My Brother's Best Friend (Crazy in Love Book 1) (13 page)

As soon as I reach Reagan, I pick her up and swing her over my shoulder. “What the hell, Colin?” She sputters in surprise. “It’s four in the morning, baby, anymore dancing can be done in our room. It’s so late that the vultures are circling.” As I state the last part, I glare at Stanton, but he’s unapologetically staring at Reagan’s ass.

I bump him hard with my shoulder and head upstairs to the room we use at Blaine’s house. Locking the door, I finally slide Reagan down my body, and I can feel myself aching and straining for her as I know that I’ll finally get what I’ve been wanting since the night started.

Reagan laughs throatily before asking, “So you kidnapped me because you need some alone time, huh, big boy?” I hold her close and nod before leaning her neck back and licking and sucking it till I leave a mark.

“You’ve left me too long, sweetheart. Now all I can think of is claiming you. This isn’t going to be easy or quick. I want you in the same state that you’ve gotten me.”

She moves her head to right beside my ear before whispering, “That shouldn’t be that hard cause I’m already there. I was teasing you until you made me leave.” With that she pull my shirt over my head, and her outfit is gone in the next second.

As I look at her, I feel the same way I always do. That the best present in the world is standing in front of me, waiting to be unwrapped. She wearing a white strapless lace bra with an almost nonexistent matching white thong. I look at her long gorgeous legs before bending down and rubbing my hands up and down them. They feel like silk, and she sighs in pleasure as I continuously caress them until I give in to the desire to touch more.

I reach between them and touch softly before slowly sinking one finger in. She wasn’t lying about being ready for me too. I groan in pleasure as I feel how wet she is for me, but I continue at a slow pace that she impatiently tries to speed up.

“No, baby, I’ve been desperate for you for hours. Every time you sat on my lap or made me dance with you until I begged you to go upstairs. I want you to feel a small piece of what you do to me.”

Squirming, she starts to beg, “Colin, please, I promise that I do. I need you now. I want you inside of me.” But I don’t give in to her orders or begging and continue to caress her, waiting patiently until she gets to a fever pitch.

But she slides her hands behind her head and snaps her bra off and leans her tits into my face. And I know that I’ve lost this battle again. I groan as I start to rub my face with one breast and then the other.

She giggles happily as I slide her onto the bed and right into her. As I slowly pump in and out of her, I lecture, “You couldn’t even let me have my way for a few minutes you impatient witch. You know all my weakness and never hesitate to use them. Do you, baby?” Reagan just sighs in pleasure and replies, “I can’t pretend to feel sorry when you’re making me feel so good. I just needed you, Co, right away. I couldn’t wait to be together.”

As I look down into her beautifully flushed face, I tell her, “I can understand that, sweetheart. Cause I never want to be anywhere but inside you. Everything else is just work but this.”

After we’re done, we stay linked together, and before I fall asleep, I think that if I could just remember how I feel at this moment, I wouldn’t let Decker, Jonathan, or even Blaine bother me. Reagan and I are perfect when it’s just the two of us. It’s just when there’s a threat that someone will take her from me that I’ve got a problem.

Nothing good has ever happened to me except for her. And my mother’s not capable of loving me, so why should anyone else? I’ll always struggle with feeling secure in Reagan.

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We’ve won eleven football games and have a perfect record so far this year. Scouts are all over Wallace and me, but we’ve both decided that if we got a choice we’d like to stay together. Both of us want to be in the same program, and then Reagan has an easy choice of where to apply next year.

We’re a family, and we want to keep it together. Anna and Reagan have only gotten closer since Reagan confronted Brittany and her crew about all their shit. They’re inseparable now.

Everything would be going perfectly for us this year if Wallace and Reagan’s grandmother’s health wasn’t declining. They weren’t particularly close to her, and she has never been interested in them as individuals. But their father has been trying to get into contact with them since their grandmother has not been able to keep him in line with the threats of taking away his money.

Watching Reagan at a party at her house, I can see she’s already had too many shots. She started taking them down before we came downstairs. Her movements are wilder and less inhibited as she dances. Anna’s with her and they’re having a good time, but I can tell that she’s dealing with so much more than she’s sharing.

Wallace sits down beside me, but I don’t let my eyes go off of my girl. When she’s in this state, I don’t want any other guy touching her. I don’t know what I’d do to them if they did. Wallace breaks the silence between us. “She’s fucking terrified, man, that’s all. I hate to see her like this, but I don’t know how to fix it. He’s the monster from our childhood. He messed us both up.”

Frustrated, I shake my head at him. “But why won’t she talk to me about this, Wal. Its not like I didn’t have a damn hard childhood myself. My mother barely acknowledged me, and she hasn’t said more than two words to me in years. Reagan and I share everything. This sudden always up and fun girl is not her, and I hate her pretending with me.”

              I catch Wallace nodding in understanding out of the corner of my eye as I keep my eyes trained on Reagan dancing. “I get what you’re saying, man, but she’s dealt with a father that hated to even look at her. He hit her for everything and called her names that a child shouldn’t even hear. Let her try to forget it for a little while. She can’t handle facing the thought of him coming back into our lives.”

Patiently, I try to take in what he’s saying and understand that Reagan’s dealing with more than I can know. I need to be there for her, and I know it. But as I look back over at her dancing, I see one of the basketball guys moving closer to her ass, and out of instinct, I move towards her.

Her face lights up as she sees me coming towards her; and as soon as I reach her, I pull her into me. Immediately, my body starts moving with hers. And I feel my body harden even more in response to her rubbing against me. Her hair is loose and long, and her eyes are bright and shining as I wrap my arms around her tightly.

As I rock and rub into her, I lean her head back to kiss and lick her neck as she giggles softly and squirms in response. I ask her softly, “Do you feel what you do to me, baby? This is why I can’t ever dance with you for long. My response is damned embarrassing.” “Or sexy,” she replies back as she slyly brushes her hand on me.

I groan, and she smiles back cockily. “You’re the one that came over to me. You can’t blame me for this one. I didn’t ask you to dance.” “Nah, but the predators were starting to circle around you, if one had gotten close I would’ve lost my damn mind.”

Sweetly she leans into me, “We can start our own party now if you want, Colin. I wasn’t planning on torturing you all night.” Surprised, I say, “Well, baby, I’d love to take you upstairs, but this is your party. I feel bad abandoning Wallace to do the entertaining.”

Busting out laughing at my statement, she gestures in Wallace’s direction. “Do you think he’s going to be concerned with entertaining anyone? He never talks if he doesn’t want to. He’ll just make sure nobody steals anything.” Glancing over at him, he’s sitting with Anna on his lap and their faces are barely an inch apart as they talk.

Right away, I don’t feel bad about abandoning him to that. Picking Reagan up in my arms, I plow through the crowd and ignore people trying to talk to us. I take the stairs to her room two at a time. I drop her on her bed, and start pulling off my clothes.

Feeling the need pulsing through me, I look at her and see she’s feeling the same. In her face, I see all the same desperation that’s in me. We play the happy couple and try to socialize and mix with others. But the only time I’m truly happy, is when it’s like this, just her and I. I crave her constantly. And when I’m with her, I want to be inside her, and if I’m inside her, I want to be deeper and feel it longer.

She’s everything to me, and sometimes I wonder if I knew who I was before I met her. She’s made me who I am today, and I need her right now. As I pull off her dress, I lean down and take her lips deep with mine. When I pull my mouth back, she makes a protest, and I shake my head at her.

“Baby, I’m in the mood that I need you right now. Are you ready for me? Cause I can’t handle a lot more before I need to be inside of you.” “I’m ready, Colin. I’ve been ready for you all night.”

I groan in relief and sink into her before I take another breath. At the feeling of her all around me, I forgot my worry for her and just enjoy the closeness I get from being inside my girl.

It didn’t take long for us both to climax together and leisurely start again. But nearly two hours later, we collapse together, and I pull her to lay on top of me. I lightly caress her back and ask her softly, “Reagan, when are you going to talk to me about your dad. I know you’re worried, and I know that you don’t like to talk about him. But I want to be here for you. I want to help you. Keeping it all inside is not going to help you or me. When you love someone, you’re there for them. You don’t have to pretend to be okay with me.”

As I talk to her, one tear falls down her cheek before she says, “I’m scared, Colin, I’m scared to death. He terrified, threatened, and punished me for my entire childhood. I’ve never felt the kind of hatred that he feels for me. I can’t talk about him. He’s taken so much from me already. But know that I can’t let him back in my life.”

“Okay, sweetheart, don’t worry. We’ll do whatever it takes. If you have to come live with me, you can.” With sad eyes, she looks back at me. “I can’t come live with you, Colin. You’re stepfather would never cross my dad. And Wallace and I only have control of our trust funds while our grandma’s in control. That could all change. All I know is before I live with him, I’ll live on the streets.”

As I study her face, I can see that she means it. She’ll do something drastic before she’s under his control. What the hell are we going to do?

Chapter 9

Reagan

I can tell that Colin’s worried about me. I know that I’m not myself. But I don’t know how to act. The fear inside of me won’t stop unless I drink. So every chance I can, I’ve been partying hard. I don’t want to think about my dad and how hard he hits. I can’t think of his hateful words and rigid voice.

I need peace. And only drinking and sex seem to do it for me. Colin’s baffled at how often we’ve been having sex. But I crave the feeling it gives me to lose myself in him. But I’ve got to start trying to get myself together. I can see what it’s doing to him, and I don’t want to give him more stress right now.

Colin and Wallace did win the state championship. Carmen Beach celebrated with a huge party that didn’t stop for the entire weekend. But now they’ve got to go to a college recruits training camp before they can both sign with their university.

I can tell that they are reluctant to leave me this weekend, and I feel guilty about that. I’ve always been the type of girl that could take care of herself and others. Just cause my dad could come back in my life doesn’t mean that I need to change who I am.

As I walk downstairs, I catch Colin and Wallace quietly arguing with each other. I make sure that I walk as softly as possible so I can listen and not alert them to my presence. “She’s not ready to be on her own for this whole weekend, she’s gotten more and more fragile since the mention of your dad came up. I think she’s on the breaking point here, man. I can’t fucking leave her.”

Aggravated, my brother argues back, “Do you think if there was any way around it, that I’d want to go? We’ve both got to go to this camp for all of our futures. What if my dad decides to cut us off? How are you and I going to be able to do anything for Reagan without money? We both need to play college ball if we have any hope of making it to the NFL.”

At this point, I interrupt the discussion before Colin can say anything else. “You are both going and that’s the end of it. Do you think I’d want either of your careers hurt because I couldn’t handle a weekend alone?”