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“Listen, we’re gonna ride with the boys…is that okay?” Brooklynn smiled at her friends.
“Yeah…just tell us where we’re goin’,” Taylor nodded.
Brooklynn wrote an address and a few simple directions on a napkin then she and Scarlett took off after the band members.
“We’ve got about hour to kill…wanna go grab something to eat?” Scott folded the napkin and put it in his pocket.
“Yeah, okay,” Taylor sighed.
“Tay, relax! It’s just a party,” Scott laughed.
“I don’t feel right making my mom take Draco all night just so I can go and hang out with a bunch of people I don’t even know that well.”
“Your mom loves to have the baby and you know it. She can’t wait till you get a job and she gets him everyday. It’s part of being a grandmother.”
“I feel like an irresponsible parent. I’m dumping my kid with a sitter so I can go drinking. It isn’t supposed to be about my wants anymore—my world is supposed to revolve around him.”
“One night is not going to affect him in the long term. Nothing’s gonna happen to you. I’ll be there and make sure you’re all right, and if it’ll make you feel better we’ll take him out tomorrow for quality time.”
Reluctantly, she agreed.
“Good…now let’s roll.”
The pair went and got a late dinner then made their way to the band’s house.
The party was already in full swing when they walked in the door.
“Hey guys!” Scarlett grinned when she saw them.
“Hi,” they answered simultaneously.
“Grab a drink—kegs are on the terrace, liquor’s in the kitchen,” Will instructed merrily.
They weaved through the crowd toward the kitchen and were almost there when someone grabbed Scott’s arm.
“I didn’t know you were gonna be here,” a girl’s voice chirped sweetly.
Scott looked over to see Sabrina smiling sexily at him.
“Bri, hey,” he smiled back, shoving his hands into his front pockets.
“Who’s your friend?” she nodded at Taylor.
“This is Taylor…I think I’ve told you about her before,” Scott answered.
“Yeah you have,” she nodded. “I’m Bri,” she held out a hand.
“Good to meet you,” Taylor accepted.
“Scott, you wanna go somewhere and…talk?” she bit her lip seductively.
“You mind?” he turned to Taylor with pleading eyes.
“Go for it. I’ll be okay,” she smiled.
Bri and Scott took off and Taylor continued into the kitchen. She was overwhelmed by the variety of booze the boys had to offer.
“Lemme fix you a drink,” Landon’s voice offered from behind her. “I was once told that I make the best Long Island Ice Tea in Pittsburgh,” he now stood beside her with a smile.
“Um…sure,” she smiled back.
“You look nervous, love…you alright?” he began opening bottles and found a glass.
“Yeah, fine. I’m just not use to the party scene…haven’t been here in a while. You’re house is great, by the way, from what I’ve seen.”
“Thank you. I’ll have to give you a grand tour once I’ve got your alcohol prepared.”
“How do you guys afford a place like this? I mean, you’re all so young.”
“All of our mummies and daddies have lots of money that they give us to keep us out of the way,” he answered dryly.
“I’m sorry…”
“I’m not,” he grinned again.
“So what part of England are you from?” she asked with a small smile. He was giving her that goofy feeling in her stomach again.
“Kent. We’ve been here for about a year. We left on my seventeenth birthday. The music scene wasn’t so good over there. Too many bands just like us, I suppose,” he explained as he mixed her drink.
“I think you guys are awesome, I’m so glad Brook invited me to come to the show tonight. Your sound reminds me a lot of The Sex Pistols.”
He grinned widely. “Sex Pistols are my favorite, so I thank you for comparing us. And I’m glad Brook invited you, too. If she hadn’t, we would be standing here have the bloody good time that we are, now would we,” he handed her the drink.
“I guess we wouldn’t,” she smiled then took a sip.
“How’s that?”
“It’s great…thank you. How did you and Brooklynn meet? She never told me the whole story.”
“She was palling around with Scarlett, and Scarlett’s dating Will, so she’s always around, and one day about a month or so ago, she brought Brook over with her. She’s a great girl…really fun.”
“She’s wild about you too…”
“We have a good time. She’s a pistol that one. Keeps up with us drinkin, and that’s saying something,” he smiled.
“Are you two like…ya know…”
“Oh..NO…no no…it’s not like that. She’s a wonderful girl, very attractive…just not my type.”
“How do you mean?” Taylor took a drink.
“Well to be quite honest…Brook’s a girl.”
She promptly choked.
He laughed and gave her a napkin. “I’ve gotten a lot of reactions to that news but I’ve never choked anyone…you okay?”
“Yeah…yeah I think so…so…you’re gay?” she tried to comprehend.
“Yes…well, bisexual. But I haven’t been with a woman in years, and I don’t foresee myself with a woman ever again.”
“Wow…I never would’ve guessed that….ever…you don’t seem the type.”
Again he laughed. “I know I don’t fit the stereo type. Most people are surprised by the news…I suppose it’s cause I’m not a fairy.
It was her turn to laugh. “Forgive me for saying this, but what a loss to women everywhere…”
He blushed and smiled that smile that made her knees weak.
Landon found himself pleasantly surprised at the ease of speaking with Taylor. They’d just met, yet he felt totally comfortable around her. He’d known Brook for about a month and still hadn’t found a way to tell her he was gay. Same with Scarlett, and he’d known her for almost a year.
“How long were you married? If you don’t mind my asking…you’re awful young to be divorced and have a baby.”
“We were married for three months…” she answered, slightly embarrassed. “But we’d been together since we were sixteen years old, so…”
“What happened?”
“He turned out to be a total asshole, basically.”
“See that’s awful. That’s why I don’t believe in marriage. How are you supposed to promise yourself to one person forever and expect them to still be the same person you met? I mean, look at you…he was fine for years and then you get married and he does a total 180 on you…it doesn’t make sense.”
“Well, I knew about his flaws…but I loved him, so I kind of ignored it, ya know. It was an error in judgment on my part.”
“I don’t believe in love, either,” he smiled sheepishly.
“How can you not believe in love?”
“Never been in love. Never met anyone or been close to anyone that I want to be in love with. And the whole idea of love doesn’t make sense to me. You meet a person, and you like them, but then you start spending time with them and getting close with them, and you start to think, and I think that’s what love really is—an illusion of the mind. You get so used to the idea of that person that you can’t stand the thought of being without them. You then fool yourself into believing you love them, when in actuality, it’s only a fear of being alone that’s driving you to spend eternity with a complete stranger that you find physically attractive and share few interests with.”
“Wow…you’ve really thought about this…” Taylor laughed.
He just grinned wider. “Come on…I’ll show you around the house.”
The band’s house was huge. Each guy had his own room, there were two bathrooms, the kitchen and living room, and off of the living room was a den that they’d turned into a guest room/game room—complete with entertainment system and pool table.
They were chatting amiably about this and that, when a shout that belonged to Brooklynn rang throughout the house.
“I CAN’T BELIVE YOU! HOW ARE YOU GONNA SIT HERE AND BE WITH ANOTHER GIRL RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME?!”
“Oh god,” Taylor muttered, then she and Landon made their way to the living room.
Brooklynn was fuming and clearly buzzed. Her hands were on her hips and her eyes appeared to be shooting flames. Scott stood opposite her, arms folded across his chest. Though he was steady with his words and his movements, he was clearly intoxicated—nothing other than alcohol would allow him to get this angry with her in public and do something about it.
“Brooklynn, I dumped you…get over it,” he smiled smugly.
“You are such a FUCK!” she shoved him. “You’re only here because of me and you have the balls to stick your fucking tongue down this dirty slut’s throat right in front of me, when you KNOW how I feel about you!”
“Excuse me?!” Sabrina jumped in. “Did you just call me a slut you pathetic skank?!”
“I’m warning you now, ho…get out of my face before I beat the shit out of you,” Brooklynn glared at the girl.
Sabrina quickly backed down, quite frankly terrified of the angry brunette in front of her. Brook then turned her eyes back to Scott.
“When did you become such an insensitive asshole?!”
“First off, the only reason you wanted me here was so that you could throw Landon in my face…your new Mr. Wonderful…but oh, wait…he hasn’t spent five minutes with you since Taylor walked in the door…what’s the matter? Lose another one in two weeks time?”
Brooklynn went to swing at him but Scott grabbed her arm and held her steady. “See you can dish it but you just can’t fucking take it, can you Brook, you think you’re such a hard—“
“ENOUGH!” Taylor jumped in between the two of them. “You two need to knock it off right now…you’re making a scene!”
“Good…I HOPE EVERYONE KNOWS WHAT A FUCKING DOUCHE BAG SCOTT LOWMAN REALLY IS!!” Brooklynn screamed angrily.
“Come with me…NOW!” Taylor ordered through clenched teeth as grabbed both of them roughly by the arm and threw them into the game room, shutting the door behind her.
“Sit,” she pointed at the old brown leather couch in front of her.
The two sulkily took a seat on opposite ends of the couch, and let their eyes roam everywhere except each other and Taylor.
“Now…do you two realize that about one hundred and fifty strangers just witnessed you two at your absolute worst? You both look like assholes right now. Scott, you’re drunk, and I’ve never seen you like this before…I know that if you were sober, you would not say some of the shit I just heard come out of your mouth…and Brook…you’re just looking to pick a fight…and you know what? I’m done with it. I will not be put in the middle of my two best friends. So you’re gonna stay here and work something out…even if it’s to stay as far away from each other as possible, I don’t care. If you have to sleep here on this couch, you will not leave until you can act like adults. There’s pillows and sheets in the corner…I hope you have a great night,” Taylor told them dangerously, then left them alone.
“What was that about?” Landon asked when he caught up with her in the living room.
“They broke up…she was going on and on about you…about how you and her…she doesn’t know your gay, does she?” Taylor sighed.
“No…I haven’t told her yet…I knew she fancied me, and I couldn’t find the right way to tell her.”
“Well…anyway…they should be quiet for the evening…can you take me home?”
“Yeah, definitely…you don’t mind riding on a motorcycle, do you?” he smiled.
“Not at all. Let’s go,” she grinned back.
Brook and Scott sat smoldering on the couch. Scott was clenching his teeth and thinking of horrible things that could happen to her. Brook was thinking similar things about him, but it was more along the lines of what horrible things she could do.
“So…are you happy now, Ms. Drama Queen? Taylor’s pissed at both of us because you had to throw a little tantrum,” he spoke first, his voice dripping with disgust.
“Fuck you! If you weren’t so god damn selfish I wouldn’t have gotten so angry,” she got off of the couch and sat on the edge of the pool table.
“Me?! You’re the one that just won’t let us go! First you show up at my house last week and now this? If you really loved me Brook, you’d leave me alone…that’s what I want!” he shouted as he stood up and began to pace.
“Oh, I forgot how easy it was for you to move on from me…first thing with two tits, a hole and a heartbeat that smiles at you and your all over her…”
“What about Landon? I though Landon was just so wonderful and way better than me,” he mocked her.
“You’re the love of my life, Scott…Landon has nothing on you and you know it…” her voice trembled.
“OH PLEASE!! You loved me so much you cheated on me with my best friend!” he shot back, taking no mercy on her.
“You are such a child! Let’s keep throwing one bad thing in over a year in my face!”
“That was a big fuck up Brook…sorry if I’m not totally over being cheated on.”
She let out a quiet laugh. “I know why you won’t let this go…I know why you won’t drop it…WILL YOU QUIT YOUR FUCKING PACING AND LOOK AT ME!” she shouted suddenly.
He stopped and walked over to her and crossed his arms over his chest. He locked his eyes hatefully on hers. “I’m waiting.”
“You still want me.”
“What a fucking laugh! When are you going to realize it’s OVER!”
“Don’t give me that…you think I didn’t see you checking me out earlier tonight? Just fucking admit it…I can see it in your eyes…even now…you want me and that’s what’s making you so angry…cause you won’t let yourself be with me.”
“Why on earth would I want to be with you after everything? Answer me that? Face it…you’re nothing to me anymore. Nothing.”
“Fuck you…I was wrong about you. I thought you were a half way decent human being…but now I see the truth. You’re just an ignorant, shallow, self absorbed, inconsiderate bastard! You’re no better than Sam in my eyes.”
His fists clenched at his sides. “YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING BITCH!” he exploded.
“You’re a prick!”
“Fucking slut!”
“I FUCKING HATE YOU!” she spat at him vindictively
“WELL I HATE YOU MORE!”
They fell silent, their eyes still locked in a hateful glare. And then he kissed her. A hot, lustful kiss. He kissed her in a way, he didn’t think he would ever kiss her.
She savored his lips, the fullness the softness, all the while, unable to contain a silent victorious scream in her head.
Her hands traveled to the waist of his jeans and quickly opened them. Her fingers fumbled up to the bottom of his shirt and began lifting it up. Their lips only parted to pull the shirt over his head and toss it out of the way.
Scott’s kissed trailed to her throat as his hands expertly untied her sandals and pulled them off.
She brought his lips back hers and their tongues mingled forcefully as she pushed his jeans and boxers over his slender hips with ease leaving them at his ankles.
He quickly kicked them away and snaked his arms around her back, desperately searching for the zipper to her dress. The task would have been much more successful had Brook not been running her fingers down the length of him and nibbling his ear. He almost lost it right there.
Once he found the zipper, he quickly undid it and peeled the dress that had been taunting him all evening off of her delicate form.
He let his eyes absorb what had been a thing of fantasy since he’d met this girl: completely naked, begging him quietly to take her. The desire he’d felt for her earlier in the evening overcame him stronger than ever.
He wanted her. Needed her. He had to have her.
He pressed his lips forcefully to hers again, and pushed her back on to the pool table, then crawled on top of her.
His hands and lips traveled the length of her body. Her lustful moans and breathy calls of his name as he explored her only increased his desires for her.
Scott could wait no longer. He entered her in a swift and sudden motion, making both of them groan in uninhibited, pure sexual bliss.
As their bodies rocked in unison, Brook ran her nails down his back, leaving long grooves in their wake.
“More,” she begged erotically as she wrapped her long legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, deeper.
“Oh…god…Scott…” she moaned as he lightly bit her neck, moving in and out of her faster.
Each thrust brought forth a louder moan than the last, and every moan she emitted drove Scott wild.
She dug her nails into his shoulders and screamed out his names as they came.
He lay on top of her, exhausted and vaguely aware of the blood droplets on his back from her passion scratches. Scott could not think of a time when his head felt clearer, his body more worn yet so relaxed.
Once he had caught his breath, he retrieved the pillows and a sheet from the corner and brought them back to the table.
The two fell asleep in one another’s arms feeling overwhelmingly satisfied. Both were still drunk from the booze and each other.