Although the kissing had been awkward at first, it was not long before they found their rhythm, and Leeanna's hands slid upwards to caress Jonas' face, while his hands found themselves around her sexy hips.

While their lips smacked together, their tongues explored. As the kissing got steamier and much more passionate, the touching also became sensual. They broke apart, and Leeanna grabbed his hand.

"Come with me," she said, and she pulled him along.

"Oh no," he said, "I hope you don't lead me over to that scary dark forest," but he let himself get pulled along, both giggling and kissing their way past the dark trees. They stopped at a smooth patch of grass just behind the cover of an old oak.

Leeanna took the initiative, and she pulled her crush back and kissed him, and she took his hands and led them towards her plump breasts that were almost bursting out of her tight top.

Leeanna moaned in his ear, and her warm breath made his neck tickle, while his hand made its way down her body, resting on her crotch. Sliding his hand into the front of her jeans, his fingers sailed across her smooth pubic area until they touched shore along her soaking wet lips. She ran her fingers through his blonde locks and bit on his lips, and she whispered her deepest desire into his ear.

"Take me," she moaned, and Jonas did not have to be asked twice as the two of them began stripping off each other's clothing, each revealing their naked splendor.

Jonas pulled her back in and began kissing her neck, down her slender shoulders, and right towards her juicy breasts, where he began sucking them, which caused Leeanna to purr in ecstasy.

"You like that?" he laughed, "Just tell me what you like, and I'll do it."

"My boobs are sensitive," she replied, "I'll keep that in mind though if I have any wild thoughts."

"Like having sex with a stranger in the woods?"

"No," she said with a smirk, "That's much too wild for little old me," but she lowered herself onto their pile of clothing with her legs crossed in a way that prevented Jonas from seeing her.

"For sure," he said, lowering himself too, "We'll just start that conversation about philosophy now."

"Maybe you can show me that method you talked about?"

"Not sure what Socrates has to do with this," he laughed as he opened her legs, getting his first good look at her gorgeous pussy. She giggled and pulled him forward, and they locked lips once more as Jonas began rubbing his dick against her.

Her hand slid down between their bodies, and he took a deep breath as the first wave of pleasure hit him, smooth fingers tracing up and down his cock. She tugged it towards her wet opening, and Jonas slipped inside.

They both giggled through sweet kisses, and those giggles turned into more moans as Jonas pressed himself downwards and his dick stretched her apart. Leeanna's fingers dug into his biceps as she welcomed him, and it was like forever had occurred for him to fit inside. Her hands slid up his arms and down his toned back, and grabbing his rising rear- she wrenched him back in. This same act occurred once more, and the throes of pleasure enveloped them even more.

His pace quickened, and for a moment she froze as her body experienced waves of pleasure- like actual ocean waves crashing along her shore, receding to the depths, only to crash against her once again. Each pump of his body had her begging for more, and her toes curled, and her knees went weak from simple ecstasy.

Happiness flooded Leeanna as she seized the moment she had been dreaming about ever since she locked eyes with the hunky Jonas, and as he fucked her brains out, she thought about how grateful she was that Destiny had convinced her to attend that bonfire party.

Jonas rested his tanned forearms under her head like a pillow, and he looked down at her face, enjoying every brief expression of pleasure she made. Neither of them counted the minutes that they fucked, but when Jonas felt her body convulse, he knew it to be a calling card that meant it was his turn to cum.

"I'm cumming…" she moaned in his ear, "Don't stop, don't stop!" he bit down on his lip as he concentrated on not blowing his load, and he sent his body into overdrive as he continued slamming his cock inside of her, hoping her orgasm would erupt, so that he could explode.

Her eyes closed as she began twisting on the ground. Her hands gripped him, and she could not help but feel her body spasm as she lost all feeling in her limbs and it bombarded her heart with feelings of arousal, satisfaction, and longingness.

"Me too!" Jonas could not endure any longer, the love faces his playmate was making had driven him to the edge, and before he could even think of pulling out, she grabbed his ass and spoke the three words that every man wanted to hear.

"Cum inside me!" and Jonas couldn't care less about the consequences as he felt his body convulse, and he shot his seed into her womb.

He moaned with pleasure, and it took everything in him to not just collapse on top of Leeanna. His arms were shaking under his weight, and for a moment he thought he might have died and gone to Heaven. They both breathed like they had run a marathon, and for the briefest of moments, they both looked into each other's eyes while wondering the same thing. Jonas kissed her, and she kissed him back. That was all they needed to know.

"We should get back," she panted.

"No way," he grinned, "The sun hasn't risen yet, so it looks like we still have time."

"Jonas," she muttered, "I don't want people to think I'm a slut."

"Why would they ever think that?" he asked while making exaggerated looks at their current situation.

"You're such a butthead," she kissed his cheek, "And I think you might have broken my bra."

"I prefer you without it anyway," he said, while he rolled over and began searching for his boxers.

"Or it's just payback for the pants."

"That's possible."

The two lovers appeared from the trees, both reeking of sex. Leeanna looked haggard, tired, and pleased with herself. Jonas looked as if he had done nothing at all, besides a few locks of hair being out of place.

"Where did you two get off too," Destiny teased, and she watched as her friend's face went red, but the sight of the two holding hands made her expression flicker.

'I guess they're a thing now,' she thought while smirking in self-satisfaction, and someone else had also noticed the sudden re-emergence of the two sweaty lovers.

Tommy Phillips had taken his glazed eyes off Leeanna just long enough to smash a few beers and to forget that he had been watching her at all. If one of his buddies had not pointed her out, he would have forgotten she existed.

"Are you serious?" he asked in disbelief to his group, as they watched his ex-girlfriend stumble out of the dark woods, hand in hand with another guy.

"Nothing you can do," mumbled a friend of his who was much more laid back, "That's Jonas Ariel, you can't touch him."

"Fuck Jonas Ariel," said Tommy, "He just hooked up with my girl."

"Chalk it up to bad luck," said that friend, "Maybe you could have fought any other guy, but not him, and if you try- don't tell people you know me, I don't want his brother to think I had anything to do with it," but this statement did nothing more than to pour gasoline on the primal inferno that was already burning inside of Tommy's stomach. The little sober intelligence left inside his brain died away, and a Neanderthal-like thought process hijacked his mind.

"Fuck Jonas Ariel, and fuck his older brother too," growled Tommy Phillips, who began striding towards the group of four. By the time anyone had realized what was going on, Tommy had already put all two hundred and twenty pounds of himself into a charging push that crashed into Jonas' body and sent him flying backward.

Jonas landed hard on his back but he used his elbows as a fulcrum point and the momentum allowed him to push himself right back onto his feet. His hair swooshed with the wind, and although it was sloppy, it still amused everyone who had been watching.

"You slut," Tommy glared at Leeanna, "You break my heart, and twenty minutes later you're filling your nasty gash with him?" he added, "You're pathetic."

"I'm pathetic?" her voice cracked, "Do you know who you just attacked?"

"Trust me," he smirked, "I'm not worried."

"Stupid asshole," she spat, and Jonas could not help but raise his eyebrows as he examined Leeanna in a new light, "Hope you enjoyed living because his brother is going to end you."

"Is that so?" Tommy said, "I don't see the big fucker," he looked back and forth at the surrounding crowd, and without a second word he charged toward Jonas.

Even though he was drunk, and even though he was raging inside, Tommy Phillips could still throw a quick punch from being a former boxing prodigy. His right fist that could break wood crashed into his opponent's stomach, while his left fist just grazed his jaw. Destiny and Leeanna both screamed as Jonas hit the ground, gasping for air.

Jonas did not stay incapacitated for long. He got to his feet, found his bearing, and prepared to dodge the onslaught of fury-infused punches. He side-stepped around Tommy, who had just missed a right hook, and began backing away from his group of friends, trying to create some distance between them.

"Tommy, I'm sorry," said Jonas, while he put his hands up in a show of peace.

"Sorry?" Tommy growled, "Fuck your sorry, asshole!" and once again he charged toward Jonas. Although Tommy Phillips could throw a quick punch, everyone in the crowd could see that Jonas Ariel was no slouch either. He was weaving and ducking hits in a manner that showed he also had some skill in fighting.

"Stop dodging, pussy," Tommy heaved as he was getting out of breath, "If I land a clean shot, you'll be meeting your fucking parents right after," and these words caused Jonas to freeze on the spot.

"Take a punch from you and I'll be meeting my dead parents?" He considered Tommy Phillips for a moment. His lovely blue eyes narrowed in concentration, "I'll give you one free punch for what I did, but after that, fuck off," Tommy thought Jonas might be just screwing with him, but he swiftly realized it was not a joke.

"Deal," said Tommy, and like a ball shot out of a cannon, his huge knuckles flew forward with all his momentum and towards Jonas, who did not even try to dodge. A loud cracking sound echoed through the air and Jonas' body crumpled, his head bouncing off the ground like a ball.

"Jonas!" Leeanna yelled as she ran towards him. When she reached his unconscious body, it horrified her to see such a broken nose, and it looked like his cheeks might have shattered as well. There was obvious bruising, and blood gushed like a running faucet all over his clothing. "Jonas, please wake up," she pleaded as she tried to feel for a pulse.

Tommy Phillips grinned, but it disappeared because Jonas rose from the dead, his eyes looking dull as he stared at Tommy.

"I'm fine," said Jonas in a muffled voice. With the help of Leeanna, who was clinging to his side, he got up and held his muddy hands out to show the crowd just how fine he was. "Good punch buddy, are we good?" Tommy bit his lip but did not answer immediately. He watched as Jonas, Leeanna, Destiny, and Donny began walking away. Tommy couldn't let it go, though. His temper snapped, and the humiliation had thoroughly consumed him.

Grabbing an empty beer bottle off the ground, he dashed towards Jonas, his arm swinging like he was about to bash the brains of a saber-tooth tiger with a wooden club, and just before the bottle had a chance of meeting its target, a hand shot out from nowhere, catching Tommy's arm with such force it was like a vice grip. Shocked, Jonas turned on the spot, but instead of anger, he smiled.

"Hey Bro," he said through his distorted voice. Those words made those in the crowd go just as numb as Tommy's arm. Tommy looked behind himself, and like a horror movie, he came face to face with a pair of black eyes so cold they could have extinguished the bonfire.

Drake Ariel stood stone-faced, staring into Tommy's eyes. Tommy wanted to say, 'let go,' but the remaining brain cells he had told him not to make anything worse.

Although they were brothers, Jonas and Drake seemed like complete opposites. While Jonas was slender, cute, and bright, Drake was fit, handsome, and dark. The eldest Ariel was massive and had short black hair, fair skin, a jawline that could cut steel, and muscles that seemed like they would rip out of his black leather jacket at any moment.

For a moment, nobody spoke. They were much too afraid to try. Drake Ariel was like the neighborhood monster. The stories about him were many, and it seemed like each one could be both exaggerated and possible.

"I hate scumbags who can't keep their word," and this statement was enough to chill the bones of Tommy Phillips who could no longer feel the fingers still enclosed over that beer bottle.

"Drake," Tommy tried to say, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" Drake said with a raised eyebrow, "Fuck your sorry, asshole," he threw Tommy's previous words back at him. Those in the crowd realized how stupid the situation had been because if Drake Ariel had heard Tommy say that, then he must have been there the whole time.

"Drake, just forget about it," said Jonas with his distorted voice, "Let bygones be bygones, or whatever."

"You're still too soft," began Drake, "He could have hurt you," and Tommy Phillips began clinging onto his last lifeline. He tried apologizing to Jonas.

"Hey, we're cool, dude, I shouldn't have gotten so mad right?" he added, "I was just drunk and heartbroken, don't hold it against me, okay Jonas?"

'Sure, no problem,' is what Jonas wanted to say, but he knew it was no use in trying to convince his older brother to do anything when it involved his little brother in danger. Jonas looked at Drake, and for just a moment, the cold hunks' heart softened.

"Fine," said Drake, and these words caused Tommy Phillips to jump in glee. However, his next sentence caused the happiness to fizz out. "You can go, right after you take one hit from me."