"Why not?" Judging by experience, bad ideas are often the most rewarding. And isn't that what Jake is looking for? A reward. Something tangible to take with him after being sated properly? Nina's pussy would surely do that. Not only would she take Jake's virginity (unbeknownst to her) -- she would cement herself permanently in his life and in his memories. When he looked back on this day years later, or told his grandkids about how he lost his v-card... he would have to recount this event. Her name over Brooke's.
For Tyler, Nina seducing Jake was about him getting Brooke's best friend out of the way so he could move in on her. For Nina, this was about power. It was about proving to everyone, especially her latest sidekick, that she was the real powerhouse among their friend group. She was the one, the guys wanted to fuck and the girls aspired to be. Not Brooke Maddox. She needed to be knocked down a peg or two, reminded of where she stood on their social ladder's food chain.
Which, is why Nina forces Jake down onto the bed with her hands placed above his shoulders. "Don't worry, Jakeypoo. No one has to know what I do to you. It's just you and me here. Tyler would kill you if he ever saw us together and what Brooke doesn't see, can't hurt her right? Don't you want to practice, anyway? Make sure you'll be good enough for her when the time finally comes? She has a lot of romantic ideals. Trust me, I would know. Girl talk and all. You have sooooo many expectations to live up to. So consider this me, helping you. For her. She's my best friend, I want the best for her. And I know you no longer want to be hers. You want to be the guy that she can't stop thinking about, right? The guy she craves and comes undone for with a single look? The one who makes her freak flag fly and she just has to have at the drop of a hat." In other words.... he wants to be more like Tyler.
Who, come to think of it.... has Brooke in that very same predicament. Downstairs, Brooke can barely hold herself upright let alone form a coherent response to Tyler's goading. If it weren't for his hands holding her up and making sure their electric kiss didn't break -- even after they knocked over a tower of beer bottles -- she might've collapsed into a puddle on the floor. His hands on her ass, under her shirt, and then over the front of her shorts sends shockwaves through Brooke's system. Pleasure stabs at the juncture between her thighs, creating a series of spasms and gasps the moment Tyler's fingers locate her sweet spot. She's not only soaking wet from her dip in the pool with Jake but, from the arousal he draws out of her.
Look at me with those pretty eyes. Her mouth falls open with a shuddering gasp just as she feels him spread her pussy lips wide open. "Tyler," She whines. Her voice sounds so strangled, you would've thought he was choking her. Instead, he merely ups the ante by pressing his thumb so far up against her clit it makes her sing like a caged bird, desperate to be let out of its prison. By now, her arousal had begun to beat like a drum against his finger, giving way to how easy it was for him to rile her up with a single touch. He wasn't this bold or this possessive in France. Sure, he taught her what being fingered felt like but.... this time was different. For starters, it was insanely more hot.
Part of her is even worried she might combust purely from overheating. Was that even a thing? Was it possible to die from overstimulation? It sure as hell felt like it. To make matters worse, or slightly more embarrassing for her, Tyler just has to comment on it. He warns her to calm down, lest she fall freely towards her open grave. "Oh my----" she would've said GOD! but her words were overshadowed by her moans the second he enters not one but two fingers inside of her. Brooke has no choice but to grab ahold of something. Which just so happens to be the sleeves of Tyler's leather jacket. Every nerve ending along her body is alive and screaming for pleasure and mercy. Which he never really shows her. But rather, he reminds her of their pact. So long as they were fucking or getting physical with each other, they were not to do the same thing with others. He says he hasn't with Nina, therefore she shouldn't with Jake.
Oh god. Jake! Since the moment Tyler cornered her in the kitchen, Brooke forgot all about him. He was a distant thought, a distant memory to what was currently taking place between them. But, the reminder snaps her out of it. As does Tyler's encouragement to go find him before Nina does. Considering, they know the risks of leaving the two alone, together. France only happened after Brooke watched Nina flirt with Jake and nearly fuck him on the dance floor. At least that's the story Brooke was going to go with to avoid admitting her feelings for Tyler might be complicated and overwhelming. Fitting, since his kiss reiterates that. Brooke's dizzy with want after it ends and he pulls his wet finger out of her shorts to sample the taste of her from it. The way his tongue wraps around the evidence of her moisture and sucks it dry, is enough to make her knees clench.
Had she been in a more stable frame of mind, she might've questioned the meaning behind his next few words and the suggestion they're laced with. Isn't that where Jake is waiting for you? Why don't you go check on him? I'll be outside, waiting by my car, if you need a ride. What made him think she would need a ride once she found him? Did Tyler know something that Brooke didn't? "Yeah.... okay...." she can barely walk, let alone think straight after Tyler releases her to rejoin the party. Brooke does but not without forgetting to take the bottle of Grey Goose she originally went downstairs to get.
Her feet lagged the whole way, resembling dead weights as she turned the doorknob and twisted it open into Noel Cameron's bedroom. The second it hung ajar, it revealed a topless Nina spread over Jake's lap. The skirt her friend had on had luckily concealed Brooke's view enough that she couldn't physically see Jake's cock wedged between her pussy but the implication and reality was there all the same. "Oh my god!" Brooke gasps, prior to covering her mouth with her hands. From their position, Jake's back is facing her so he can't see her trembling frame until Nina fists his hair and pries his mouth away from her aching tits. "Brooke--" The redhead feigns her embarrassment. Though, she doesn't make an effort to get off of Jake.
Not that it matters because by that point, Brooke has seen enough. She's already half way down the hall and through the front door, when the tears and the visceral sting of her friends' betrayal become more imminent. Both can be felt in deepest parts of her belly and seen in her sorrowful eyes as she breezes past Tyler outside, on her path down the driveway. If he calls out to her or sees her leave, she can't hear him past the blood thumping in her ears. All she wants is to get the hell out of there and fast before Jake has time to catch up to her and beg to explain.
