Forever (Empire High Book 8)

Chapter 29

Friday

Matt

“Matt,” Brooklyn said and looked up at me. “I don’t want to spend our wedding behind bars.”

I laughed. “I have the principal’s permission.”

“To set his field on fire and put a bunch of holes in it from tent poles?”

“Mhm,” I said. Not exactly. But no one was watching. “I wanted to bring you here after the prom. That’s what the helicopter was for. But we got…interrupted.”

“That is the understatement of the century,” Brooklyn said.

Rob stepped in front of us. “I tried to convince Matt to kidnap you for the proposal. But he said no. And then all that happened. So this time, he trusted my judgement.” He slapped me on the back. “Besides, it’s like a redo of prom. Which was already a redo of the prom you missed. And now this is a redo of the proposal. But you’re already engaged… My reasoning got lost somewhere in there, but you got it. Surprise! Do you want a s’more?” He held up a bag of marshmallows.

“Yessie!” Jacob grabbed the marshmallows out of Rob’s hand and ran toward the fire.

Brooklyn laughed as Rob ran after him.

I pulled Brooklyn in close. “On prom night I planned it just being us here,” I said. “But I thought you might like this. All of us together.” I ran my fingers through her hair, untangling it from her time with a bag over her head.

“I love it,” she said.

I smiled down at her. “Yeah? The whole thing or…”

She lightly shoved my arm. “Fine. I guess even the kidnapping thing was a little funny.”

“You bit me,” I said. “You’re definitely going to pay for that.”

“And how exactly am I going to pay for that?” She smiled up at me.

“You’ll find out in the tent later,” I winked at her.

“Aren’t we sharing a tent with Jacob?”

“Tanner offered to look after Jacob tonight.” I looked over toward the fire pit. Everyone was already sitting around laughing and toasting marshmallows. Jacob was sitting on Tanner’s knee.

“That’s very nice of him,” Brooklyn said. “I really wish Tanner was more open to finding someone. He’d be a really good dad.”

Tanner was patiently trying to show Jacob how to roast one of the marshmallows. Jacob seemed to be listening. But then he whacked him with the stick instead of putting the marshmallow over the flame.

Brooklyn sighed. “I told Jacob to stop doing that. He’s going to hurt someone.”

I laughed. I wasn’t sure why Tanner was letting Jacob do it. But he didn’t seem to care at all. “I’m sure Tanner would tell him to stop if it hurt.”

“Jacob likes to play swords with sticks…” her voice trailed off when Jacob walloped Tanner with a sticky marshmallow. “Oh no.”

But Tanner just laughed and pulled the marshmallow off his cheek.

“See, Tanner’s fine,” I said.

“It’s like Jacob can do nothing bad in your eyes. I’m always the one that has to reprimand him.” She immediately pressed her lips together.

I saw the flash of pain cross her face. And I wondered if she used to say that to Miller. I cleared my throat. “We have hot chocolate too. Your favorite.”

She smiled up at me. “Thank you. We’re all going to be high on sugar. There’s no way anyone is going to get any sleep tonight.”

“No one has any plans of sleeping.” I leaned down and lightly bit her earlobe in retaliation for earlier.

She laughed. “Lead me to the hot chocolate, fiancé.”

“As you wish, fiancée.” I wrapped my arm around her and led her over to our friends.

I grabbed us each a cup of hot chocolate before sitting down beside her.

She smiled at me as she blew the steam from her cup.

I couldn’t wait to have those lips wrapped around my cock later.

“So about the tent situation,” Rob said. “Is it a spouse thing? Or a who we’re escorting down the aisle thing?”

Daphne lightly shoved his arm.

“I was just asking,” Rob said. “Because Bee is going to be next to Kennedy. And I’m next to Mason. So I think that means Bee and I are supposed to shack up together tonight.”

“Don’t make me kill you,” Mason said.

“James and Penny are actually paired up,” Rob said. “Which is incredibly lame if you ask me. Then Tanner with Daphne…” Robs voice trailed off. “Never mind. Let’s do the spouse thing for the tents. And maybe I can just escort Daphne down the aisle too? I think that makes more sense.”

“Afraid I’ll steal your beautiful wife away?” Tanner asked.

Daphne blushed.

“Over my dead body,” Rob said.

Tanner shrugged. “That can be arranged.”

“Don’t make me whoop your ass again.”

“Language,” Brooklyn said.

“Earmuffs, grandson,” Tanner said.

Jacob dropped his stick and threw his hands over his ears.

Tanner cleared his throat. “If you want to joust, I’ll go right now, Young Robert.”

“Joust? What century are you living in?”

“Fine, a gentlemen’s duel,” Tanner said. “Unless you don’t know your way around a pistol?”

“Shall I fetch your dueling pistols, Master Tanner?” Nigel asked. “Hair trigger? Or normal?”

“Stop it, guys,” I said.

“I will not…” Rob said, but Justin cut him off.

“Back to what you were saying earlier,” Justin said. “Does that leave me with Nigel? Because count me in.”

Nigel sighed like Justin was exhausting him. “I don’t even sleep.” He put a marshmallow on his stick and put it over the fire.

Tanner cleared his throat.

“I mean…I sleep,” Nigel said. “Just not often. Because of all the errands Master Tanner sends me on. I’m a boy with no breaks. The life of a dedicated house boy.”

No breaks? I knew that wasn’t true. Nigel rarely ever worked. He had more time off than I did. Maybe he was just trying to turn Justin down nicely.

“Why are all the hot ones so insane and so straight,” Justin said with a sigh.

Nigel smiled at the compliment. Even though only half of it was a compliment. And I still wasn’t sure that Nigel was completely straight. Because he still looked at me very provocatively. And still tried to dress me most mornings.

As if Nigel knew I was thinking about him, he smiled over at me. “Do you want me to roast your marshmallow for you?” he asked, his smile growing.

Was that some kind of weird sexual innuendo? I didn’t want him to roast my junk. “No thank you.”

Nigel pulled his marshmallow off the flame, quickly made a s’more and handed it to Jacob.

“Thank you, Mr. Nigel,” Jacob said.

“What was that, Mr. Jacob? I didn’t understand you.”

“I meant merci,” Jacob said and bit into his s’more. His eyes lit up. “This is the best s’more I’ve ever had!”

“And for you, mademoiselle,” Nigel said and handed Brooklyn a s’more.

“Thanks, Nigel.” She took a bite. “Wow, this really is the best s’more ever. What’s your secret?”

“A boy never tells his secretses.” He pointed finger guns at me.

Oh God.I grimaced as Brooklyn took another bite. He better not have somehow snuck some jizz in there. But I knew he hadn’t. Because he’d been in front of us the whole time. There was no way he could have skeeted anywhere. And now I was a little jealous that I said I didn’t want one. Because he kept handing them out and everyone was raving about them.

“Don’t be jealous, Master Matthew. I made you one without your consent anyway,” Nigel said and handed me one too. “I know that’s how you like it.”

Without consent? Or just like…he’d made it the way I liked? I shrugged. Fuck it. I took a bite. Damn, it really was good.

“Rob, your eye is looking a lot better,” Brooklyn said.

“Are you checking me out, Sanders?”

Brooklyn rolled her eyes. “No. But…really your eye looks better.”

Daphne put her fingers under Rob’s chin to turn his face toward hers. “Brooklyn’s right. The swelling’s really gone down. It even looks a little less purple.”

“All in a day’s work,” Nigel said. “Now what should we do first? Strippers?”

“Stop it,” I said.

“But they’re on their way.”

“Here, man? Seriously?” I glanced at Jacob. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. He’d probably be out in a couple minutes.

“I told you I was going to spend the night with all of them. So don’t pretend to be gobsmacked. And I already erected my tent. It’ll be fine. I’ll be as quiet as possible.” He waved his hand through the air. “My tent is going to be very full though. Stretched to the seams, if you know what I mean.”

Rob laughed.

“Now if you will excuse me. But here are more s’mores.” He grabbed a try and handed it to me before sprinting toward his tent.

When had he made all these?

“He’s almost as weird as you, Tanner,” Rob said. “But in a good way.”

Tanner laughed. “The only reason you don’t like me is because you’re threatened by me.”

“Psh,” Rob said. “I have way more muscle than you.”

“Do you though?” Tanner asked. “And I’m taller than you. I feel a very threatened aura coming off of you right now.”

“You’re just asking for it,” Rob said.

“And yet you’re the one with a black eye.”

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s just get along. Let’s play a game or something.”

“We could do truth or dare again,” Mason suggested. “That went real well last time.”

Yeah because they all got to lay one on my fiancée. “Definitely not that,” I said. I’d been a little annoyed about how that had gone down last time. But I’d let it slide because I’d wanted to keep Brooklyn’s mind preoccupied after her kidnapping. My girl didn’t need to be distracted right now though. And no one else was kissing her ever again but me.

“How about spin the bottle?” Rob smiled. “That’s always a good time.”

“And definitely not that either.” Why did my friends keep trying to hook up with Brooklyn?

“I’m not opposed to either of those,” Justin said. “I feel like I missed out on something scandalous. But I have a game along those lines. How about seven minutes in heaven?”

Actually, I could get down with that one. I glanced over at Jacob again. He’d fallen asleep in Tanner’s arms. “Perfect, Justin. We’re up first,” I said.

“We are?” Justin stood up.

“Dude, I meant with Brooklyn.”

“You really should have been more specific. Come with me, Brooklyn.” He stood up and put his hand out for her.

“What? No. I’m going with Brooklyn.”

“What did I just say about being specific?” Justin sat down and crossed his arms over his chest.

Brooklyn squealed when I pulled her over my shoulder again.

“What is seven minutes in heaven?” Tanner asked. “Where are they going?”

Rob groaned. “Seriously? Where did you say you grew up again?”

“Abroad. All over. You wouldn’t have heard of it.”

“Seven minutes in heaven is when you hook up in a closet for seven minutes.”

“But there aren’t any closets here,” Tanner said. “And why would you hook up in a closet when there’s perfectly good tents?”

“You are the most ridiculous human I’ve ever met,” Rob said.

Brooklyn laughed as their argument drifted away into the night. “Back to the kidnapping thing?” she asked. She lightly slapped my butt.

“We got a little interrupted earlier.” I ducked under the flap of the tent and zipped it up behind us. And then I sat down, pulling her onto my lap.

She straddled my waist. “Just seven minutes, huh?” She placed her hands on my shoulders.

The air was hushed in here. It was just the two of us. I couldn’t even hear Rob and Tanner bickering. “Just seven minutes,” I said and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She was so fucking beautiful.

“Well, you better hurry up and fuck me, big boy.” Her eyes grew round as soon as the words tumbled out of her mouth.

I laughed. “Did you just call me big boy?”

Her face flushed. “You know what I meant. We probably only have like six minutes left. And my hormones are going crazy right now.” She reached for the hem of my shirt. “Arms up.”

“I love how demanding you’re being.”

“But you’re not listening.” She had my shirt pushed up over my abs, but got distracted and trailed her hand down them.

“I really didn’t think kidnapping you was going to turn you on this much,” I said.

“It didn’t. I told you, it’s the hormones.”

“Hmm.” I put my hand on the side of her face.

“Matthew freaking Caldwell, why aren’t you taking your pants off?”

I couldn’t stop smiling. “Because I’m not giving you a quickie in…” I glanced at my watch. “…five minutes. I brought you in here to make out with you. Which is what seven minutes in heaven is.”

“For like…tweens. We’re adults. Seven minutes in heaven is getting railed.”

Brooklyn was usually a little shy about telling me what she wanted. Maybe it was the hormones. But this was very fun. “We’re kind of reenacting being teenagers here,” I said. My hand slid back into her hair and she moaned. “So I’m going to kiss you. But that’s it, baby.”

She groaned in frustration. “We had sex when we were teenagers.”

“I remember just kissing you an awful lot before that though.”

She shook her head. “Seriously? You just want to make out?”

“In the middle of the Empire High football field.” I smiled. “Yes, yes I do.” I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face toward mine.

Brooklyn immediately wrapped her arms behind my neck, pulling me closer.

It reminded me of when she used to jump into my arms after a win back in high school. Her running down the stands toward me had always been one of my favorite sights. And her thighs wrapped around my waist was one of my favorite feelings. I wanted to grab her hips and pull her closer. But that would just lead to me giving her what she wanted. And I was trying to keep this PG until everyone went to sleep for the night.

She was kissing me in that way though. The kisses where her tongue swirled around mine impossibly slowly. This was how she kissed when she wanted more. And I knew there weren’t PG thoughts running through that gorgeous head of hers. She probably still wished she was bagged. Maybe she wanted to be tied up again, completely at my mercy. I felt myself growing hard. She started grinding against me as I buried my fingers in her hair. I had a whole thing planned for later. Some candles and romance.

A soft moan escaped her lips.

Fuck it. My dirty girl didn’t want romance right now. She wanted to be moaning my name.

I flipped us over, slamming her back against the ground. “You want to know what I really wished I could have done to you in the middle of this field 16 years ago?” I didn’t wait for her response. I just pushed her leggings and thong down her thighs, leaned forward, and thrust my tongue into her greedy pussy.

Her thighs tightened around my head.

Baby, I’m not going anywhere. This was the reward I’d wanted after every touchdown I’d made in high school. And her lips around my cock. I really loved my girl on her knees.

She bucked her hips up. I still had the taste of s’mores on my lips. The sweetness on my tongue mixed with the taste of her.

“Matt.” She moaned and buried her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer.

She seemed perturbed about her fluctuating hormones. But I was really fucking enjoying this. I loved taking care of her. Pleasing her. Teasing her. I lightly rubbed my nose against her clit.

“I swear if you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to scream.”

I laughed against her pussy.

Her fingers tightened in my hair.

I lightly bit down on her clit in response. She’d earned that from biting my finger. I knew she was seconds away from coming. And we were probably way over our seven minutes. But I wasn’t going to deny her request for my cock.

I placed one last slow stroke against her wetness. Then I shoved my pants down and leaned over her.

She wrapped her hand around my cock. I let her guide me into her soaked pussy.

So fucking tight.I pulled back and slammed into her. Again and again.

“Harder,” she moaned.

Yeah, I really liked her crazy hormones. If she wanted it harder, I’d give it to her harder. “You like fucking the star wide receiver, baby?”

She moaned.

“You wish you could touch yourself while you watch me on the field?”

Her fingers dug into my back.

“Because I pictured you spreading your thighs right in the stands. Even though everyone was watching.” I slammed into her again. “But you’re so greedy for me you can’t even wait until after the game.”

“Matt,” she moaned.

I grabbed one of her thighs, wrapping it around my waist, the angle letting me go even deeper. “That’s what I liked to picture. Your fingers deep inside your greedy pussy, imaging my cock buried inside of you. Everyone staring, but knowing you’re all mine.”

Her nails scratched down my back.

“I imagined running up into the stands and fucking you in front of everyone. Claiming you. You’re no one’s dirty little secret, Brooklyn.”

Her pussy clenched around me. I dropped my forehead to hers as I exploded inside of her. My chest rose and fell as her fingers fell from my back.

“Mmm,” Brooklyn sighed and smiled up at me. “I have to say…I never thought about doing this on the Empire High football field.”

“No? This has always been a fantasy of mine. Right in the stadium.”

“It’s always been a fantasy? So that means you’ve never done it before, right?”

“I mean…not in the middle of the field.”

She lightly shoved my chest. “I forgot that you used to be a whore in high school. And…after.”

“That’s not a very nice thing to call your baby daddy.”

She laughed, making her pussy clench around me again.

Fuck.I slowly pulled out of her. I watched some of my cum leak down her inner thigh. So fucking hot.

The sound of the zipper on our tent made me jump. I quickly pulled up my pants and moved in front of Brooklyn before the flap opened.

“It’s been like 20 minutes,” Mason said. He smiled as he looked back and forth between us.

Mason never knocked. Not that you could knock on a tent. But it was a bad habit he had.

“No one came to tell us the time,” Brooklyn said. She cleared her throat. “We were just making out.”

“Sure you were,” Mason said. “But we need your help. It’s us, Bee, Tanner, and Kennedy against the Hunters and Justin. And Tanner is terrible at charades.”

“Charades?” Brooklyn asked. “I love charades.”

I looked over my shoulder. She was completely composed. I grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet.

Rob was standing in front of the fire pretending to drive a car around.

“This is the second word of a two-word movie,” Bee said to us as we sat back down.

“Driving a Lamborghini!” Tanner yelled. Jacob was asleep in his arms. He didn’t seem at all phased by the yelling.

Rob shook his head. He pretended to drive around some more and then stopped, playing with some gears in the car.

“Driving a Bugatti!” Tanner yelled next.

Rob shook his head again. “What the fuck is wrong with him,” he said under his breath.

“Driving a Tesla!” Tanner nodded like he’d definitely gotten it that time.

“Why so specific?” I asked. “And why are you guessing three words for the second word? Are you trying to guess the whole thing in one go?”

“The more specific the better in charahhhdes.” He said charades really weird. With a long, drawn out “ah” in the middle.

“Charades,” I said, correcting him.

“Charahhhdes,” Tanner said. “Yes.”

“And it’s a movie, Tanner,” Bee said. “What movie has the word Tesla in it?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not very up to date with the movies. I just watched all those new early 2000s movies for the Halloween party though.”

“New early 2000s?” Mason shook his head. “They’re old, man.”

“Hardly.”

“Park!” Daphne yelled.

“Damn it, Daphne!” Rob stopped driving. “Quit guessing for the other team.”

“Sorry,” she said and drank another sip of hot chocolate.

I was pretty sure hers was spiked.

Especially since she then hiccupped. “But was I right?”

“Yes.” Rob shook his head and started motioning with his hands.

“First word,” Bee said. “Three syllables. Third syllable. We’re guessing the last syllable!” she yelled at all of us.

I forgot how competitive she was.

Rob pretended to throw up into the fire.

“Vomiting into a fire!” Tanner yelled.

“Dude, way too specific.”

“It’s charahhhdes, Matthew,” Tanner said. “Oh! Burmiting!”

“Burmiting?” Mason asked.

“When you burp and a little vom comes up,” Tanner said. He shook his head. “I’m just going to guess the movie. Mansfield Park! Wait, is that a movie? I know it’s a book. But all of Jane Austen’s books are movies, right?”

“I think it’s a movie too,” Brooklyn said. “Is that right, Rob? Is it Mansfield Park?”

“No that’s not right. Why the fuck would I be doing Mansfield Park? I said it was a classic.”

“That book is a classic,” Tanner said.

“Not a classic movie. You didn’t even know if it was one. And Mansfield only has two syllables. I said three, damn it.”

“Ah!” Tanner yelled. “A classic you say? Central Park!”

“I literally just said it’s a movie,” Rob said.

“You’re really not supposed to be talking, Rob,” Bee said. “Isn’t that a disqualification?”

Rob threw up his hands.

“Central Park is a movie,” Tanner said. “A modern day classic.”

“I’ve never heard of it,” I said.

“Of course you have! It was from the 30s, good lad. It came out just a few years ago when the newfangled moving pictures were all the rage.”

We all stared at him.

Tanner froze for a second. And then started laughing. “Just kidding. Not about the movie. Central Park is a movie and it’s a classic. I meant about everything else. Like timeframe wise. But you’d like the movie, Brooklyn. It’s about some kids getting mixed up with New York City gangsters. Never mind,” he quickly said. “Let’s forget I said anything.”

Rob shook his head. “I don’t know what all that was. But regardless… Central is two syllables too you maniac.”

Tanner shrugged. “I was just joking around.”

Rob started pretending to throw up in the fire again.

“Sick!” Bee yelled and pointed to Rob. “You’re getting sick!”

He nodded.

“It’s Jurassic Park!”

“Yes that’s it! Thank fuck,” Rob said and sat back down. “You’re all so terrible at this game. One of you is up.”

“I’ll go,” I said.

“No, not you,” Rob said. “I already know you’re just going to squat and pretend to poop for Winnie the Pooh. Next.”

How did he know that? I shrugged. Okay, maybe I did like to do that one for charades. But it had been forever since we’d played this game together.

Brooklyn laughed as I sat back down and put my arm around her shoulders.

I smiled down at her. This was not at all a normal bachelor or bachelorette party. But all that mattered was that she was smiling.

“One week,” she whispered.

“One week.” I’d waited a lifetime for her to be Mrs. Brooklyn Caldwell. And this time next week she finally would be.