brooke. The truth that she was being forced to get married to Lucas instead of being free to follow her heart and be with Jake as she truly wanted.
"Besides, why would you think that?" Peyton asked, trying to keep her voice light. "Lucas isn't like that."
Brooke shrugged, her gaze drifting to the floor. "I don't know," she murmured. "It's just...his family has a specific type of girl he needs to marry, and Lucas is the noble type. He will follow their instructions...no matter what he feels for me."
Peyton felt a twinge of guilt. "You know Lucas, he does what he wants. If he's with you, it's because he chooses to be." But even as she spoke, she knew it was a lie. The arrangement between their families was a heavy weight on Lucas's shoulders, one she knew he would never dare to shrug off.
"Maybe," Brooke said, but the doubt remained. "It's just...I don't want to lose him."
"You're not." Not yet, Peyton thought to herself as she painted Brooke's nails. She forced a smile. "You guys are going to be together for a long time, I just know it."
"I hope so." Brooke replied with a tentative smile, her voice quivering slightly. "But I can't shake the feeling that something's off."
-x-
A week later Brooke's eyes scanned the crowded mall, searching for the perfect gift for her best friend's birthday. It was a rare moment of peace amidst her hectic schedule, and she was determined to make it count. The soft hum of conversations and distant laughter filled the air as she navigated through the aisles, her brunette hair bouncing with every step. The scent of freshly baked cookies from the nearby bakery wafted over, making her stomach rumble. She'd grab a few for the road after she found the perfect present for Peyton.
As she rounded the corner of a high-end clothing store, she spotted a familiar figure in the distance—Mr. Sawyer, Peyton's father. Larry Sawyer the man that she had been around for most of her life. Every cheer competition, he'd been there, every overnight stay he'd been there. He was the kind of guy who always had a smile on his face and a comforting pat on the back for anyone who needed it.
"Hi Mr. Sawyer!" she greeted him cheerfully, happy to see him.
"Hello Brooke! Long time no see!" he greeted back in his usual cheerful manner.
Brooke walked up to him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I know, right? I've been so busy with college and everything. How's everything at S Holdings?" she asked, knowing that was a safe topic of conversation.
Mr. Sawyer's smile grew even wider. "It's going splendidly, thank you for asking. And how about you? How's life at Duke University treating you?"
"It's been amazing," Brooke replied, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm learning so much and making some great friends." She paused, looking at the bag he was holding. "What are you shopping for?"
"Ah, just a little something for Peyton," he said, his eyes twinkling with a secret. "You know how much she loves art, so I thought I'd find her something special for her birthday. Speaking of which, have you got anything planned for her?"
"I'm still looking," Brooke admitted, gesturing to the various bags in her hands. "But I'm sure I'll find the perfect gift."
Before Larry could say another word, Brooke saw a tall bulky man coming towards them. He was not someone she recognized, but there was something about him that made her uneasy. He was dressed in a dark suit and had a stern look on his face, looking like he had just stepped out of a corporate boardroom.
"Larry," the man called out, extending his hand.
Larry's gaze shifted from Brooke to the newcomer, and his smile grew even more as he recognized Dan. "Ah, Dan! Perfect timing! This is Brooke Davis," he said, gesturing towards her. "Brooke, this is Dan Scott, a very important investor in our merger. He's practically family."
Dan's stern expression melted into a smile as he reached out to shake Brooke's hand firmly. "A pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Davis," he said, his voice a smooth blend of professionalism and warmth. "I heard great things about you from Peyton."
Brooke smiled and shook his hand, "Hello..."
As they chatted, Larry's phone buzzed with a message. His eyes widened as he read the screen, and he quickly excused himself. "I'm sorry, but I have to take this. It's urgent," he said, already backing away.
Brooke nodded understandingly. "No problem, I should get back to looking for Peyton's gift anyway."
As Larry walked away, speaking urgently into his phone, Dan's gaze remained on Brooke. "So, tell me more about your studies at Duke. What's your major?"
Brooke took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I'm studying business," she replied, her eyes following Larry's retreating figure. "It's tough but I enjoy it."
Dan nodded thoughtfully. "Ah, a bright future ahead of you," he said. "And how about your personal life? Any special someone at the moment?"
Brooke felt her cheeks flush even more as she replied, "It's new but...It's... interesting," she said vaguely, not wanting to delve into the details of her current situation with Lucas.
Dan's eyes searched hers for a moment, as if looking for a hint of what she was really feeling, but she gave nothing away. "Good, I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself," Dan said, his eyes meeting hers, a hint of something unreadable flickering in their depths. "Speaking of enjoying yourself we're throwing a birthday/graduation party for the kids—my son and Peyton. Are you coming to the event?"
"Of course," Brooke replied, her voice filled with excitement. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Peyton's my best friend, after all."
"Wonderful, it's black-tie, of course, so make sure to bring your A-game," Dan said with a wink, his voice rich with an underlying authority that left little room for refusal. "The party's at the Sawyer's mansion tomorrow night. It'll be a night to remember."
"I'm sure it will."
"I'll see you there," Dan said with a nod before turning to leave.
Brooke watched as Larry hurried off, obviously in a state of emergency, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. She couldn't shake the feeling that she'd just walked into something she wasn't meant to. She decided to put it aside for now and focus on her mission—finding the perfect gift for Peyton. She continued her search, her thoughts drifting to her best friend and the mysterious man her father had just introduced her to.
Dan, on the other hand, had recognized Brooke immediately, had known she was his son's distraction from the security cam of his cabin a few weeks ago. His son Lucas had brought her there without his knowledge, endangering the merger with his rebellious behavior. Now, seeing her here, looking so innocent and oblivious to the undercurrents of their families' arrangement, he felt a strange mix of irritation and curiosity. He had to admit, she had a certain charm, something that could easily make a man lose focus, especially one as young and inexperienced as Lucas. But him inviting her to the engagement party was his way of breaking whatever was between Lucas and Miss Davis.
Dan watched her turn the corner, completely oblivious as to who he was. Dan smirked; she will find out soon enough.
-x-
Brooke wandered through the bustling mall, her eyes scanning the racks of clothes and the display cases of jewelry, her mind racing with ideas of what she should wear to the party. She knew it was a black-tie event, so something elegant and sophisticated was a must. She bought Peyton a stunning necklace, one that she knew her best friend would love, and tucked it safely in her bag then she searched for the perfect dress. She only had a short time to find something that would make her feel confident and beautiful.
The moment she saw the crimson dress hanging in the store window, she knew it was the one. It was a form-fitting masterpiece, the fabric hugging every curve in all the right places. She could almost see Peyton's eyes widen in amazement when she saw her in it. She stepped into the cool, dimly lit store, her heels clicking on the marble floor. The dress called out to her, a siren's song of silk and lace.
The saleswoman, noticing Brooke's gaze, walked over with a knowing smile. "That dress is stunning," she said, her voice a soft purr. "It's been waiting for someone special."
Brooke felt a thrill run down her spine as she took the dress from the sales woman's outstretched arms. She held it up to her body, the fabric shimmering in the soft light. "I think you're right," she murmured, already picturing herself in the vibrant red that matched her fiery spirit.
The dressing room was small but luxurious, with a velvet chair and a floor-length mirror that reflected every angle of the room. Brooke stepped out of her clothes and into the crimson gown, feeling the silk whisper over her skin like a warm summer breeze. She took a deep breath, savoring the moment of anticipation before she turned to face her reflection.
As the fabric hugged her body, it was like the dress had been made just for her. The deep V-neckline showcased her toned chest and the lace detailing added a hint of intrigue without revealing too much. The skirt fell to the floor, pooling around her like a fiery waterfall, and the back dipped even lower, leaving a tantalizing expanse of skin exposed. Brooke felt like a goddess, powerful and alluring.
She twirled around in the dressing room, watching the way the fabric danced around her. The red brought out the green in her eyes, making them pop like emeralds in the soft glow of the lights. The fit was so perfect it was as if the dress had been painted onto her body. She knew that when she walked into the party tomorrow night, all eyes would be on her-well provided if Peyton didn't have a drop-dead gorgeous dress on herself.
Peyton text her, telling her that she won't be home tonight because she's going to stay over at her cousin Jake's place. She was happy for her and it gave Brooke time to hide her gift.