Brooke's rapt attention from her fellow blonde was drawn by Matt, hips lifting fractionally at the firm stroke as he leaned in and started kissing across and up the edge of the woman's shoulder. His off hand slipped over her stomach and went north. She sank a little in between them, spreading her legs a little in encouragement to Blaine and rolling her head to the side to let Matthew have the room he was so sweetly demanding.

"So long as the first isn't the last," Brooke said huskily, one hand gripping Matt's leg and brushing her knuckles against Blaine's exploitative fore arm, while the other ran the edges of her nails up the blond's shoulder.

Matt chuckled at that and ran his hand up over a breast, smirking as she arches up into it.