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Ind. & Sel. & Priv. Multimuse & fandom w/ mature themes. "They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch!"

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Jake M.

Jake clicks his tongue, “Precisely.” Wickedness spreads over his scruffy visage in the form of a toothy grin. He arches his head back slightly as the shiny blade is raised to his tattooed throat. There was something so sexy about Brooke lying in his bed, wearing an open leather jacket with nothing under it, holding a pocket knife to his neck, in a Halloween mask. It made him want to rip off her jeans with his teeth next, and fuck the shit out of her one more time. “Who says, Chucky boy is straight?” Jake teases, wrapping his fingers around her dainty wrist before lowering the knife. “Every girl Chuck has ever been with…has been a lie – he doesn’t sleep with them. He just humiliates them.” Jake points a finger at Brooke and chuckles, “I guess we’ll find out tonight. But first–” he cups her hand around the knife’s handle and repositions her grip. “–You have to learn how to work this bad boy. It’ll be your protection in case he tries anything funny. You slip this into his thigh…” Still holding her hand around the knife, he guides her to point the blade at his groin, then traces the sharp tip along his inner thigh, “then you twist.” He slowly twists the blade, careful not to cut himself through his swim-shorts. “Or you could just play no-games and go right for the nads.” a tiny smirk grows into a full-on grin as he carefully peels the knife from her hand to his. “Or if you just want to give him a scare… you flick your wrist like so,” in a fluid motion Jake flips the blade in and out, then passes it over. “Always flip the sharp side away from you. Always away. Then you let the weight of the blade do the rest of the work for you. Now you try.” As Brooke plays with the knife, Jake sits on his legs, and watches like a proud teacher. “Pretty good!” he uses his fingers to push up the chin of Brooke’s mask, then kisses her lips softly, with his mask resting on his head too. “But remember, babe. This is, like, last resort – worst case scenario. Protection only. Don’t get trigger happy now.” he laughs, biting into the corner of his lip.

“ALSO!” Jake slides out of bed again and saunters over to his dresser. “You’re not going back downstairs in just a jacket… because despite plans, I will not be too happy if every guy at the party gets a decent look at your rack. So…” Jake rifles through his clothes and pulls out a black long-sleeved shirt with a panda on it, holding a rose in its mouth. “Riot Society. Frat Boy Jake had a unique sense of style.” he laughs gravelly. “It’s a little long and I know you’re going for sexy, so just, like, tie it up around your waist. It’ll look so hot with those skinny jeans…which quite frankly, need to come off.” his teeth sink into the wet plush of his lip as he zeros in and pulls on the legs of her pants until they’re hanging just below her hips. “God – I cannot keep my hands off you.” his mouth kisses along her stomach to the spot between her breasts, then he rolls his tongue and sucks on the side of her boob. “…But I don’t want to wear you out before the big show. BUT just know! We’re celebratin’ so hard after we pull this off.” he grins, rolling his tongue with a low grumble at the back if his throat.

“Presumably straight,” Brooke corrects herself once Jake provides a counter thought. Chuck was not only a master manipulator but a liar. His conquests were all fake. Made up. Just like the sticky maple’s he plastered all over girls faces before scribbling their names down in some disgusting male playbook. With the knife still in her hand, Brooke allows Jake to guide the sharp edge up his inner groin where he advised her to stab Chuck if he gets too handsy. To acknowledge his advice and show that she was listening, Brooke nodded and bit her lip as she watched him lean back up and twirl the knife she had in her hand like a pro. The way the blade opened and closed effortlessly in his grip was truly mesmerizing. As was the look in Jake’s eyes when he encouraged her to give his lesson a try. She did, taking his advice into account and slowly got the hang of it though it would take her more practice before she was quick and confident like him. “Who taught you how to do this? Dylan?....” Brooke paused before saying the next name, but it still tasted bitter in her mouth, “Tall boy?”

“But got it.” After giving another nod, Brooke sat up and scooted to the end of the bed, still wearing the mask atop her matted blonde head, “It’s only for protection. No stabbing people just because.” Though she laughed, she wasn’t making a joke of the situation. Brooke understood that it was somewhat a serious matter and treating certain things lightly wouldn’t be in either of their best interests. “I don’t know,” Brooke teased with a playful smile as she pulled the front of her leather jacket tighter around naked chest and stood up behind him, as if she were modeling her ensemble. Though, he couldn’t see her because his back was still facing her as he dug around his dresser drawers for a shirt. “Well you know, I wouldn’t need a change of clothes if you weren’t such an animal,” She giggled just in time to inspect the shirt. As she was doing so, she considered his fashion advice and then yelped when he pinned her back down with a smile and began spaying kisses down her stomach and over the soft, mounds of her breasts. A moan escaped her as she cradled the back of his head and she pushed her chest up against his face, “Mm, you won’t hear me complaining,” Brooke purred near his ear before she lifted his cheeks up to press a kiss to his mouth. Brooke rolled her tongue over his lips and pulled away just as the excitement started building up. “We should hurry then. The faster we do this, the faster I get to do you.” With another purr, Brooke gets up to peel off her jacket and put on the shirt Jake lent her on. It was long as predicted and so to fix that, Brooke rolled half up and then tied it up to reveal her stomach. “What do you think? Does the boyfriend approve?” Standing on her tippy toes, Brooke wrapped her arms around Jake’s neck and hovered her lips over his.

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Jake M.

Jake groaned above Brooke as her nimble fingers opened his shirt before rubbing her cold hands across his strong chest. Her question left him reeling in thought; what was the masterplan? As black nails venture down his tanned abs, Jake stands up on his knees between Brooke’s legs, and pulls his shirt back until it’s off. “—Seduce and destroy huh?” when her legs tighten around his waist, he rolls with her maneuver, and sighs when she lands on top of him and pins his wrists over his head. “…As much as I hate the thought of sharing you…” he hums roughly and bites at the crook of her bra. He pulls back with his teeth and her floral top tears down the middle, exposing her breasts, which fall loose and bob over his face. “Don’t worry. I’ll buy you another.” Jake smiled, running his devilish tongue under and over his teeth. “It’s def’ a fav’.” he wrestles with her slightly until his hands are free and gripping her by the waist as they now lay on their sides, facing each other. 

“—We start with that Mother Chucker. …He had his eyes all over this perfect little body of yours.” Jake nuzzles her neck and licks beneath her ear. “…Tell him I was being a Jakeass. Lead him up here. Make him think he’s about to get some nookie…” Jake presses against her chest as he leans over her and reaches below the bed before producing a pair of shiny metal handcuffs. “…Once he’s restrained. I’ll come out…” Placing a finger against her lips as if to say ‘hold that thought’ Jake hops up and sprints across his room to look through the closet. “Ah-ha! Knew I still had ‘em.” he slips a black and white skull mask over his face and carries another in his hand as he returns to the bed and pushes Brooke down onto her back before straddling her waist again. He then places the second mask over her face and  thrusts himself between her legs with new excitement. “Mm. Get him to take a party favor with you. Though while you swallow Jingle Jangle, he’ll be eating some good ol’ fashioned LSD. That dumb son of a bitch will be tripping balls the whole time.”  

“Mm,” Brooke hums while rolling her lips together before trapping half of her mouth between her teeth. Jake’s scruff as he leans face first into her bosom, tickles the curves of her breasts. There’s no stopping the small moan that leaves her lips as he tears apart her lacy mesh top with his teeth. “Jake!” Brooke scolds with a snicker as her fingers comb through the back of his hair and she tugs roughly on the ends until his head is tilted back an angle. His promise to buy her a new top milks her warm smirk but doesn’t do her much justice at the moment. “You’re an animal,” she playfully laughs and teases before pecking his lips and allowing Jake to guide them onto their sides. Where Brooke then props her head up by resting her cheek in her palm.

While laying there, Brooke remains still to allow Jake to properly lean in and brush her blonde hair away from her neck, over her shoulder, so he can lick and nibble on a spot below her ear. His lips leaving behind a pleasurable shiver down her spine as he pulls back to finish his decorative thought before proceeding to fish over her chest for a pair of silver handcuffs. In the process, Brooke’s bare breasts rubbed against Jake’s sternum until he sat upright again and she took the handcuffs he had dangled in the air above her head with one finger. Before Brooke could add on a further question or comment, she pauses at the motion of Jake’s other finger for her to hold on. When he returns, he has on one of the skull masks, he and Will once used to rob his own father. Will got money out of it, while Jake just had his jollies. “And while I’m acting out the performance of my life, you’ll be doing.... what exactly?” Brooke’s voice is a tad muffled underneath the mask, and regardless of her lips being contained behind a thin white barrier of plastic, she leans up and brings her mouth closer to his as her fingers fiddle over the front of his denim jeans before fishing out a small pocket knife from his left pocket. “Using this?” After opening it, Brooke holds the sharp edge steady over Jake’s tattooed neck but doesn’t touch the skin. “You’ll have to cover these up, by the way. Trust me, this bod’s unforgettable. Anybody will be able to recognize it. Even someone as straight and douchey as your boy, Chucky.”

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Jake M.

When Brooke’s hand reached up behind them to thread through Jake’s wet curls, he softly cups her boobs above the water, sharing a deep kiss that leaves them both moaning for more. “Mm. You mean it, babe?” his voice is raspy and soft as their lips come undone and Brooke turns around in his arms to face him. When she gives a meek nod, his hands find the small of her back and he kisses her again, rolling his tongue with quiet moans. Meanwhile, back at the shore house; Chuck was upstairs in Quinn’s master room with his sophomore sprawled out on the bed. Chuck already had his shirt off as he filled two plastic cups up with a shot of tequila and a pinch of lime. “Time for a memento.” A handsome smile rolls across his pearly whites while taking a seat on the edge of the bed and extending the cup to his conquest. “Memento? Is that, like, a secret concoction?” she sniffed the drink and winced. “Nah – that’s tequila and lime, baby. The memento is a pic. Don’t worry I’m not gonna post it. I’m just a whore when it comes to freezing memories. I guess I’m sentimental like that.” While he was unlocking his phone, the girl got on her knees and tried her best to fix her frazzled hair. “I bet you’re a whore when it comes to a lot of things.” Drunkenly, she crawls into his lap and kisses his cheek just as he raises the iPhone and snaps a pic. “That’s a keeper. Want a copy?” he slides down to her contact and attaches the file. Three doors down was Cheryl in her signature red top and a plaid skirt, sitting on a bed and scrolling through texts between her and Rocket. | Rocket Man: I may know where your Southside Romeo is. If you’d like an encore, it’s gonna cost you this time. I need a fave from your crew. |

Hand in hand, Jake and Brooke walk down the stretch of the beach, dressed in their warm clothes. “Just remember, mi reina, they deserve this.” As they continued to walk, Jake tucked his hand into Brooke’s back pocket and kissed below her ear. “All we need is a little strategic planning. We don’t go in their guns-blazing. It’s a game of cat and mouse – we’re the cat. You’re the cat.” Jake gave a small smirk as he leaned in and wrapped himself around Brooke outside the house. His strong tattooed arms lift her effortlessly and kisses her lips and face with nose-crinkling besitos against the side of the house. “Mm. Planning a war turns me on.” He teased with a dramatic grin; then licked over his lips while pulling Brooke from the wall with his outstretched arms. “Let us go to thee Jake suite—” With a salsa-esque twirl, he pulls Brooke close and walks up the stairs with a new air of union in their relationship. It was obvious how much stronger they were now after having their talk on the beach. Same seemed so for Reggie and Veronica whom was cooped up in a corner talking over cups of beer with these private smiles only real lovers would recognize. “Think Regonica is a thing?” Jake asked Brooke on their way upstairs to his bedroom. “The Camaro looked an awfully lot like the 1912 Coupe de Ville, Jack and Rose steamed up in Titanic.” He laughed, closing his door before locking it. “Oh —Er, full-disclosure, — if you find anything shady in here – S’not mine!” he teased, rushing forward with a bear hug before dropping down onto the bed with her under his weight.  

Dressed in her warm clothes and an elated smile, Brooke hummed happily as Jake pecked the skin below her ear. “Strategic planning?” She questioned him. When Brooke agreed to teaching Cheryl and Chuck a lesson with Jake, she didn’t quite know exactly what she was agreeing to. All she knew was that she wasn’t looking to hurt anyone and she really hoped Jake wasn’t either. “Jake,” Brooke breathed, after he set her back down and led her up the steps of his family’s shore house. They passed four other rooms before they got to Jake’s. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Reggie seems to piss her off significantly less than he used to. Sound familiar?” Brooke teased, regarding the subject of their friends as well as themselves. There was a time way back when, where the two of them (meaning; her and Jake) were at each other’s throats as much as Regonica. Maybe, even more so. Until, they were brave enough to bite the bullet and make a move. Now they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Hence, Jake charging for Brooke shortly after closing and locking his door behind them.

Brooke was barely given a chance to roam around before her back collided with the mattress and Jake pinned her body down. Meanwhile, her hands slipped between their chests so that she could pick apart his buttons and expose his ripped abdominal muscles after forcing his shirt open, “What’s the big, juicy, masterplan, boss? I can only think of one...” As Brooke bit into her lower lip, her gaze followed the trail of her nails as she raked them down Jake’s muscular chest, “Seduce and then destroy. It works every time. No one’s immune.” With her legs pulled up and wrapped tightly around Jake’s waist, Brooke flips them over so that Jake’s laying on his back now and Brooke’s on top. “Not even you,” she observes while grinding her hips above him and feeling a slight stiffness building between his legs and hers.

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Jake M. 

“First time you ever sent me nudes. You were on vacation with the ‘rents in New York for some venue thing. I was stuck here with Quinn. You told me to come meet up with you, ‘because New York is BEAUTIFUL in December’, but it was, like, 5 hours away. Instead we settled for phone sex…But then 5 hours later, I showed up outside your Hotel room with a bottle of Quinn’s good-stuff and some pizza. Got buzzed…gorged on food…and walked around looking at all the Christmas lights before finding a little pond that was iced over. You skated on it even though I told you not to…” he laughs—  “yeah, I’ll never forget that night.” A soft smile touched his lips as he thought about how far they’ve come since then. Then his expression saddened a bit. Back then they couldn’t be away from each other for more than a day. It kind of put things into perspective. How badly Brooke must’ve felt when her best friend and the love of her life disappeared into the night for three months. Jake had a lot of making up to do and he wasn’t oblivious to that. “Of course I still thought about you, Brooke. Every day. I know it’s hard to believe… considering. But it won’t happen again.” Jake leaned across her back and playfully bit her butt. She was right to call him insatiable because that’s exactly how he felt around her. He needed more. He wanted to make up for lost time. If anyone was going to leave, it would be Brooke, after she becomes so sick of him.

Jake stood up when Brooke did, both covered in sand and sex. He reached for her face under the stars and kissed her lips softly with a smile and before he could open his eyes to her, Brooke was running down the beach butt-naked and hollering that it was a race to the water. Laughing, Jake took off into a sprint but staggered when his knees gave out. He nearly fell face first into the sand but caught himself. Frustrated, tears welled in his eyes. He didn’t want Brooke to know how bad it hurt and so he kept going, softly groaning to himself until he was at the crest of the moonlit water. Jake didn’t see Brooke at first as he looked across the dark ocean, rolling with a soft tide. “Brooke!” Jake yelled. Panic zip lined through him and he immediately began trudging through the water. Before he got too far, Brooke popped up from under the surface and Jake fell back with a splash. “Jesus! Brooke!” he was serious for a second and then broke out into laughter as the fear washed away with the sand on his skin. “You dork,” He smiled hugely, wrapping his arms around her small waist and lifting her up onto his naked hips. 

“I guess you won.” He twirled her around like a dancer and kissed below her chin and ear. “When we get back, I’ll kick all those motherfuckers out – ” a small laugh touched his lips, still kissing her face, neck and shoulders. “…I’m really sorry. I know you’re trying to move past it. But I’m really really sorry, Brooke – you know, for everything. I want to make it up to you.” he swayed with her against his chest with small smiles adorning his lips. “So if you want to get Cheryl back for being a grade A, first-class bitch? I’m game.” His words, though menacing, were spoken softly against her lips while nuzzling her nose. “I know you have a dark side, mi amado.” Playfully, he licks her lips and groans into her mouth before placing her down onto her feet and wrapping his arms around her from behind like a thick, warm blanket. “So the question is, do we kick ‘em all out? — Or do we send Cheryl and Chuck to hell?”

Brooke couldn't help herself. It was so easy falling back into things with Jake when the mood was light. She wasn't thinking of the past three months anymore or how much it hurt to go 92 days without him. Jake might not have known it but, Brooke counted every hour and every day. Because each day mattered. When there were no reports of his body being found somewhere, Brooke breathed a sigh of relief. In the beginning, she wanted to file a police report. The whole thing just seemed fishy to her but she was advised against it by Quinn and even Vera. She listened to them reluctantly but then still had Emma frequently checking the morgue via her mom's access. It might've seemed obsessive and extreme but to Brooke, losing Jake forever wasn't an option. It shouldn't have even been a choice. As Brooke swam beneath the surface of the water, she circled Jake like a shark and then jumped out at him when he searched the dark ocean frantically for any signs of her. "Ha, ha, ha!" Brooke burst out into a fit of giggles after Jake fell back into the water. Tears stained her eyes due to how hard she laughed at his surprised reaction. "You were worried about me," Brooke teased, as her arms and legs wrapped around his shoulders and waist and she kissed his wet lips. Her boobs rubbed against his chest as he lifted her up and then stopped when he let her back down and twirled her petite frame like an ocean ballerina. Brooke was elated as Jake proceeded to shower her with affection; sprinkling kisses all along her face, neck, and shoulders. She was so in love with Jake, she felt like her heart was going to burst at the seams. 

"I know," Brooke responded, once she finally turned back around to face him. His apologies warmed her heart however, they were unnecessary. He might not have believed her but she really did forgive him. She couldn't punish him forever and still move forward. Jake explained his side of things to her and Brooke either had to; accept them or move on without him. And she just physically could not live with the latter. "Mmm," Brooke hummed against Jake's lips as he proposed payback against Cheryl and Chuck again. Brooke couldn't deny that the thought was incredibly tempting. On top of that, the Jingle Jangle still made her feel incredibly wired. "Mmm," Brooke murmured as she reached behind the back of her head to pull Jake's mouth in for a heated kiss. Her tongue rolled over his lips before she spoke against them, "Let's send them both back to hell, baby."

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Jake M.

“Ugh – FUCK! —Uh’mm.” Jake hugged her warm, sweaty body close, skin sticking to skin, as Brooke slammed her hips upward and bit into the red of her lip until it turned white. He knew she was about to cum which is why he rolled his strong hips faster, nailing her g-spot with every deepening force. “GOD!—hunff.” As Brooke’s stomach clenched and her legs lost their grip around his waist, Jake held onto her hips firmly and really went in, pounding away at her hot pussy until she squirts and gushed all around his cock and balls. His hand held her cheek as she stared him in the eyes and whimpers the words he begged her to say. I love you. By the time her body fell spent in the sand, Jake laid down on top of her heaving chest and sucked on her swollen lip until he felt her breath come back and her hands on his hips. Jake didn’t cum yet but he was about to. Rolling his tongue over his chewed lip, he pulled his wet cock from Brooke’s throbbing pussy and turned her around onto her stomach before hiking her ass up in the cold air. “Almost baby.” he promised, slapping a hand over her behind before gripping the cushiony skin in his fist. He held her securely as he pointed his erection toward her beaten lips and then pushed his thick girth back inside her doggystyle. He had Brooke facing the dark water sprinkled with starlight as he bit back a groan of pain on his knees and then sent a loud smack of his hips against her ass. The pounding was needy and fast at first but then Jake fell into a lethargic thumping as the blonde moaned on her hands and knees, taking every deep inch of his swollen, unprotected cock.

His hands pushed some weight onto her back, forcing her down lower onto her stomach as he re-gripped her by the waist and erupted hard! which left her dripping from the core while he gasped and hissed behind her. “Fuck… yes. fuck. baby…” he pulled out after his cock stopped pulsing and his body stilled from the intense pleasure that shuddered through him. Although covered in sand, Jake still held onto her little ass after pulling out, and dragged his silk tongue over her wet folds before sucking on the tangy juices that dripped down her shaky thighs. “Mmm. That’s my girl. Like a peach.” He grinned falling down into the sand beside her. “You are so fucking beautiful, bebé.” He cupped her jaw and placed a loving kiss on her swollen lips. “Way better than looking at those pictures you sent me a year ago.” Jake smiled, laying on his back under Brooke’s quiet gaze. “That was my first time having sex on Jingle Jangle. Though, I took it once while I was on the Southside. I didn’t know I’d get so horny. I looked through your nudes and came so much. Kind of like now…” he licked his lips and placed a hand between Brooke’s thighs, gathering her stickiness onto his fingers before rubbing his lips with it and then sucking it off with his tongue.

Despite already coming down from her jingle-jakey induced high, Brooke allowed Jake to turn her over and hike her bare ass into the air. She leaned herself up on her elbows, spreading her cheeks and lips for him again as her cheekbone was planted face first against the sand. Eventually, her stomach and boobs touched the cold, wet beach as Jake finished thrusting inside her. Her pussy was so tight and sore that it applied extra pressure and suction around his length, milking him for all he was worth. Which happened to be a lot, once Jake finally came inside her. Her ass still vibrated from the impact of his hand slapping it and Brooke gave a pleasurable yelp and gasp as his release trickled down her thighs. Brooke was slightly tired and spent as Jake cleaned her up with the svelte motion of his tongue tracing her juicy folds. He sucked the remnants of their orgasms from her lips before finally crashing next to her on the sand. “Mmm,” Brooke hummed with a rosy blush as Jake complimented her beauty.

“Mm’what? Pictures?” Brooke murmured against Jake’s lips, halfway through the kiss once his confession finally dawned on her. She’d forgotten all about the pictures she sent him over a year ago. Brooke’s body had changed a lot since then. Her chest was fuller, her stomach was flatter. She took great care of her body just to avoid her mom picking at it. Monica prided Brooke on being beautiful because growing up, it proved to work so well for her. She always said that beauty was far greater on the outside than it was on the inside. And beauty on the inside didn’t buy anyone free drinks. “Happy to know you still thought of me while you were away,” Brooke smirked, while being pulled out of her thoughts. She bent down to kiss his lips and in the process, spread her legs further apart for him when she felt his fingers gathering more of her leftover wetness. “You’re insatiable,” Brooke teased and laughed whimsically as she sat up and then forced herself back on her feet. Her naked body was covered in sand and Brooke had no choice but to jump in the ocean naked just to wash it off. She would have just ran back to the house and got inside the outdoor shower but the place was crawling with horny bulldogs. “Last one in has to shut down the party!” Brooke hollered as she took off towards the water with an unfair headstart. It was bad enough Jake’s bruised knees left him at a disadvantage, now Brooke cheated. But, in the playful, fun way. Granted, when Brooke got to the water and dove in head first, she regretted it and shrieked due to how freezing cold it was. So cold her teeth chattered and goosebumps lined her skin.

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Jake M.

There was a calmness in the air, giving a quiet atmosphere, which made Brooke sound even louder as she writhed and moaned beneath his bearded mouth. Battered fingers sunk deeper into ivory thighs as Brooke squirmed and whimpered, battling between shrilling screams and muffled gasps. Her steamy chest bounced wildly as he neglected her glistening mounds for her legs and hips, blindly grabbing onto anything near him as Brooke broke out into a pant and began cumming all over his mouth and down his bearded chin and neck. By the time he looked up, he saw the stars in her dark and heavy eyes. When he looked down, he stuck his tongue out and licked the cum off her ass and around her swollen lips which still pulsed and gushed with the after-effects of her pounding orgasm. Per her guide, Jake laid heavy kisses all the way up her stretch of body until he settled with his hips between her thighs and his dripping beard on her chest. He lapped at the beads of sweat rolling down her tan-lined breasts and again sucked on her rosy nipples until they ached and she cried out. He was already as hard as stone by the time she pulled him into a heated kiss and used her hands and feet to drag away his swim trunks.

When he sprung free, his heavy dick smacked her ass, just as she grabbed onto his. He hissed into her ear and groaned when she grabbed a hold of his girthy erection to bathe his hot length in her slick juices. He was ready to slide into her until she stopped him with a whisper that blew across his soft mouth. Like her own, a wide smile curled at the ends of his lips before a kiss. “Brooke,” he rasped, their tongues gliding effortlessly; smearing saliva all over each other’s chin and cheeks. The french kiss was wildly messy and deliciously satisfying before Jake cupped her flushed face and bored down into her chestnut gaze. “Baby, I…” he put his hand over hers and made her rub his swollen head up and down her teeming lips. “Ugh…baby, I love you so much.” In that moment Jake pushed all the way in and watched as her eyes and mouth widened to the magnificent size of his cock sliding up into her stomach. Amazingly, she was already gushing around his plumpness before he even started. His first thrust jolted her body and he felt her dribble onto his heavy ball sack. Then another, and her boobs surged like the ocean’s waves. “God!” he gritted his teeth and slammed into her over and over again until her nails dug into his chest and left lines that bled down his abs. He hissed but it felt good and he urged her to keep going. 

This time she grabbed onto his muscular ass and he deepened the penetration by laying on her stomach and fucking her with a close neediness, like they shared in the hospital. “Brooke…” he hummed quietly in her ear as his strokes slowed passively, like the calm water. “Tell me again.” his hands thread through her hair, giving a light tug. Her chin is forced upward and her neck becomes exposed to his mouth, which he uses to suck new hickeys on his way to her ear. “Not yet. When you cum. Tell me, baby, when you’re cumming all over me.” he licks his fingers like he just finished a mouthwatering meal and then slides his hand down between their bodies. With his cock in tight, Jake brushes his fingers over her sucked clit and strokes her pulsating arousal for extra stimulation. When he hit her g-spot and she groaned and blew a huff of air against his cheek, he smiled down into her eyes and hit it again. A cocky grin licked his lips as he tightened his buttock muscles and drove a little deeper, hitting it again, and again while stroking her clit faster.

Brooke couldn’t bear it, the intense pleasure Jake filled her up with again and again, through every rich thrust of his hips. His stamina was miraculous and duly noted with a smile which curved on Brooke’s swollen lips. Her sweaty chest stuck to-- and rubbed against his own each time they brushed or her titties bounced from the impact of Jake’s hearty thrusts. Brooke was a mess inside and out as she rocked back and forth, and then up and down with Jake in the sand. Her back was covered with sweat and tiny, beige grains as they clung to her skin. When they were done, Brooke made a small mental note to go wash off and skinny dip with Jake in the ocean, to let their sins wash away in the deep, dark blue.

“Jake...” She moaned his name in unison with their hips rocking together. Their thrusts were not only passionate and needy but full of desperate longing. They both needed this, the different change of pace. It made the sex better, more whole, and refreshing all in one. “Mmm,” Brooke whimpered and hummed as Jake pulled on her hair, forcing her to dip her head back and expose the full length of her neck to him. He used the open opportunity to mark her again with his tongue and teeth as he licked, bit, and sucked on her neck like her skin was a ripe fruit that he just couldn’t get enough of. The sounds he made, in addition to his hips bouncing off of hers, hitting every square inch of her walls, made Brooke cry out with a series of moans and whimpers. She could already sense her build up accumulating, before he decided to push her even further over the edge by drawing a hand between their bodies. His fingers grazed her stomach and hips before they settled over her clit and he began rubbing her swollen bud with maddening skill. The pleasure was unreal and drove Brooke to chase it, thrusting in tandem with Jake’s cock and his fingers as he drove her completely wild.

Eventually, Brooke had to bite her lip just to prevent herself from screaming out his name loudly into the crisp, cold night air. With every chilling breeze that washed over them, Jake’s thrusts pumped her with exotic heat, warming her right back up. She was teeming by the time, her nails dragged themselves down the wide expanse of Jake’s muscular back. Scratches marked his skin, leaving reminders of her for hours to come. As Brooke neared her inevitable climax, her legs wrapped tightly around Jake’s waist and she pushed him further in, thrusting harder as a signal that she was about to cum again. “Fuck baby,” Brooke licked her lips and then pressed her mouth against Jake’s in order to talk against it, “Ugh..... fuck....” She was so close she could feel it, as well as taste it on his lips and in the air. “Oh my god...” she howls underneath him as her stomach convulses and her pussy contracts and she squeezes his girth with her walls while she starts cumming aggressively hard around him, “I love you... I love you... I...” Brooke moans, cutting herself off from chanting it a third time, though she wanted to. She wanted to keep saying it so he’d never forget. “Fuck baby...” Brooke gasps and pants as she raises her shoulders from the sand and she cups his cheeks to stare directly into his eyes as she continues cumming in desperate spurts and spasms.

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fitzgecko:

Jake felt his heart recoil and drop into an empty pit of nothing when Brooke stood up. He thought it was too much for her to forgive, that she tried, but couldn’t. Then she turned around and grabbed onto his wrists and Jake looked up with an innocence that hasn’t been in his eyes for a long time. “You’re staying?” he whispered just before she straddled his lap and ran her fingers through his mess of curls. “You do?” he asked once she enlightened his worries by telling him she forgave him. “But – I don’t deserve it.” his eyes narrowed as he lowered his head. As her hand cupped his chin before tracing his lower lip, Jake kissed her fingertip and hummed a soft smile. Mentioning Chuck caused a roughness between his dark brows and his bottom lip jutted forward. “I was jealous. I do get jealous. That’s why I went after Matt. That’s why I made an ass out of myself. I’m sorry for Cheryl. You’re my girl. I plan to remind you every day, for the rest of our lives.” his thumbs brush the skin under her jacket before reaching up and sliding the leather from her pale shoulders. Brooke’s lacy bralette met his soft gaze as he looks her up and down with admiration and lust. Jake could feel how hot she was as Brooke rolled her hips in his lap and her clothed pussy rubbed up and down his heated cock. He knew a part of this was the Jingle Jangle making her hot and horny and he could have waited until she came down from it but he wanted to make her feel alive. Everyone says, screwing on Jingle Jangle for the first time is the most pleasure experience anyone could ever have. Jake never fucked on it but he has taken it before and he stayed hard all through the night, jerking off to explicit pictures of Brooke from when they were dating.

“Shh,” he whispered against her mouth the same way she did to him in the hospital, “just lay back. I’m going to take care of you.” Jake’s silver fingers helped take down Brooke’s bra as she unclasped it from the back. At first it hung loosely around her pale breasts, bleached under moonlight. Then Jake pulled the black fabric away and cupped both her swollen boobs in his hands, lightly brushing his thumbs over her sore nipples. “Remember what I said last night?” he asked seeing that she covered her hickeys with makeup. “These are mine.” he pushes his bearded mouth between her heavy mounds and kisses his way up and down her chest before sucking on them softly. Standing up from the log they sat on, Jake lays her down on her back in the sand, and with her help he pulls his shirt up over his head before discarding it. In his back pocket, he reached for a stick of Jingle Jangle. On his knees, which were planted on either side of her, he bites the tip of the paper off and pours the sugar onto his tongue before swallowing.

“I love you.” he whispers, kissing her stomach with his tongue. Blindly, he unbuttons her black skinny jeans and begins pulling them down off her hips while his mouth follows the bereavement of her clothes. Left in only a pair of lacy black underwear, Jake pushes her knees back and nibbles down her inner thigh. “Every night I lied without you… I would look at those stars… and I’d wish on them. I was always looking for my way back to you.” with his teeth, he bites the hem of her lace and slowly pulls them down off her hips. He uses his hand to push them further down her legs as his mouth smothers the heat between her thighs and he licks her pussy like a thirsty dog. The Jingle she took would awaken her every sense and every brush of wind, every mist of ocean water, every touch and kiss, was going to rock through her body like a non-stop exploding orgasm. Jake’s hands reach up over her ribs and hold her boobs down. His tongue slithers over her clit before sucking on the wet bean with a raspy moan. “How’s that feel?” warm digits pinch around her pointed nipples as goosebumps cover her pale skin and her hips arch up into his mouth, feeding him more of her.

Brooke half moaned, half cried out as Jake laid her on her back in the sand. It was cold and wet from their recent rainstorms and the chilly, misty breeze of the ocean. As a result, once Jake removed her bralette, Brooke’s nipples were already pink and hard and when Jake cupped them and pinched the tips between his fingers, Brooke whimpered with overwhelming pleasure. The jingle jangle had set every nerve ending along her body alight, and bursting with intense feeling and pleasure. Brooke wasn’t sure she would survive Jake’s touch the second she felt more of it but she was definitely going to try. “Mmhm,” Brooke hummed in response to Jake’s questions about her boobs. Her head nodded and her light brown eyes remained transfixed on his face. Despite Jake’s hardened expression, there was a unique softness shimmering through his dark gaze, like Christmas lights twinkling in the winter. “Yours....” Brooke all but gasps as Jake’s mouth and scruffy beard trickle down her chest, around the curves of her breasts, hips and stomach. When Brooke finds a moment to look up, she notices Jake’s hands behind the back of his neck. His inked out fingers wrap around the collar of his shirt while Brooke assists him by dragging up the ends to reveal his bruised and battered chest which still looked sexy in the moonlight as the stars radiance reflected off his tanned skin. Jake had always been beautiful, even still after enduring three months of battle and suffering. His body rewarded him by gaining more muscle and building itself up to sustain practically anything. He was lucky to be alive and Brooke felt the same way.

“I love you,” Brooke repeated Jake’s words back to him, with the same intensity that he used towards her. “Mmm, Jake-” His name rolled off her tongue with a desperate purr as her fingers threaded through his hair and she pulled in the exact same moment she raised her hips upwards to help him drag her tight jeans off her legs. Prepared to spread her thighs, Jake stops her before she can by first bending her knees and peeling back the thin layer of her racy, black underwear. The breeze dances across her skin and causes the smell of her hot, wet arousal to waft in the air. Brooke whimpers as Jake whispers his confession into existence and then  presses his nose and mouth up against her folds after rendering her completely naked. Thanks to the jingle jangle, it feels like Jake’s mouth and hands and body are everywhere. Her entire frame was jonesing for a taste of him, like he was the drug she craved and needed above all else. “Jake... Jake... Jake...” Brooke practically convulses, as her tiny waist writhes underneath the steady weight of his mouth as he devours her with dizzying pleasure and skill. Brooke feels like a volcano overheating and threatening to erupt in his viciously thirsty mouth. Her hands stretch out along her sides and she grabs fistfulls of sand as she thrusts eagerly into his salivating mouth, riding his tongue like it was the only thing keeping her alive. In the moment, it was. “God!” Brooke cursed the air, as she raised her hips off the ground the second Jake felt her up and then lowered them again. “Mmm fuck baby,” Brooke pants heavily. Her legs trap his face between her legs and she chases her first orgasm as she cums hard into his mouth, her juices dribbling down the edges of his beard and between the crevice of her ass.

Instead of waiting for Jake to clean her up, Brooke releases her hold around his face and pulls his body up until he’s crawling above her to lay ontop of trembling frame, between her throbbing legs. “Fuck,” Brooke hisses into Jake’s mouth as she kisses him with insatiable need and desire. She can taste herself and the jingle jangle on his lips as she sucks passionately on his tongue and unties his swim trunks before slipping her hands down the back of them until her small hands are palming his round, perky, muscular ass. “Mmm,” Brooke hums while tugging on Jake’s bottom lip with her teeth. She uses her hands and knees  and feet to  remove his trunks the rest of the way and kick them aside, “Baby I need--” A sharp gasp escapes her as Brooke slides a hand between their bodies  to gather the moisture from her previous orgasm and rub it  like lubrication all over Jake’s heavy, hard cock. She feels him tense under her fingers and Brooke smiles warmly and proudly against his lips, “Say it again slowly as you push inside me, babe. Please...” She wants to hear the words again; I .. love.. you.

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Jake M.

Brooke had a muddled perception of the truth. Jake never moved on from her. He may have been hiding out on the Southside for three months, drinking his liver to shit, and downing straws of Jingle Jangle, but he never once forgot about her. She wasn’t the only one who tatted their skin with reminders or laid in bed at night looking up at the stars wondering if they were looking too. Jake hated being away from Brooke for so long, he never planned for it to stretch out as long as it did. But he was trapped there. He didn’t want to drag Brooke into his mess. And when he came back to Lakewood, he tried to act differently because he still wasn’t sure if he could stay. Those fears weren’t unfounded, both the Serpents and the Ghoulies went after him within the short amount of time that he’d been back. Brooke was held at knife-point and his mother was shot in the chest. Brooke may have taken his choices personally but it wasn’t personal to her. He messed up trying to do what he thought was the noble thing. He tried to bury himself. In the end he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t fully become what he needed to be to survive because he was still holding onto hope – that same hope Brooke was carrying for three months. But it was never hers to carry alone. She may not have seen him or felt him. But he was there with her; shouldering that weight.

Jake staggered as Brooke pulled him along the sand. “Ow, slow…” he groaned. It was harder for him to bend his knees and walk across the beach to a deserted log in which Brooke substituted for a bench. “Babe, you are important to me.” Jake sighed, sitting down next to her. “I get why you don’t see it… but trust me, hearing it… living it… It’s not going to make dealing with it any easier. It’ll make it worse.” Tattooed hands cup scruffy cheeks as he lowered his head into his lap and sighed. He didn’t want to go back there; to the Southside. It was a dark three months and he wasn’t himself. As a few stray tears rolled down Brooke’s cheek, Jake used his thumb to wipe them away. “Is this why you don’t want to be my girlfriend? Or why you don’t want to move in with me? It’s because the other girls? Because you think I moved on and forgotten about you? – because baby, I didn’t…” Jake carefully combed strands of blonde hair behind her ear and kissed her wet cheekbone. 

“Okay. Okay, I’ll tell you. And when I’m finished… you can make up your mind.” he pauses to wet his lips by rolling his tongue over the dryness. His dark eyes look up, glistening like the stars in the night sky. “The first girl was some college chick who I met at the Whyte Wyrm. It’s this biker bar owned by the Serpents. She was drunk. Looking to impress her friends. I was drunk. Missing you like crazy. It was a month and a half after I left. I didn’t think I was ever going to be able to come back. Not without putting the people I care about in danger. So I owned it. At least I tried to. I don’t remember her name but she approached me and a few others and I thought it would be easier if I completely turned. If I accepted it. So I slept with her at the hang house. In the morning, I felt terrible. I knew I’ve crossed a threshold. I knew I was in it deep and wouldn’t be able to go back. I knew you wouldn’t forgive me and so I convinced myself that you moved on. A couple weeks later, the Serpents crashed a wedding. The bride-to-be was a former serpent and lover to an under-boss named Grizzly Adams. He attacked the groom and the serpents destroyed the wedding. Turned out, the groom was a Ghoulie and the bride’s family hated him. They celebrated the fact that we took it over. There was a girl there. Some blonde that reminded me of you. She invited me to the after-party and we hooked up in the bathroom. Her name was Lynne. She meant nothing. Both meant nothing. They were only one-time. I thought I could commit to this new self and that everyone would be better off but I couldn’t. That’s why I came back. But if it’s too late… I get it. But no, I will not move on. I will not forget you. That is not the easy way out. I do love you. I do want you. Only you. I promise to be yours and only yours.”

Is this why you don’t want to be my girlfriend? Or why you don’t want to move in with me? It’s because the other girls? Because you think I moved on and forgotten about you? -- At Jake’s questions, Brooke nodded a meekly ‘yes.’ She was afraid of giving her heart to him and him not wanting it, or returning it when something better came along. Brooke probably shouldn’t have, but she blamed herself for Jake leaving. She thought she was the problem. And she convinced herself he didn’t really want her until she realized that making it all about her just made her vain, and selfish and she didn’t want to add more qualities or reasons for her to loathe herself. “What do you mean you didn’t?” Brooke perked up, while continuing to dry her eyes with her sleeve. She let Jake talk and didn’t comment until he was finished. Though, even when he was done, it took her a few minutes to gather her thoughts. Her mind was spinning as she pictured the images Jake depicted from his own memory. The visions Brooke got were hazy, much like she assumed Jake’s were from being so heavily under the influence. There was some satisfaction in the knowledge that he wasn’t sober when it happened. Not that being wasted was an excuse or even made it better. But, it was something. People often thought that alcohol brought out the hidden truth in people but that wasn’t entirely true. Sure, it took away their inhibitions but inhibitions also stood for various methods of caring. Having control over one’s own actions was a sign of maturity and consideration. Both mattered but were often overlooked. Jake didn’t hook up with these girls because he wanted to. And even if a small part of him did, the parts that needed to prove something to himself and the serpents weighed out above all else and were his core driving factors. Knowing that, helped. It helped because Brooke now understood why he did it and it helped her see that at the time, he was at a loss on what else to do to cope.

“Thank you,” Brooke said at last as she let go of her legs to sit more formally on the log next to him. A moment of silence passed as Brooke contemplated her next move. Could she forgive him and move on? Or was still too hung up on the past? Jake seemed patient as he waited for her to decide. Her decision later coming in the form of her standing up. She dusted her ass off and then made it look like she was going to walk away from him for good but instead she grabbed ahold of Jake’s wrists and held his arms up as well as open before she swung one leg over his lap to sit down and straddle his waist. She then brought his arms that she was holding up around the back of her waist while she folded hers around his neck, and ran her fingers through his dark curls, “It’s not too late Jake, because I forgive you.” Brooke then took a moment to bend down and peck his mouth before bringing her left thumb over his bottom lip, tracing the fatty tissue while smiling, “I’m sorry for overreacting and showing off in front of Chuck. I just wanted to make you jealous because sometimes Cheryl just gets me so angry. And I know I shouldn’t let her but she’s a bitch.” Brooke hummed against Jake’s lips and felt her heat buzz between her legs as the butterflies in her stomach from being so close to him, reawakened. “I don’t want to go back up there until I feel you.” The Jingle Jangle was alive again as Brooke rocked her hips above Jake’s lap and she rubbed her clothed pussy against his pelvis in a private, silent gesture of what she wanted, “I want you to make love to me, Jake. I need you to show me how you feel. You’ve always been great at that. Please babe,” Brooke whimpered against his lips, as she reached behind herself to unclasp her pretty revealing top.

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Jake M.

Jake was a little thrown off by the way Brooke lashed out before admitting she actually hated him. He had a feeling last night. Jake could tell she was no longer into the idea of a relationship with him the moment he asked her to be his girlfriend. He had finally let his walls down because he trusted Brooke. He thought she wouldn’t break his heart, even if he broke hers. He didn’t think her love was vengeful and cruel like that. But here she was; encouraging Chuck and the boys to hit on her while pushing Jake away. He knew he should have stopped her. He should have explained but there was no point. There was enough said between them at the hospital last night. And what he got from it was; she didn’t want to move in with him, she didn’t forgive him for Cheryl, and she hated him. After a heated stare between them, Brooke blew past the crowd of alcohol-induced teenagers and instead of stopping her, Jake turned around when some skater-guy approached him for a bag of Jingle Jangle. “Sure, bro. Just tell your friends Chuck Clayton hooked you up.” the guy may have been a stoner but even he knew who Chuck Clayton was; Former captain of the Bulldogs. Top of his class. King of the sticky maple. “I sell for him. Just keep my name out of it for a 15 percent discount.” Jake handed him twenty-five sticks and sent him on his way. Before soon, word got out and the entire party was high off Jake’s Jingle Jangle. Including, Chuck, whom was getting a little too handsy with a sophomore in the corner. Jake was on his way over to the star-asshole when he was suddenly blocked off by Brooke, whom came in like a strong wind off the tip of a storm.

As Brooke’s arms wound around his neck and she pulled him into a heated kiss, Jake was somewhat distracted, and barely reciprocated. When they parted lips, he watched her dilated eyes open, staring deeply into his. She was high. That was why she was here and he wasn’t going to let her knock his wall back down only to stab his heart and run away again. “If you love me, you wouldn’t be trying to hurt me. I wasn’t trying to hurt you when I left and I wasn’t trying to hurt you with Cheryl. I’ve made mistakes, Brooke. But I was trying to move past them…with you. How am I supposed to do that with you turning on me? You said you hated me. You took off. This isn’t a game, Brooke, and you don’t have to get even. You had me. I – I told you everything. I asked you to be mine. I asked you to stay with me. It’s obvious you don’t want that.” Jake wasn’t mad that she stole the drugs or that she didn’t tell him she was awake when Tall Boy visited them. He was too fixated on the rest, wondering how they were going to move forward from this.

“Just listen to me. I’m not mad you took the Jingle. Sure, I’m indebted to Dylan now. But it’s better than being arrested. You saved my ass. You … were smart… which is something, I’m usually not.” Jake sighed, taking a glimpse at Chuck and the girl he got intoxicated. “Look at Chuck right now.” Jake’s hands softly guide Brooke to turn around. “He was kicked off the team for slut-shaming. He ruins people. I don’t mind you dressing sexy. It’s hot as fuck. I like it. You look amazing. But when you fight with me in front of other guys and lead them on…it looks bad. If Chuck was a Serpent or a Ghoulie, he would have taken that as a challenge. His friends would have put a knife on me and they would have led you away. I can’t protect you if you’re against me. I can’t protect you when you’re getting wasted, telling me off, and then leaving the party. Someone could have followed you. Someone like Stavo or Rocket or even Tall Boy could have showed up. You want to trust me, but I need to trust you. It works both ways and I’ve promised to meet you halfway. But what’s halfway? What can I do to prove that I love you? Because if I didn’t – love you… I’d be on the Southside right now getting arrested over Stavo’s dead body. You’re the only thing… keeping me hanging on right now. …I’m alive… because I love you.”

Brooke gave a sigh as her heavy heart grew even heavier. She could barely stand up right on her own and wasn’t sure if that was because of the alcohol and jingle jangle or Jake not reciprocating her kiss. His walls were back up, and were reluctant to let her back in again. In some ways, she could understand that however, it still hurt. “That’s just it,” Brooke groans. She wasn’t trying to pick a fight with him, she really wasn’t. But, she couldn’t help defending her own feelings. Lord knows she sacrificed them for him before, and she deserved better now. She didn’t deserve to be the only one waiting around for him for three months. She didn’t deserve to be the only one who never gave up hope on a future with him. She believed there was one but, did he? When he was on the Southside hooking up with other girls, did she even cross his mind? Did he even stop to think that she wouldn’t like it? That she might not forgive him? When he was with Cheryl, what the hell went on in his mind? Did he even care that she was only there at Reggie’s party in the first place because he gave her a lift? Even if she did ditch the party, did that make it okay? If he didn’t get through to her on the phone, if she wasn’t there in the closet, what would have happened? Brooke hated that she even had to ask herself these questions. Especially when the person she should have been asking was right in front of her. She needed answers. All of them. And until she had them, she couldn’t move on. It wasn’t enough for Jake to say that he didn’t go through with it that night because all he could think about was her. When why? Why was he thinking about her? He wasn’t beforehand, when he was acting like a dog outside Reggie’s yard as he put Matt through a series of unnecessary tests. “Jake,” Brooke sighs, “You didn’t have to try. It still hurts nonetheless. Because I love you, because while you were gone I never lost hope that you’d one day come back for me. It’s why I got that stupid tattoo because you promised me!” Brooke’s voice was low, and broken as she spoke through her tears, “You promised me 11 trillion lifetimes with you, an always and forever. Broken up or not, it wasn’t over for me and you might think it’s okay because technically we weren’t together but to me, we were. So yes, to me, it feels like I’ve been cheated on. It feels like I’ve been led on and lied to. And maybe it’s unfair to punish you for what happened but Jake, it’s unfair that I have to worry about you straying with someone else. If things get too hard, if it takes me too long to get over it -- assuming I even can -- are you just gonna run away again? Move onto whatever’s easier? Throw yourself into more trouble because it’s less personal problems that you have to deal with? That’s what it sounds like to me.”

This wasn’t necessarily the time or the place to be having this sort of heated conversation. There was a lot on the line right now, and a lot that came pouring out of both of their mouths which they each have seemed to have ignored and covered up with sex. Which by the way, the sex was great and existed as a nice distraction for awhile but it couldn’t forever. They could only avoid real feelings and real issues for so long before they bubbled to the surface and exploded. Tonight that happened and it was unfortunate that it had to while people were around. But, if it weren’t for Cheryl showing up, or what happened with Chuck, who knows if they even would even be having this conversation. Speaking of Chuck, Brooke stared at him across the stretch of sand as he had some shitfaced sophomore tucked under his arm. She was wasted beyond belief and Jake was right, that could have been her or worse. And instead of playing games and retaliating, she should have been the bigger person. At least, she’d hate herself less for making a fool of herself while upset and angry. “You don’t trust me?” At first, that evident lack of faith was the only thing Brooke could process, “Forget it. Come with me, we need to talk and I need to sit down.” Brooke reached for Jake’s hand before she lightly tugged on his tattooed fingers and gestured for him to follow her towards the water, closer to the bluff where she sat down on a broken log next to him. Her light brown eyes closed as she dipped her head back and let the soft, salt water mist spray her face. It felt good and relaxing as she gave his argument some thought. Her brain felt like a kalediscope but she did her best to sort through its shapes and colors in order to see a brighter, clearer picture. At that point, her knees were pulled up against her chest and she was hugging her legs protectively. “I want to feel like I’m important to you, like I’m the only one you want or could ever see yourself with and I just don’t feel like that’s true right now. And maybe it’s because I can’t get past what’s happened. Maybe I just need to know everything in order for me to process it and move past it completely.” Brooke knew Jake wouldn’t connect what the hell she was talking about on his own and so she clarified, “I want to know who the other girls were even if it hurts me. I want to know their names, how you met them, exactly what happened and then I want to know why and how. I just don’t understand it, Jake. I don’t understand why you didn’t think about me or us before or while it was happening. I don’t understand how I could be forgotten to you so easily in those moments when you apparently love me. I just don’t get it,” Brooke raised a hand to wipe a few tears that threatened to roll down her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket, “Just tell me the truth, tell me all of it so I can process it and move on. Otherwise, I’m just gonna keep thinking about it and wondering why every time we’re together and I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to punishing you but, I just feel like there’s nothing else I can do until I understand it.”

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Jake M.

“Of course I did. The Jake aims to please.” his voice was soft and whimsical as he leaned forward between her knees, his hands planted on either side of her. Jake assumed a kiss was about to happen which is why he places a hand over her thigh and brings his lips closer. However, before they could make contact with hers, Brooke spoke up and caught Jake’s attention in a different kind of way. He had forgotten all about it until she reminded him that there was unfinished business between them concerning the stash that went missing. Listening, Jake propped himself onto his elbows with his face in his hands, looking up. Then the door swung open and in poured a noisy crowd of rambunctious teenagers. Jake went from a golden brown to a beet red when Cheryl strutted in with Reggie and his goons. He specifically told Reggie not to bring the spawn of Satan. Apparently, Mantle the Magnificent couldn’t read. 

“When someone says they don’t want you at their party, it means don’t come. So leave.” Jake wasn’t going to be polite to Cheryl because she wasn’t polite to Brooke and he knew she was only teasing to get under her skin. Cheryl was a bully. It was the only way for her to stay relevant. “I’m sorry! You know I get excited for parties. I didn’t even see Cheryl there. She can be freakishly quiet when she needs to be.” Reggie explained with an apologetic expression which wasn’t totally sincere but it also wasn’t completely crap either. “Uh, Ronnie, didn’t you say you lost a pearl in the backseat of my Camaro?” it wasn’t very subtle but that was Reggie’s way of asking Veronica for a quickie out front. This much was obvious when the jock turned around after placing an arm over Veronica’s shoulders and hanging his tongue out like a horny bulldog. Jake chuckled until he turned toward Brooke to see her downing a double shot of tequila. “You good?” he asked with a hint of concern in his deep-voice. As Brooke responded with a sarcastic comment, Jake flinched and shook his head like he was trying and failing to understand her. “JJ? You? No,” he scoffed. However, there was no stopping her as she pushed a twenty against his chest and grabbed the product from Dylan’s bag. “Fine. Whatever. It’s a party…” Jake relented, watching as she poured the crushed up MDMA onto her tongue before swallowing the sugary powder. 

“Give it time. It takes a minute.” Jake stood by as Brooke shrugged out of her jacket and hung it over a chair. His face hardened upon seeing what she was wearing. There wasn’t much left to the imagination in her see-through floral top which exposed her midriff and the voluptuous curves of her heavy-chest. “Babe, you’re practically topless.” Jake complained as Chuck walked over with a few of his football friends. As Brooke smiled at Chuck, Jake took a step back as if he’d just been bitten. And maybe he had, by her frost. She was acting cold and he didn’t like the sudden change. “You wanna be buried in the sand out there, Chuck? Get lost and take your drooling dogs with you.” Jake grabbed the lemon Brooke discarded and hurled it at Chuck, who quickly dodged it with a swipe of the hand. Laughing, the former football captain continued to eye the blonde before slowly backing away. “Yo, B’ holla at me when you get sick of Tommy Lee.” he runs his thumb under his lip and winks.

“Feelin’ accomplished now?” Jake asks with a shrug at Brooke. “I didn’t invite Cheryl. I told Reggie NOT to invite her. Look, she’s only toying with you because you let her. You wanna get her back? I’m game. I’m sure there’s something we can do to knock her off her throne. Fight with me. Not against me. I thought that was the whole point here? Us being together. Unless this morning was too much for you and you’ve changed your mind? Then you can tell me now. Otherwise, quit flirting with these jock-asses. Because yes, showing off your suckers and smiling when you get attention from other guys is a form of cheating. You’re encouraging them to hit on you. And in front of my face, no less. If that’s the way it’s going to be, you can run off with the mutt right now. But then we’re over. For good.”

“Actually yes,” Brooke’s response is both; bitter-sharp and immediate as well as accompanied with a nod of her head. It sounded petty, and it probably was, but it satisfied her to know that she got a successful reaction out of Jake. Brooke needed that validation in order to prove to herself that Jake cared about her, and that he’d be bothered if someone else gave her the attention or pleasures she deserved. The same way she was bothered when the roles were reversed. Like how she was with Cheryl. Granted, Jake took things way further with Cheryl than Brooke ever could with someone else. And because of that, it deepened her trust issues and faith in Jake to remain committed to her. He easily moved on with two others while he was away, meanwhile she never has. And almost did with Cheryl the night of Reggie’s party. It was dangerous revisiting that night in her head but, Brooke couldn’t help it. It was like a cancer that ate away at her heart and poisoned it. Had she not been there, would he have gone through with it? Brooke truly believed he would have and that was the kicker. That was what bothered her and riled her up more than Cheryl herself. Because Brooke knew Cheryl was bitch. Hell, the whole school knew it too. Yet, she was a bitch who almost had Jake and there was no erasing that. Which meant there was no getting over it either. And as horrible as it was, Brooke wanted Jake to feel that same crushing weight in his chest that she did the night he almost screwed Cheryl right in front of her. She wanted him to know what it felt like to have her in the palm of his hand and then come so excruciatingly close to losing her forever. To have his heart stomped on in the worst way possible. It was mean, and ugly of her to want that but she did. And yet, she hasn’t yet realized that it’s already happened. At her father’s club when Stavo threatened to kill her by slicing her throat and forever leaving that on Jake’s conscious. Which was worse; Jake dry humping with Cheryl? Or Jake possibly living with the fact that he was the reason his best friend, and love of his life was almost murdered? Not to mention, his mom was still suffering from his mistakes and he had to carry that weight around with him.

If Brooke were in her right mind, she would have considered these things and she would have instantly felt bad or apologized for her actions. Alas, she wasn’t thinking clearly and thus, she’d given him no apology and no credit. “It doesn’t matter, Jake. It’s Cheryl. She’s so desperate to be loved and feared that she’ll find whatever loophole there is and slip right on through it. Besides, she’s like a cockroach. You can step on her but she just keeps coming back. And you know, that’s such a male response to shift all the blame and heat on her. It’s not just her I hate. It’s you, too.” Brooke confessed. Her brain was screaming at her to shut her mouth but her lips wouldn’t let her. Until the jingle jangle took full effect, the tequila and therefore the truth serum swimming through her veins, claimed full control. “I mean,” Brooke paused to cover her mouth as she thwarted a hiccup, completely ignoring Jake’s ultimatum because unlike him, she wasn’t the type to go off and hook up with random strangers, “I hate what you did. Or what I now know you’re capable of. At least we all know Cheryl’s a bitch,” Brooke’s voice raised an octave before she continued, “But you... you say things like you love me but guess what Jake? I don’t feel it. I don’t feel like you do. And it just....” It might’ve seemed like she was mad but really she was more hurt and disappointed and it showed on her face, “...hurts.” While shaking her head, Brooke grabs the bottle of Chardonnay and her jacket to head outside where she could plant her butt in the sand, listen to the waves and watch the stars as the jingle whatever sunk in. She never expected or even suspected Jake would join her. She knew he had to accomplish selling his quota for the serpents or else that man that came to visit him in the hospital would gut him like a fish.

“Hey man,” Some stoner steps up to Jake in the kitchen while eying his bag that some chick scored the jingle jangle. “Can I get some? I’ll totally buy a quarter off you.” Not long after the first customer stepped forward, so did others. Before Jake knew it, everyone was lining up to buy a stick or pill and the stash ran low while the cash overflowed. Things might have seemed bleak personally wise but that didn’t mean they had to be economically. Granted, it wouldn’t last. Brooke had already felt the jingle jangle kick in and when her energy skyrocketed and her hormones reinvigorated, the only person she wanted to see or be with was Jake. Therefore, she got up, dust herself off and rushed back inside to find him. However, he met her half way as he emerged from the bluff away from the party. Before he could say anything, Brooke reached up to twine her arms around his neck and pull him in for a heated kiss, which Brooke only broke to apologize, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just.. mad because I don’t want to love you and get hurt again but I do. I love you.” Brooke knew it was the first time she’d said it so blatantly since he left three months ago. Since he’s been back and he’s confessed his feelings to her, Brooke’s refused to say it, thinking she’d jinx it somehow. But, he needed to know. “And it’s because I love you that I have to tell you it was me,” her mouth was doing it again, but this time Brooke welcomed it before they were interrupted a third time, “I took it. I was awake when that guy came to visit you but I pretended to be asleep. I didn’t want you doing it. But, I know you don’t have a choice. I thought I was protecting you by getting rid of it. And I guess I did with Keller but not so much the serpents and Jake, I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad. I’ll pay you back, I promise.”