I immediately moved and covered my naked body with Christian as I peeked over to see his brother hovering by from afar. I can feel my cheeks heating up as I look back at Christian, "you said he wouldn't be here!"

"That's what he told me," Christian said before turning around to face him, "Clay, what the fuck?"

Clayton throws his hands in the air, "What the fuck do you mean? I live here?"

Christian groans, "Whatever, can you go away so we can get out?"

Clayton heads back inside and Christian turns back to me and rubs my arms, "I'm sorry princess. I didn't think he would be back."

"It's fine, just a little embarrassed," I tell him. He kisses my cheek, and we get out of the pool and dry off. We put our clothes back on and find Clayton sprawled out on the couch. His shirt was unbuttoned, and his pants were off revealing his boxers.

"Date not go well?" Christian asks as he hovers above him with his arms crossed.

Clayton sits up and looks at him, "No. It did not. Why is it that girls only want a guy that wants to fuck? No relationship, just a fuck. Using me for my dick, who do they think they are?"

I clear my throat, "Uh, that's how most men are towards girls."

Clayton groans and lays his head back on the couch, "Being irresistible is exhausting."

Christian rolls his eyes, grabs my hand, and drags me up the stairs. "Want to watch a movie?"

I nod, "can we watch the conjuring?"

Christian's eyes widen, "why that movie?"

"I'm in the mood for a horror movie. Is there a problem, scaredy cat?" I run a finger down his arm, leaving goosebumps.

"No."

I roll my eyes and grab the remote, "it's not even scary. The second one is scarier. I'll hold your hand if you get scared." I press play on the movie, and we begin to watch it. We didn't make it halfway through before his hand started drawing circles on my thigh letting me know he was bored and probably horny. I ignored his burning touch and tried to focus on the movie.

His hand moved to the hem of my leggings where his fingers slipped inside slightly. I winced at the contact. He knew he was winning. "Christian!" I whispered-yelled trying to push him away slightly.

He chuckles and slides his hand lower into my pants, "What? What do you want Reagan?"

I breathe out shuttering in the process of his fingers on my body, "I'm trying to watch the movie."

"Are you really into the movie that much?" He whispers into my ear.

"Well, I was."

He uses his other hand and traces my jawline, "and what are you now?" My eyes closed as the hand that was in my pants reached my clit, and he began to rub it slightly before slipping two fingers inside me. "What is it, Reagan?"

My eyes opened and I noticed his eyes were dark with lust. I gasped as his rhythm began to quicken. I felt myself press up on him enjoying what he was doing to me. "Just- just keep going."

He kissed my jawline, and I let my head roll back to give him more access, "You like that?"

"God, yes."

His hand leaves me, and I whimper suddenly feeling alone and cold, missing his touch. He grabs the hem of my leggings and yanks them off, throwing them across the room. He does the same with my shirt, leaving me completely naked, and runs his hands down my naked body.

He kisses me harshly and straddles me, pressing his lower body on me, letting me feel the hardness of his cock. I moan at the contact, wanting him inside me immediately. He slides his shorts off without breaking our kiss, and I raise my legs so he can fit between me.

He lines himself against my cervix before slowly entering me and lets out a growl, "I love how tight you are every time." His thrusts speed up, sending my head back in pleasure as he gripped my thighs. I could feel my walls tightening, knowing I was going to come soon. He pounded into me harder, making my boobs jiggle with every move, letting out nonstop moans.

My nails clawed into his back, knowingly leaving marks everywhere. "Princess, I can't hang on much longer," he moaned, "come with me." I couldn't hold it any longer and released just as he began to freeze. He quickly pulled out, and came onto my stomach, letting his juices spread across my body, dripping onto the sheets. He got off me and ran into the bathroom to grab a towel, so we could clean up our messes.

He flops back into bed, and I roll over to face him. He stares down at me and smiles, "Reagan?" He asks.

"Yeah, what's up Christian?" I respond suddenly feeling a bit claustrophobic and awkward since I was naked as he was asking a question.

He doesn't respond for a moment as he seems to just go blank before responding, "I'm in love with you." Those words made me immediately sit up. It was almost as if a spark flew up my spine making me shiver.

A smile stretched across my face as I reached for his jawline to bring him closer to me, kissed his lips softly, and murmured against his lips, "I'm in love with you too."

"I've been in love with you since I walked in that freakin math class. You took my breath away as soon as I walked through that door."

I smiled, "I've always had a thing for you since I saw you do that first drawing in art class." I pause, "I love how daring you look, but in reality, you're such a puppy dog."

"Am not."

"Are too. I could run my hand up and down your arm and you'd start shaking your leg and panting because it feels good." I joke.

He rolls his eyes before pinning me down under him on the bed, "Let's see how fast I can make you pant shall we, love?"