Freaky Friendsgiving Festivities
It was the Saturday before Thanksgiving, and Brooke was not looking forward to partaking in the annual Friendsgiving that her twin brother, Brad, and his wife, Faith, hosted every year. Brooke made her way to the front door of their beautiful fancy suburban home in one of the elitist suburbs right outside Nashville. Brad and his wife’s neighborhood was so Pleasantville vibes it made her want to vomit every time she drove up to their house. Like every year, Brooke was responsible for the booze. So, she made sure she bought all the white claws, cabernet sauvignons, grey goose, and any alcohol you could possibly name. Brooke brought it. She knew that keeping the alcohol flowing would be the only way to survive this annual Thanksgiving shindig.
As Brooke approached their front door, she heard Cardi B blaring through the house. Placing the bags of alcohol on the ground and plastering on a fake smile, she knocked as hard as possible on the front door. After a few minutes, her sister-in-law and best friend, Faith, opened the door. As always, Faith was overly excited to see her, and her positive energy was contagious and softened Brooke’s rotten mood. Faith’s appearance was always striking and well put together. She had flawless ebony skin, currently rocking her hair in box braids down to her ass, and her slender frame was dressed in a burnt orange mini sweater dress that made her long legs go on for days. Faith was so attractive; she gave Naomi Campbell a run for her money.
“Boys! Boys! Brookie is here, and she needs help getting the rest of the alcohol out of her car,” Faith screamed as she picked up the bags by Brooke’s feet and carried them into the house. Heading to the kitchen, Brooke threw her car keys at her twin brother, who blew her an air kiss and headed towards her car. Brooke felt a sloppy wet kiss to her temple and a slap on her ass, causing her to turn around in anger and push at the culprit who had the audacity to grope her.
“Gross! Bobby, get the fuck away from me,” Brooke shouted as he laughed and followed Brad to her car to grab the rest of the bags of alcohol. Brooke’s skin crawled, and she gave a shiver of revulsion as she took a deep breath and rolled her eyes at Faith. Faith stood there shaking her head at Robert’s disgusting and disrespectful antics.
“Once a perv, always a perv,” Faith sarcastically exclaimed as she poured Brooke a glass of wine and then one for herself.
“Girl, there is not enough penicillin in the world for me to let fire crotch near me,” Brooke laughed as she took a hefty gulp of her wine and then clinked her glass against Faith’s in agreement.
“Amen to that sister! But women can’t get enough of Robert Miller’s charm, sea-green eyes, and that tall, muscular frame. Well, I guess when I put it that way if you’re sex on legs. Willing to fuck anything with a hole, a terrible personality doesn’t matter,” Faith joked as she moved around the kitchen dancing to Cardi B and checking on the food in the pots on the stove and plating delicious smelling finger foods on serving trays for the guests in her living room. Faith was the ultimate hostess, which scored her major brownie points with Brooke’s mother. Brooke’s mother was always telling her how she needed to be more like her best friend even before she became Brad’s “could do no wrong” wifey.
“Well, your monster-in-law is smitten by Mr. Robert Miller. I swear, even before I was out of the wound, she had wedding bells in her head about me marrying him. It’s sickening because all she cares about are appearances and perfect pedigrees. If she only knew that he was the bane of my existence. She keeps him thinking that if he just gives me the time, I’ll give in to him. Girl, I’ve been running from him since he tried to kiss me in Kindergarten,” Brooke said, exasperated as Faith placed a charcuterie board in her hands to carry out to the others.
“Brookie, you always give in to your mommy dearest; so, you will more than likely be Mrs. Robert Miller, fairly soon. I will say that sophomore year you studied abroad in Europe while we were at Vandy; Bobby was wrecked over you,” Faith whispered as they joined the others in the living room with finger foods. The mention of her sophomore year of college sent a chill up Brooke’s spine and made her feel a slight twinge of pain in her chest. She plastered on a bogus smile and pretended interest in getting to know the girlfriends or the newest playthings of her brother’s friends. Brooke took another swig of her wine glass, knowing she would need it as she sat in the room full of giggly bimbos and arrogant men.
Brooke made her way down the hall to the bathroom and was greeted by loud groans and moans, making her stomach churn with disgust. Seriously, who has sex at someone else’s home, she thought to herself, annoyed and in desperate need of the bathroom after the many glasses of wine she’d consumed. Turning around to head towards the stairs, Brooke heard the bathroom door fling open, and she turned around and caught a glance of a flustered petite brunette embarrassingly fixing her skirt and retreating quickly back to the living room. Before she knew it, Bobby had her pinned against the wall and was kissing her lips and running his tongue slowly down her neck. Brooke struggled to get out of his grasp as his body weight pinned her to the wall.
He laughed as he relaxed his grasp on her wrists and let her go, whispering, “Your next baby to go to pound town with me before this shindig is over.” Then he blew a kiss her way as she shot him the middle finger and made fake gagging noises towards his direction. Brooke slammed the bathroom door and locked it leaning against it. Honestly, she was content with spending the rest of the evening holdinghauled up in the bathroom and not having to play nice with people she had no interest in getting to know. Brad and Faith better be happy she loved them until the end of time. Otherwise, she’d never show her face around any family members or family friends. Worst of all, she hated how close of proximity she was to Robert Miller. He was one vile and gross individual that was constantly forced upon her, whether he was doing the forcing or her mother.
After ten minutes in the bathroom, Brooke made her way back to the living room. Grabbing up a white claw and tired of the aimless female gossip and chatter, she watched her brother and his dumbass friends stand in front of an aluminum turkey fryer pot outdoors. Her twin brother wore goggles over his face, an orange and black buffalo check flannel, and yellow rubber gloves. Brooke laughed to herself, amused as one of his college frat brothers, openedopen the lid to the turkey fryer dressed in similar gear. The flame was growing noticeably high as Brad dropped the turkey into the pot. Hot grease from the fryer began to bubble over, and the pot instantaneously combusted. Brooke watched in utter terror as her brother and his friends tried to escape the flames, and his flannel shirt caught on fire, and so did part of the patio.
Brooke heard a piercing scream and realized it was her as she ran outside and tried to make sure Brad was okay. As the other women followed her outside hot on her heels, she yelled, “One of you drunk idiots call fucking 9-1-1! Tthe house is on fire, and Brad and Collin are hurt!” Brooke pushed throughthrew the huddle of men trying to get as close to Brad, as possible, feeling herself shutter in fear over the whole scene she just witnessed. Brad was her everything; she couldn’t lose her twin as she stared down at his limp body.
“Move to the side, Blondie,” a firefighter exclaimed, jogging up to her side as they cleared the perimeter of the backyard. Brooke shot daggers at him and didn’t move a muscle as she kneeled beside Brad, who had yet to open his eyes. Plus, she hated when people called her Barbiebarbie or Blondie because of her waist-length natural sandy blonde hair. It insulted her intelligence, and the firefighter’s words only added to her anger and annoyance at the situation. She hated how Brad was always the daring and rambunctious one of their duo. Now, his stupidity may have caused him to become severely injured, and there was no chance in hell she was leaving Brad’s side until she knew if he was okay. She winced as she looked at the burn on his stomach, and she could still smell burnt rubber from the melted gloves lying near his body. The firefighter huffed out a breath and started screaming, “Lieutenant! Lieutenant! I can’t get her to move so we can contain the area and help the two possible victims!”
Brooke felt herself being lifted into the air as she kicked and screamed in an emotional fit. The firefighter carried her over his shoulder to the curb. Brooke was set near the others that had been removed from the backyard. Once, she got her footing, she was eye level with the fireman’s broad chest and began pounding on him, trying to get back to Brad. She felt a hand squeeze her shoulder, and she peered into Faith’s watery eyes and grabbed her into a tight hug. Amid the craziness of this evening, Brooke had totally forgotten about the welfare of her brother’s wife and how she was taking the situation.
“It’ll all be okay,” Brooke tearfully soothed Faith as they held each other, not wanting there to be any severe ramifications of Brad’s actions.
“I told him not to do it. He wouldn’t listen! I hate and love him so much, Brookie. Your twin is so fucking annoying,” Faith exclaimed, bringing a slight quirk to the corner of Brooke’s mouth. Faith had been saying that about Brad since they met in college while Brad helped his twin sister move into her dorm.
“Even though he convinced you to be down with the swirl,” Brooke joked, trying to lighten the moment with Brad’s promise to Faith that she’d be his when she brushed him off by saying she liked her men liked she liked her coffee. “He’s a fighter. He’ll be okay. He always is. He’s our rock and the strong one,” Brooke murmured more to herself than to Faith as she hugged her closely.
Minutes passed like what felt like eternities, and Brooke swore she felt herself age as she waited for the firemen to be finished. She held in her breath as they brought out Brad on a stretcher with an oxygen mask on his face. Faith and Brooke ran to her brother’s side, and she was able to let out a deep breath of relief as she saw his Cancun blue eyes flicker open to looking at her. As they transported him to the ambulance, the paramedic stopped her and Faith by sternly saying, “Only one of you can ride.” Both women looked at one another, and even as it killed her, Brooke nodded at Faith to climb on since it was only fair since she was his wife. As the ambulance doors closed, Brooke turned around, her breath catching in her throat, and she felt every muscle in her body tense because she couldn’t believe her eyes.
“Brooke, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You’re so pale,” Bobby asked, rubbing her arm trying to bring her some comfort. Before she knew it, she was running towards the fire truck as the firefighter moved to close it, so, they could head out after finishing up with the mess here.
“Chase Young,” Brooke screamed as she grabbed the door and her eyes collided with dark blue broody eyes. The fireman had black smudges on his cheek, but that couldn’t diminish his level of attractiveness. His eyes looked weary at first, and then he let out a low whistle.
“Brooke Barlowe,” he answered, wrenching the door to the truck out of her grasp and slamming the door shut in her face. As the fire engine drove off, she felt stunned and shaken up. She couldn’t believe how small the world was and that she had come face to face with her first love, once again. Bobby was right. She had seen a ghost from her past but, in that present moment, she felt her heartbreak as if the emotional wounds were still fresh and her soul was still bleeding.
Brooke took a deep breath as she strutted into Firehouse 27 with a nervous smile on her face. She was arriving at the firehouse under false pretenses of bringing the crew an apple pie for making sure her brother’s home didn’t burn down and that he and one of his best friends didn’t suffer any fatalities from the fried turkey failure. But Brooke was really there to ensure that Chase Young had been one of the firemen on duty and not just a figment of her overly emotional state that evening. His ass better still be here, Brooke thought to herself. Otherwise, she’d be pissed. Shamelessly, she harassed the EMT at the hospital to find out what fire engine had been called out to the Barlowe’s residence that evening. If she had had to bribe the poor young man, she would have out of her determination to catch another glimpse at Chase. She had quickly left the hospital after hearing her twin had minor injuries from the Friendsgiving fiasco. Plus, Faith was doing enough fussing over him for the both of them to ensure he was well taken care of for his overnight stay at the hospital for observations.
The heels of Brooke’s tan ankle booties tapped on the cement floor as she entered the firehouse and was welcomed by whistles and catcalls, which didn’t surprise her in the slightest. She had on a crop denim shirt tied at the waist with a white lace minidress underneath that showed a generous amount of cleavage and brought attention to her hourglass frame. Of course, she had made a detour home to freshen up to make sure she looked her best due to the expectation of facing Chase after all these years.
“Hey, Blondie! I see you’re still looking like a Kate Upton doppelgänger, sweetheart,” the young loudmouth fireman from earlier bellowed out from on top of one of the fire engines. “I apologize for having to get Lieutenant Young on you earlier so, we could get you out of that situation, babe. I hope that doesn’t hurt my chances with you,” he continued, which got him laughs from some of the other firefighters around.
Brooke threw her head back and gave a genuine laugh at the young guy’s ballsy come on, and then she haughtily responded, “I brought you guys an apple pie as thanks for rescuing us earlier today!” Another young fireman took the pie out of her hands and smiled and winked at her, making her give a warm smile back.
“Guys, stop horsing the fuck around so we can get out of here and have everything ready for the next shift that’s coming in soon,” a husky male voice yelled out as the owner of the voice came into Brooke’s line of sight. The tall, muscular man’s deep blue eyes slowly scanned over her body from head to toe, and he stood in his spot as if he were in shock. So, Brooke’s mind hadn’t been playing tricks on her because Chase Young was standing before her and must be the Lieutenant Young the firefighter was referencing. At this revelation, Brooke wondered at what point did Chase realize that it was her. Was it when he tossed her over his shoulder like a caveman? Or as she desperately and frantically pounded on his chest?
“Thanks, ma’am. We appreciate the pie, but you didn’t have to bring our crew anything. We’re always happy to serve our community. That’s why we come into work every day,” Chase grumbled out as he gained his composure and brushed past her towards one of the fire engines. Brooke felt anger waft off her body at Chase’s nonchalant dismissal of seeing her in his fire station. She began to follow after him when she was stopped by the young fireman who had been standing on top of the fire truck when she first walked into the firehouse.
He was slightly taller than her and had chocolate brown eyes and a sweet smile. He let his eyes gaze over her with leisure and then said, “Blondie, you didn’t answer my question.” Brooke put her hand on her hip and gave him a big grin because she admired his moxie.
“Honey, I’d eat you up and spit you out for breakfast. Come talk to me in about five years, sweetheart, and even then, you’d be too young for me,” Brooke flirted with him as she ruffled his hair, and they both laughed.
As he opened his mouth to respond, there was a loud growl from a fire engine exclaiming, “Brock, you have ten minutes to get your shit done and head out. Otherwise, I’ll have you doing grunt work until I get bored of watching you do it.” The young fireman’s shoulders slumped, and he hustled away, not taking his Lieutenant’s threat lightly. Brooke looked over her shoulder, and her eyes clashed with the cold, stern gaze of Chase. His glare was so cold it would freeze hell over, but he looked hot as fuck in his black pants and casual firefighter t-shirt hanging off the back of the fire engine. She felt her clitoris pulsate with desire and her body flush with sexual heat. Brooke was even more determined to talk to him to see if seeing her again was having the same effect on him as it was on her. As Brooke approached Chase, she realized she was out of her depth and didn’t have a clue of what she wanted to say to him. He stared at her, and his eyes softened as she nervously bit down on her bottom lip, loss for words. Chase snorted, breaking the silence that stretched between them, with neither of them exchanging words. He shook his head as he walked further into the fire engine. Brooke was furious with his behavior, and she unflatteringly shimmied onto the firetruck to get his attention.
“Chase! So, you’re just going to ignore me,” Brooke screamed at him, yanking his shoulder and making him stumble to turn around.
“What the fuck do we have to say after all these years, Butterfly,” Chase yelled back as he yanked the fire engine truck doors closed to provide them with some privacy and more than likely to keep his subordinates from hearing his personal business. “By the way, is Brad okay,” Chase asked with concern in his eyes. Brooke was flustered and filled with a lot of mixed emotions from the use of his sweet nickname for her and his concern for her twin.
Brooke wrapped her arms around her waist in protection and whispered, “God, Chase, I was so scared this afternoon. You know Brad’s my everything, and losing him would’ve broken me. Luckily, he’s okay, and his wife is watching after him and handling our parents.” Chase’s eyes softened, and he brushed his thumb over her cheek without her realizing that tears had begun to roll down her face.
“Chase, I just wanted to know if it was really you that I saw earlier,” Brooke said, leaning into the feel of Chase’s gentle touch, which stirred some of the most amazing and happiest memories of her life in her mind.
“I knew it was you time I walked into the backyard and saw your sun-kissed skin and waist-length sandy blonde hair. I remember your scent as I tossed you over my shoulder. More than anything, I wanted to take your pain away, Butterfly, as you banged on my chest,” Chase whispered back with hooded eyes and desire in his gaze as he traced her bottom lip with his thumb, causing a small whimper to exit out of Brooke’s mouth.
“Chase, you’ve never not been on my mind. I think about you with every breath, and I wake with an emptiness in my heart longing for you,” Brooke said as the sexual tension she felt between them caused her to suck his thumb into her mouth. She watched as he closed his eyes and gave a throaty groan.
“Butterfly. Brooke. You’re eleven years too late,” Chase said passionately, stepping back and removing his thumb from her mouth as if she had burned him. Brooke watched as his body went rigid, and he hung his head down, looking at the ground as he rubbed the back of his neck. So, Chase was still as sexually attracted to her as he was all those years, ago. Brooke noticed his gentleness towards her showed that the emotions for him too hadn’t faded either. She could still feel so much love between them, making her heart swell uncontrollably with hope.
“Chase, it was a mistake, and you don’t understand-,” Brooke started to plead, but Chase’s lips smashed down on hers, kissing her like they hadn’t spent a day apart and like they were nineteen again. Brooke kissed him back as passionately as her stomach fluttered with desire, and she felt herself become so wet, and her nipples become hard as rocks from arousal. His hands hastily untied her denim shirt from around her waist, and she clawed at his shirt, wrenching it from his body quickly. His lips began sucking on the column of her neck as he sucked and nipped at it as he lifted her off her feet and sat them in a seat. If this were going to be Brooke’s final time with Chase, she would rock his fucking world. She wanted to leave a lasting impression so she could brand him with her body as a reminder that he couldn’t and wouldn’t ever forget her or their love.
He lowered the zipper of her dress, and her heavy breasts fell into his hands as he suckled on her right nipple and moved her panties to the side to slide his fingers into the wet folds of her pussy as she flung her head back, trying to hold in a moan of ecstasy. Brooke’s hands fumbled with the fly of his pants, releasing his erect dick, and she was so ready to ride him. Chase lifted her by her hips and lowered her slowly on his dick, and she felt his dick deliciously stretching out her wet hot center as he filled her fully.
Chase held her firmly in place by the hips and whispered, “This has to be fast, and you have to be quiet. I’m going to take you quick and hard, Butterfly.” Brooke clenched him inside of her impatiently as she bit her bottom lip and nodded her head, letting him know she understood. Then she held on to the handle on the wall of the fire engine. Meeting Chase thrust for thrust as their hips met in harsh frantic movements racing each other to the desperate release they both wanted and craved. Brooke felt her pussy quiver as she felt her orgasm build as Chase pumped his hard dick into her at a punishing pace. She began panting, unable to hold her climax back, feeling herself near her breaking point. As she felt herself let out a moan of release as Chase flung her over the edge into bliss, his mouth crashed down on hers hard in a kiss that allowed him to swallow and muffle both of their moans of pleasure as they came together. Chase laid his sweaty forehead against hers for a second as they both caught their breath, and then he quickly pushed her off his lap, causing her to stumble back. Chase grabbed her to steady her from falling and then put his manhood away and turned her around and adjusted and zipped her dress in swift movements.
He walked over to her discarded denim shirt and handed it to her, not looking at her, and then he quickly placed on his shirt opening the doors to the fire engine and hopping out and then picking her up by her waist and putting her on the ground. He looked at her for a second, and then with a curt nod of his head, he said, “Nice seeing you.” Before Brooke could even get her head around the best screw of her life for a while and the exhilaration of fucking on a fire truck, Chase had walked away from her and disappeared. Standing there feeling awkward and humiliated, she turned on her heels and walked out of the firehouse in a fit of anger and sexual frustration. No matter how destructive and unwise it might be to a sane person, Brooke was determined not to let that be the last time she saw Chase.
It was the day before Thanksgiving, and all Brooke could think about was fucking Chase Young. It was as if she had been transported back in time to her junior year of high school, and as class president, she was showing the new and most handsome student around their private academy. From the day she met Chase to the day she fucked him on the fire engine, she still felt her stomach flutter with joy and anticipation of the pleasure of being within his presence. Brooke had found him on Instagram and sat at her kitchen table, sipping coffee and contemplating sliding into his direct messages. Her phone rang as she tried to muster up the courage to reach out to Chase. She huffed out in annoyance as her mommy dearest name came across her smartphone screen.
Brooke groaned and rolled her eyes as she answered her phone, “Hi, Mother. How are you?”
“Brookie. Are you going to be at Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow? Be sure to be there at 7 PM sharp and make sure you’ve dressed appropriately. We’ll have friends here like the Millers, and I can’t have you embarrassing you or us around your future in-laws,” Brooke’s mother huffed out without letting Brooke get a word in as she reprimanded her. Brooke sat silently, wanting to scream and tell her to screw off, but, she’d never even fathom doing that, no matter how overbearing her mother had been. “Brooke Barlowe, are you there,” her mother shouted into the phone.
“Yes, mother, I just was waiting for you to finish. I’ll be there at seven sharp with my makeup flawless and not a hair out of place with a Winfred Barlowe-approved attire. Also, I’m not marrying Robert. Goodbye,” Brooke snarled and hung up before her mother could get an insult in or a nasty retort to her parting comment. Her mother fueled her annoyance and being the surge of her sudden confidence. She shot Chase a quick Instagram message asking him to meet her at a pub in downtown Nashville to catch up. Brooke would show up and have a seat at the back booth, and she just hoped he showed up even if he didn’t respond to her message. Taking a deep breath and feeling a sudden migraine, she decided to head back to her bed and laze around for a majority of the day, pushing thoughts of Chase out of her mind until she faced him once again.
Brooke sat in the back booth of the downtown Nashville pub that she asked Chase to meet her at to catch up. She kept looking at her phone, and to no avail, she hadn’t received a message back from Chase on Instagram. She let out a breath and toyed with the mug of beer in front of her. She had pulled her long blonde hair into a messy bun, and wore minimal make-up, and dressed in a blue cropped sweater and skin-tight high-waisted jeans. Brooke didn’t understand her sexual attraction and need for Chase, after all of these years, but, she had convinced herself if he didn’t show up tonight, then she’d seriously start dating and trying to settle down. Definitely not with Bobby, though! Her mommy dearest could keep dreaming about that. As a matter of fact, Brooke wished her mom would just divorce her dad and make Bobby husband number two if it got her off her ass. Brooke stared at the ceiling, deep in thought. She didn’t notice that someone had slid into the booth across from her.
“So, talk,” Chase grunted, startling her as she came back to the present. His face was grim, and he was staring at her as if something had crawled up his ass and died that day. But how could she forget that Chase’s broodiness was part of his sexual attraction? Even at that moment, she felt her heart rate quicken and her face heat with sexual arousal.
“Do you want a beer,” Brooke as quietly, wringing her hands.
“I’m good. I have a shift at 6 AM.” Chase said, lazing back in his seat at the booth and waiting for her to continue. He let out a breath and taunted, “I see still mousy, as ever. You feel like slumming it again, Miss Pageant Girl, Head Cheerleader, Debutante?” His insults brought out her anger and ignited the fire inside of her that grew grown over the years. He was right that when he’d met her she was meek and docile, but Brooke was no longer that young girl who wanted peace, even at the detriment of her happiness.
Letting out a deep breath and standing her ground with Chase, Brooke retorted, “Don’t project your insecurities onto me. Just because you didn’t grow up in Belle Meade and only attended our private high school because your dad was the head football coach, I never held that against you. Plus, you were an all-state baseball player. You were popular in your own right even if you and your dad lived modestly in a middle-class suburb.” Chase met her glare, and then he threw back his head and laughed, throwing Brooke entirely off guard. Brooke never knew how to take Chase, and she definitely didn’t know how to handle him after not being in contact with each other for eleven years.
“If you felt that way, then, why’d you keep me a secret? Why’d we have to sneak around from sixteen to nineteen? Why were there stolen kisses in empty classrooms? I could only come over when your parents weren’t home or secret hook-ups in your car? If you never held my social status against me, Butterfly,” Chase questioned, his steely dark blue gaze not wavering from her eye contact. Brooke bit on her lip, looked away, and tried to process Chase’s vulnerability, and thought about how to form words to explain her actions.
Finally, glancing back at Chase, she saw beyond the intense anger in his eyes was a glimmer of hurt. It broke Brooke’s heart to know that she was the cause of the pain that she saw in his beautiful face. Taking a shallow breath and answering, “I don’t know. I know I loved you. I know I fucked up, and I know you deserved better treatment.” Brooke tried to place her hand on Chase’s hand that sat on the table, and she flinched as he pulled away not only physically but shutting off emotionally.
“I loved you so much, Butterfly. Did you ever truly love me,” Chase asked so quietly that Brooke had to strain to hear him. Brooke felt her heartbreak into a thousand pieces, and she felt her vision blur with tears as she stared into the face of her one true love.
“With all my heart Chase. With all of me and my soul. I still think I’m in love with you. My body misses your touch, that’s for damn sure. Even our quickie in the firehouse set me on fire and ignited the sexual attraction I felt for you. It’s like everything laid dormant and came back to life just from seeing you,” Brooke cried, baring her soul to Chase and slumping into the booth in fear of rejection.
“So, why didn’t you tell me about Europe?. It was like you were there and then gone,” Chase asked angrily. Brooke’s whole body went rigid from the mention of Europe, and she closed her eyes, trying to find the words and failing each time she opened her mouth.
“I can’t explain being young and dumb. I know at thirty that there’s only been you, Chase. There’s never been anyone else I could open my heart to or be vulnerable with, like you. You are my other half and are my soulmate. Then and now, I can’t see a future where I’m happy without you. By chance, crazy circumstances had us cross paths again, and I think that means something,” Brooke rambled, trying to get her words out as she choked back her tears, unable to look at Chase.
“My place or yours,” Chase said, rubbing a tear off her cheek and greeting her gaze with a sly smile. “I never stopped loving you. I want to take my sweet time, this time, showing you, Butterfly,” he continued as he stood up from the booth throwing a few bills on the table to cover my beer. Chase then held out his hand and, without hesitation, Brooke took it, and they exited the pub into the brisk cold of November.
Brooke decided that they should go to her apartment. It was closer to the pub, and she could barely contain herself as she felt the desire pool between her thighs, making her cleft swollen with arousal and wet in anticipation of their lovemaking. Brooke led Chase to her dimly lit bedroom, and as soon as they entered, he pushed her against the bedroom door. He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and then he kissed both of her eyelids and nose. He was making her body course with the love and intimacy that she’d always felt in Chase’s presence. He gently covered his mouth with hers and kissed her softly and passionately, making her body go limp and compliant in his arms, as he aroused her into a sexual frenzy with the sweetest kiss. He ran his tongue around her jawline and down her neck. Chase took his time as he sucked on her neck and traced his tongue around the shell of her ear, causing her to shiver with lust as he sucked on her earlobe.
Breaking contact with her to catch his breath, Brooke took this opportunity to drag him over to her bed. Pulling him on top of her as she laid back, she devoured his mouth as she ran her arms around his muscular arms and down the front of his jeans. He stepped back from her and turned on her bedroom lamp, giving more light to her room.
“Strip for me, Butterfly. I want to see how your body has changed,” Chase whispered as he shrugged off his jacket and then whipped his shirt over his head, revealing his ripped torso. Seeing Chase without a shirt caused Brooke’s nipples to pebble and her mouth to salivate. She licked her tongue around her lips wanting to taste Chase’s gorgeous body from head to toe. He removed his jeans and then stepped out of his boxers, waiting for her to join him as he bared himself to her once again, only this time physically. Brooke stood up, crossing her arms to remove her crop sweater, and watched as his eyes darkened with arousal as he saw her breasts barely contained in her black lacy bra. She slowly removed her bra, tossed it at him, and let out a moan as she stroked her long, tight, and aroused nipples. He growled, taking a step towards her licking his lips as she took a step back, and removed her jeans, and then hooked her fingers on thein the top of black lace thong, and slowly shimmied out of it. “Fucking Tease,” Chase growled as his mouth claimed hers, and he tumbled her back onto the bed.
He took his time teasing her nipples with his tongue and playing with them until they were two overly sensitized buds. He worked his way down to her stomach lazily with kisses as he swirled his tongue around her belly button, causing her to moan in sexual delight of the intimacy. He licked down to the mound between her thighs and licked and nibbled on both thighs before spreading her legs wide and looking at her pussy that was glistening wet for him. He took his time as he ate her out, exploring every fold with his tongue, lips, and fingers. Chase made sure to drive her wild and into an explosive orgasm with his tongue on her clitoris as he fingered her core, toying with her G-spot until she couldn’t hold back her arousal any longer.
“Butterfly. Your sweet pussy is so wet for me. I can’t wait to be balls deep inside of you,” he said as he climbed up her body and teased her entrance with his erect dick that was swollen with arousal. Wrapping one leg around his waist and resting one leg on his shoulder, Chase thrust his hips into her filling her to completeness, making Brooke’s back arch off the bed in sexual ecstasy as he filled her to the hilt with his arousal. His thrusts started slow, and then they picked up force as he pounded into her core, hard, until they both cried out in climax, being thrown over the edge into sexual bliss. Chase rolled over onto his back with Brooke resting on his chest.
As Chase’s breath slowed, he kissed Brooke’s forehead and whispered, “There’s never and can never be anyone else. You fucking own me, Brooke Barlowe. Always have and always will. Even when I hated you, I couldn’t stop loving you. You’re burned into my soul, and I will forever give you all of me like then, now, and always, Butterfly.”
Brooke’s breath caught, and she kissed him as happy tears fell down her face, and she worked her way down his body to return the oral favor to show him just how much he meant to her.
Brooke woke up Thanksgiving morning, alone in her bed with her whole body aching with pleasure. Chase and she had made love until almost three in the morning, and he had to get up and be at the firehouse by 5 AM; otherwise, she’d be sure they’d still be exploring and seeking pleasure in each other’s bodies. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she rolled over, checked her phone, and saw a text from Chase bringing a small smile of delight to her lips.
Chase: Hope you have a Happy Thanksgiving, Butterfly. I’m counting down the minutes, if not seconds until I’m with you again. My shift ends at 6 PM. 😊
Brooke’s mind raced with thoughts of how she could show Chase that she was serious and make amends for how she made him feel all of those years when they were teenagers. Brooke took a breath and pushed all worry of her menacing mommy dearest out of her mind, and sent Chase a quick text before she lost her balls and chickened out.
Brooke: Dinner at my parents’ @ 7 PM, baby? Still, remember where my childhood home is in BelleBell Meade? I know this is short notice, but I’d love for you to come with me if you don’t have other plans.
Brooke held her breath and clutched the bedding around her for dear life as she had a mini panic attack waiting for Chase’s response. After what felt like ages, Brooke’s phone pinged with a text, and she grabbed it up quickly.
Chase: Hell, yes, Butterfly! I’ll be there! Slacks and button-down and all! I know how the snooty Barlowe’s like to put on a dinner. I can’t wait to be near you, my love.
Brooke’s heart melted, and she flung herself back on her bed and screamed in joy about seeing how sexy Chase would look tonight, and he’d definitely work as a buffer for her to get through a terrible Barlowe Thanksgiving. She threw the covers back and hopped out of bed, excited for Thanksgiving for the first time in her adult life.
Brooke’s body was tense with fear, and she clung to Chase’s arm for protection as they walked up the stairs to the grandiose front door of her childhood home. Chase looked down at her quizzically. and s She smiled tightly as they stood there for a second as he waited for her to knock on the door. Brooke was about to drag Chase back down the driveway and to his car when Brad and Faith came walking up the steps behind them.
“Aw! Brookie, you’re beautiful as always,” Faith exclaimed as she hugged Brooke. Then winked back, looking over at Chase. Chase did look fantastic, and he made Brooke lose her mind every time she looked over at him. He wore blue slacks that hugged his amazing ass and a white button-down showing his muscular body. He, incidentally, had left two buttons undone to show off his chest. He was so sexy, and the only thing Brooke could think about was jumping his bones.
“I’m shocked you guys made it,” Brooke said, giving Brad a once over who was still a little pale and probably sore from the ordeal on Saturday. But, knowing their mother, unless he was on his deathbed,she expected him to show up, no matter his physical or mental well-being.
“Chase! My man! How’s Coach,” Brad said, fist-bumping him and his eyes sliding to Brooke with a glimmer of suspicion and curiosity in his eyes.
“He’s good, man,” Chase answered awkwardly as they all stood outside of the house, not wanting to go inside. But Faith, being Faith, broke the silence by knocking on the door, and they were met by Brooke and Brad’s father, who looked agitated but smiled at the sight of his children.
“Faith! Such a beauty. Happy Thanksgiving,” Brooke’s dad said, giving Faith a peck on the cheek and then patting Brad on the shoulder as he ushered them all into the dining room that their mother used for entertaining.
“Brooke! You brought someone! You should have let me known,” her mother said agitatedly as she gave Chase a once-over scrutinizing him from head to toe. Her mother went into the kitchen and got the housekeeper to set up another place setting at the table. The Miller’s came in shortly after, and they all sat down at the table after pleasant greetings. Robert kissed Brooke a little too long on the mouth, making Brad have to clear his throat. Brooke pushed at his chest, looking at Faith, Brad, and Chase gagging as she sat back down and leaned over and kissed Chase on the cheek.
Even though Brooke had been nervous, she was pleasantly surprised by everyone’s warmth around the table and how the men asked about Chase’s father and talked sports. Brooke was weary and made sure not to make eye contact with her mother because she knew she’d be greeted with malicious daggers shooting from her eyes.
“Brooke, will you help Mary and me in the kitchen with the desserts,” her mother demanded, and Brooke rose quickly, not wanting to make a scene with her mother. Brooke followed her mother into the kitchen, and as soon as the door closed, her mother exclaimed, “I can’t believe you brought that trash into my house and on Thanksgiving of all days!”
“He’s not trash, and never has he been fucking trash! Everyone loves Coach Young! and Chase is a Lieutenant Firefighter, and his dad did a damn good job raising him on his own! You and your elitist bull shit,” Brooke screamed at her mother, not giving a damn if other’s could hear.
“You watch your mouth, young lady, when you speak to me! If you don’t want to marry Bobby, fine! I got your message loud and clear today! But don’t bring your dates here when you’re out slumming it. Find someone of your caliber, and that will fit into our world. You embarrassed me once, before, and I had to clean up your mess. So, Lord, help me if you do it again. I wish I had two boys,” her mother shouted back.
Brooke felt her whole body go taut with anger, and she screamed at her mother like never before, “How fucking dare you? My mess! That’s what you’re calling it! All you ever do is put on airs and throw money at shit, instead of cleaning up or hearing people out.”
“You got pregnant by trash when you were nineteen, and I had to lie and tell everyone you were abroad in Europe. I was so disappointed in you! You were my prize possession, the apple of my eye. I knew about you sneaking around with that boy in high school. You weren’t that clever! But, for you to get pregnant?. How stupid could you be,” Brooke’s mother maliciously flung at her.
“Y-Y-Y-You?, W-We were pregnant,” Chase asked, stepping in the door of the kitchen and staring at her bleakly, and white as a ghost. Brad looked at her in shock, stepping into the kitchen shortly after Chase.
“Chase. Let me explain-,” Brooke said, exasperated, feeling nauseated as her stomach churned. Chase held up his hand, and his face got red with rage.
“We were supposed to run away together. I fucking waited for you, and you just vanished! and I heard through classmates that you, my girlfriend, were in Europe. But you were pregnant and didn’t tell me?. Why the fuck not,” Chase yelled, slamming his fist on the countertop, causing Brooke and everyone else in the kitchen to jump.
“W-W-Were nineteen, and you were battling depression after tearing up your shoulder and losing your baseball scholarship. and I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t think we could do it without support,” Brooke said quietly.
“Wow, I have no fucking words,” Chase said, rubbing his hand down his face. “So, where’s my kid,” he asked, fidgeting and pacing back and forward.
“..., Gone,” Brooke paused and said quietly, and watching ed the color drain from his face.
Her mother smirked and said, “Like I’d let her keep a baby with bloodline mixed up with trash!” Brooke stood there, stunned and overwhelmed by everything occurring around her. Chase shook his head and walked out of the room. Brooke followed on his heels but, was whipped ripped around in the foyer. and her eyes were clashing with the anger in Brad’s eyes.
“Brad. I have to stop him,” Brooke said, yanking free of Brad’s grasp.
“You got pregnant and didn’t even tell me. You didn’t even tell me you were fucking Young. I thought it was a crush. I would’ve taken care of you, as always,” Brad yelled, upset, and she saw the look of betrayal in his gaze. “Did fucking Faith know about this,” Brad asked as Brooke ran out the front door, letting it slam behind her.
“Chase, wait!. I can explain,” Brooke yelled between tears as she pushed herself between Chase and him, closing the door to his car.
“For fuck’s sake, Brooke. All you ever did was bitch and complain about your mother and how she was this horrible person. Controlling. Self-absorbed. Menacing. But, look in the fucking mirror, Brooke. You are her! Did you think of me at all when you got pregnant? Your family is fucked up, but my dad and I are great. We would’ve had support. But, think long and hard about if you really don’t consider me trash. You had other options. Brooke, if this is your idea of love, then I don’t fucking want it,” Chase yelled, pushing her out of his way and slamming the car door in her face, and driving off.
The Miller’s had left after the disaster of a Thanksgiving that had happened at the Barlowe’s. Everyone knew Brooke’s secret now, and she was embarrassed that it came out the way it did, and not on her terms. Her brother and Faith were angry at her, and she just felt so alone as she sat at the kitchen table eatingand ate her way through the pumpkin pie.
“Oh, my goodness, child. Get over yourself,” her mother shouted from behind her. and Brooke ignored her, but her mother continued, “You’ll be regretting eating that whole pie tomorrow.”
“Since I rebelled against your plans. You just had to ruin things. You didn’t want me to be happy,” Brooke lashed out at her mother.
Her mother came and sat in front of her. Snatching the pie out of her hands, and exclaimed, “I made the right choice. You didn’t love that boy, and you don’t love him now. I think you’re only into him because you see him as forbidden, and you want so badly to distance yourself from me.”
Brooke looked at her mother like she’d grown two heads and said, “You know nothing. Chase is my everything.
Her mother snorted and said, “Well, you had your moment in the kitchen to have your happily ever after, and you didn’t want it. So, to me, that says a lot about you.” Her mother then got up with the half-eaten pumpkin pie and stomped into the kitchen.
Brooke pulled out her phone and scrolled through her phone, and looked at a picture of herself and Emma at her last visit to her the previous last Christmas. The little girl was now almost eleven and had long blonde hair and gorgeous deep blue eyes.
Chase and her had a baby girl, and when people thought she was in Europe, she was in Texas with her mother’s sister. She had the baby there, and her aunt was now raising Emma while she lived her life and visited her occasionally.
As much as Brooke hated to admit it, admitted her mother was right.
Why had she never told the truth to Chase? Was it a lie that just went on for so long that she didn’t see the need to share Emma with Chase? Or was she as self-absorbed and selfish as her mother?
Brooke’s only hope after this Thanksgiving was that no one went digging and took her word that the baby was “gone.” Some family secrets are meant to stay buried, Brooke thought, frustrated.
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