Scars

Twenty-Six

"Little sister!" Ashton called from downstairs.

I untangled myself from Chris' arms and pulled on his t-shirt before leaving my bedroom and descending my stairs.

"Hey," I smiled sheepishly.

"How are you?" Ashton asked, "oh, and the boys are kind of on their way here. I told them about James, and they're worried about you."

"I'm okay," I sighed, "I went to the station after he was arrested, and I got him to confess. I feel weirdly powerful because of it."

"That's amazing," Ashton smiled, "so it's over? Like you'll never have to worry about him again?"

"I'm free," I smiled.

Ashton wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me tightly.

"I missed you," Ashton sighed, "I'm sorry for not respecting your privacy."

"It's okay, can I actually trust you with my privacy now?" I asked.

Ashton nodded, so I pulled myself away from his hug and grabbed his key to my home from the drawer where I had stashed it. I handed it back to him, watching the wide smile spread across his face.

"Chris is sleeping upstairs, so I'll be back in a minute," I informed.

I made my way back upstairs, seeing Chris still asleep in my bed. I crawled into bed next to him, running my fingertips down his torso, meeting the waistband of his boxers. I snuck my hand into the waistband of his boxers as I felt him stiffen and begin to wake up.

"Good morning," Chris smirked in his very sexy morning voice.

"Good morning Christopher," I smirked as I dipped my head down.

I finished what I had started, licking my lips before I crawled up further on my bed next to Chris. He smiled, pressing his lips to mine.

"Ashton's here," I objected as I pulled away from the kiss.

"He can wait," Chris insisted before reconnecting his lips to mine.

"You have to be fast," I giggled.

Chris chuckled, not wasting any time. He thrusted into me, putting his hand over my mouth to muffle my moans. He moved quickly, as I had told him to, connecting our lips together again, allowing us to moan into each other's kiss without making a lot of noise. He pushed me over my edge, giving a few more thrusts before reaching his own.

"Was that fast enough for you?" Chris laughed.

I smacked his chest playfully before I rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats, making sure I didn't look like I had done what we had just done. I tied my hair up into a ponytail and pressed my lips to Chris' before I turned to leave my room.

"I'll be downstairs, Ashton invited his friends over," I smiled.

"Do you want me to stay up here?" Chris asked.

"You can wait for me in bed if you like," I smirked, "or you can come downstairs, whatever you want to do."

"What I want to do is pull you back into bed with me," Chris smirked, snaking his arm around my waist.

"As much as I'd love to," a smug smile tugging on my lips, "we are not going to act like a couple of sex-crazed teenagers. I am going to go talk to my brother and his friends and you are going to take a shower or stay in bed or whatever you'd like to do. And after they leave, I will come back here, and we can do whatever you like."

"Sounds like a perfect plan," Chris smiled, "and you can't blame me for acting like a sex-crazed teenager Natalina. I just can't get enough of you."