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Please forgive me as this story is unedited and very, very naughty!
The Surprise Engagement Party as told in Ana's Point of View
We've danced and celebrated all night long. I was completely surprised when Carrick and Grace decided to throw us a surprise engagement party. They've made me feel so welcome and I am extremely grateful because I know they have accepted me into their family.
After we say good-bye to our guests my future husband takes my hand, raises it to his soft pouty lips and kisses me in a way that lets me know that the real fun is about to follow.
"Hey you two," Grace says as she picks up a champagne glass and takes a drink, "Do not think you are going home tonight. We've all had a little too much to drink. You two are welcome to stay here or in the boat house."
"Thanks mom," my future husband says as he smirks at me. "We'll stay in the boat house."
"Come my future wife." He says as he extends his hand.
Carrick says, "Son, may I have a word before you take my future daughter-in-law to the boat house?"
"Sure dad." Says my future husband.
He looks to me and says, "Wait for me?"
"Always," I respond. "I'm going to help your sister in the kitchen. Come get me when you're ready."
I head towards the kitchen and I hear Mia squealing as she talks about the wedding with one of her girlfriends. I don't remember her name but I do know that she was eye fucking my future husband, that bitch! I won't let her get to me as our wedding is right around the corner. I cannot wait to be an official member of The Grey Family. Perhaps then, all these damn women will stop ogling my man...fucking doubtful but at least he will be legally mine.
"Ana!" She squeals as she darts towards me and hugs me hard. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Her friend scowls at me and leaves rather quickly. Bye bitch!
"For what?" I ask dumbfounded.
"For agreeing to marry my brother of course. I know he's a handful but I know you can handle him. We're going to be sisters! I love you Ana!"
"Oh Mia, I love you too."
"Well, I'm feeling a little light-headed so I'm off to bed. You two are staying right? We're going to enjoy brunch in the morning...late morning that is!"
"Yes Mia, we are staying in the boat house tonight." I say as I blush bright red.
"Oooooooohhh...the boat house eh? Sounds like fun. Good night!" She says as she prances away. I hope her 'friend' went home.
I turn to get the open bottle of champagne and I bump into my future brother-in-law. He's a wall of solid muscle.
"Oops, sorry about that." I say as I back away.
"No worries Anastasia." He says with a twinkle in his eye.
"I was uh...just going to have a glass of champagne. Join me?"
"Sure." He says as he takes the bottle and pours some for both us, as I watch him pour the drinks, he begins to smile. It's a huge smile.
He hands me my glass and I cannot help but ask, "What?"
"You." He says as his smile grows bigger, if that is at all possible. He has a lovely smile.
"Me?" I say in a questioning manner.
"Yes, you." He says back to me.
"Me? Me what?"
"I cannot believe you're marrying my brother."
"Why?"
"No particular reason. I am happy for him and for you of course. You both look so happy." He says.
"We are happy." I say.
"I know." He says.
I lift my glass to take a sip and he says, "Wait!"
I'm so startled I nearly drop my glass.
"What?" I ask breathlessly as he stands closer to me.
"A toast." He says, "To you and my brother, my you always be as happy as you say you are."
"Cheers." I say as we clink our glasses unsure of what his words mean.
I must have a funny look on my face because he asks, "What is it?"
I don't answer and take another sip of my champagne. I feel so tense.
"Come on, tell me." He pleads.
Do I tell him?
"Well, I'm not sure, but I don't think that was a very sincere toast."
"You're right, I'm sorry."
"No worries." I say feeling a little better when he smiles and I feel the tension leave me.
"I'm really happy you're going to be Grey." He says as he hugs me, "Welcome to the family."
I'm about to look up and say thank you, he was going to kiss my cheek but as I turned my head our lips touched.
Holy fuck!
It was just a quick touching of our lips and I felt it go right through my body! I feel myself go weak in the knees and he catches me.
"Hey, are you alright?" He asks.
"I uh...I don't know. I think so." I say as I look up at him.
Before I know it, he's kissing me once again and God help me I'm so fucking glad he did! I return the kiss with equal fervor, our tongues thrusting and tasting one another. I'm enjoying this new and electrical feeling. My God the man kiss and I feel myself getting soaking wet with desire. My nipples are hardening and I want him inside of me.
What the fuck!
"Oh God Ana, oh God." He moans as his hands rub up and down my body.
His voice! This is not my future husband's voice.
"Stop!" I say as I back away.
We both back away quickly.
"Holy fuck Anastasia! I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." He says as he quickly leaves the kitchen leaving me breathless and wanting him with every fiber of my being.
Shit!
"Baby? You in here?" My future husband says as he enters the kitchen.
"Yes." I say, as that is the only word I can manage at the moment.
"Come." He says as he takes my hand and we head towards the boat house.
We walk hand in hand. It's a beautiful moonlit night.
"You're awful quiet baby. Anything on your mind?" He asks.
"I'm just really tired is all."
"I hope not too tired." My man says with a wicked gleam in his eye.
"No, never." I say trying to calm myself down.
We get to the boat house and we slowly strip down, my man in his boxers and me in my bra and panties.
I lay on the bed face up while my man frees himself from his boxers, his dick is thick, solid and fucking beautiful.
He slowly straddles me and removes my bra with my help, then he works his way down to my panties. He drags them off and says, "Shit Ana, you're fucking wet!"
"That's what you do to me baby." I say as I smile at him.
"No Ana, I mean you are drenched! Fuck man, you must have been thinking about this all night long! I've never seen you this wet before!"
Oh dear God, I wish he hadn't said that.
"Take me Mr. Grey. I'm tired of waiting." I plead, wanting to put this night behind me and start anew tomorrow.
"I intend to Mrs. Grey."
I look at my man and smile, "Mrs. Grey?"
"I know you're not Mrs. Grey yet, but you will be soon baby."
"Quit talking and fuck me now!" I command.
And with those words he takes me and we get lost in one another, over and over and over again...
***The Next Morning***
"Baby, it's time to get up."
"Oh no. My head is killing me."
"I thought it would be, you were quite tipsy last night. Though to be honest I can't complain. You fucked me with such urgency and such need. It was hot baby, I should get you tipsy more often. Oh, I brought you some orange juice and some advil for your hangover."
"Hangover? I didn't get wasted did I? That's not my scene. I hope I didn't embarrass myself...or you for that matter."
"Oh baby, you were fine. Just a bit giggly but no harm no foul."
Thank fuck! Perhaps it was all a dream!
"Perhaps what was all a dream?"
Shit! I said that out loud.
"Uh nothing."
"What baby? Tell me."
"Well, you know, that I made a fool of myself."
"No baby, I told you. You were fine."
"Ok, if you say so."
"Come, they're waiting on us."
We get to the patio and I see The Grey family waiting on us.
I avoid eye contact with my future brother-in-law but cannot avoid my future sister-in-law even if I tried.
"Ana!" She shouts as I cringe. "Sit next to me." She grabs my hand and I sit.
"Everyone," Carrick says, "I would like to make a toast to my son and my future daughter in law."
Mia whispers, "They're mimosas. I made them myself."
Ugh! That's the last thing I need.
"Mr. Grey, I'm sorry. I cannot toast."
I hear an audible gasp.
"What?" Mia squeals.
My future brother-in-law smiles.
I scowl at him, letting him know it's not what he thinks.
"I mean uh, I can't drink this. I had a little too much to drink last night. I apologize and hope I didn't make a fool of myself or say or do anything...inappropriate." I look directly at him, hoping this might explain my indiscretion but I'm secretly hoping that what happened last night, didn't really happen. Perhaps it was the champagne.
Yeah right! My inner voice tuts me.
"I would rather drink plain orange juice." I say as I stand and the Grey man stand in unison. Such manners.
"Where are you going baby?"
"I'm going to powder my nose and get some orange juice on the way back."
"Of course Ana. It's in the beverage only fridge. Shannon will show you where it's located."
"Shannon?" I ask.
"My housekeeper." She says.
"Ok, thank you and excuse me."
I walk quickly to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. It was only a dream. It didn't happen. I say it over and over again. Attempting to convince myself that I didn't make out and that I didn't want to fuck my future brother-in-law.
I go to the huge designer kitchen. I don't see Shannon but I do find the orange juice. I grab the container and shut the door and shit!
He's there, I mean he's here. Standing right in front of me and I feel it...shit! Be cool Steele. There's still a chance it didn't happen.
"Hi." I say with a smile as I attempt to act nonchalantly, as though I didn't want him to fuck me last night...and right now too!
"Ana, we need to talk."
Shit! That's not good.
"Talk? Talk about what?" That's it, keep cool.
"You know damn well about what!"
Keep calm Steele, you were drunk, you had no control.
"No, I don't. I was drunk. I don't remember a thing." I say as my voice quivers.
"Yes you do Ana, yes you do."
"I don't." I say as I keep my head down focusing on the orange juice container.
"Look at me." He says with a soft sexy caressing voice. "You're wet for me now. I can tell."
"I am not!" I say as I quickly walk away feeling my panties getting wetter with every step I take. I hate that he's right about that!
I make my way back to the table and Mia says, "Ana, are you ok? You look a little flushed."
Damn! She's so observant, this is going to be trouble.
"I'm fine." I say a little too quickly.
My future husband smiles and says, "Dad, are you going to finish that toast?"
"Please, let me." My future brother-in-law says as he returns hot on my heels and he raises his glass.
Oh shit. God help me.
"Don't panic Ana," he says quietly. "This will be short and sweet."
"Please little brother, make it very short and sweet." My man snickers.
"No worries, I won't tell Ana about all of your secrets."
"Ok, big brothers, enough banter! I'm thirsty." Mia says with a smile.
"Everyone, raise your glass and let's wish the happy couple all the best. To Elliot and Ana. May they be as happy as they were...last night."
He has a gleam in his eye as he looks at me and I of course am squirming in my very wet panties.
What the fuck have I done?
This is the same story I originally posted last year, I'm merely editing a bit.
Cheers,
Rosie :D