BETA by Halo140

BURNING EMBERS

DISCLAIMER: Characters used are from the Fifty Shades Trilogy belong to EL James. Characters from the Lithium Springs series belongs to Carmel Rhodes. The plot is highly influenced by "The Rockers" series written by TA Browning. At times I have used some dialogue from the same series.

I own nothing. Enjoy

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CHAPTER TWENTY: EUPHORIC TIMES

Annie

We had the view of Lake Tahoe as long as my eyes could see. It was spectacular. My guys dragged a lounger down to the shore front for me while I took a large umbrella so I didn't get burnt by the warm summer sun.

With a Dr Pepper in my hand and Bumps, Boobs & Babies in the other, it was time to catch up with what's happening with my body. It's obvious my hormones are out of fucking control but what else?

I am petrified that I have a baby growing inside me. Well I am I tolerating it… overall I think I'm beginning to deal with the whole concept, that a newborn will be in my arms in a short few months. At least today would have to be one of the best days I've had in weeks other than my catatonic breakdowns over cheesy eggs every morning. At least I was getting more than a handful of hours sleep at a time, but I still feel extremely exhausted.

My guys left me alone, which was nice and for once peaceful. It felt good to stretch out and not worry about the arms of the couch, a cramped sleeping berth or an upright chair on the bus. Complete freedom.

I found a chapter on grandparents and how important their role is during the pregnancy and the first months of their lives. Grandparents are allies in a child's search for who they are, their place in the daily world. A role model and someone to love. I scoffed at the idea. My so called mother was dead, as was Christian's. His dad was roaming the country and they never really spoke. My father, well I've never met him. I always told my guys that my mom wanted fame and tried to bed rockers. She thought when a baby came so would the cash, the clothes, the jewels and the overall popularity. I guess she drew the short straw because I'm sure my father wasn't a rocker because we didn't see any cash on our horizons just booze bottles, needles and endless trash.

As a small child I remember we ran away from him. Always fucking running. Carla always told me he was a bad man, Hard Steel. I knew as I grew up she was referring to his cock and not his name. Carla hated that name, Hard Steel.

As it hit early afternoon the sun was high in the sky, I chucked my pregnancy book behind me and wiggled my toes in the sandy shore. My innards felt like they were collapsing on themselves as if I hadn't eaten in days. The thought of cheese for devouring and total consumption was needed. Possibly with more Dr Pepper.

I entered the lake house to find Elliot, Christian and Ethan watching some kind of baseball related show on the huge tv. Boring!

"This lady—" I announced rubbing my almost flat belly.

"Momma." Ethan corrected pointing to my stomach, with a smirk on his face.

"This momma," I emphasized and it felt nice. "Is hungry. You guys want anything?" I asked as I passed them and instantly made a detour towards the bathroom. "Nope, change of plans." I yelled, "This Momma needs to pee." Like right now! The sensation came from nowhere and pressure was unbelievable. Oh my God! My bladder felt like it was going to drop a flood on the floor and the guys would need Noah's Ark asap.

The guys continued my conversation even though I was bolting to the nearest bathroom.

"I could eat." Elliot said. "Hopefully there's loads of grub… I could eat for fucking days."

"Toasted Sandwiches! With Cheese!" I called out, making it to the bathroom.

My body didn't even give a a chance before my butt cheeks were on the seat. It felt so good my eyes rolled and a moan slipped through my lips. I guess it's the simple things. I swear I sat there for two minutes straight as I relieved myself.

I washed my hands and got straight to work. Cheese and bread and a little whipped butter. I guess cheese was going to be my go to craving. They started to pile on the platter, and I popped a large slice of Jarlsberg into my mouth, with my eyes closed I murmured at this wonderful dairy product and jumped as I hadn't noticed Christian next to me.

"Oooh it smells, cheesy in here." He winked, and pulled a cold beer from the fridge, popping the cap on the edge of the granite counters. "All this spare time and space is making this papa hungry." His eyes semi closed, rubbing his belly.

I couldn't help but grin.

Papa!

He pulled me close to chest with his free hand. Those grey eyes caught me hook, line and sinker. His hand stroked down my side, making my heart race and breath stop. This intimate touch was so foreign. All the guys touched me, but never like this, so sensual and slow. But up until that moment I had never thought I would be on the receiving end of his caressing touch. When his hand hovered over my hip towards my hard abdomen, it made me shake with pleasure. He dragged me closer and I went willingly no questions.

My butterflies in my belly went wild. It was then I realized, it wasn't butterflies rather the kicks of tiny feet or maybe hands, I couldn't quite tell. My vacant hands roamed his chest, as I felt his heart race. I truly knew that this was real and not a dream. I moved my hands over his to my belly and smiled. We are going to be parents.

"Ahh, Annie. Lunch?" Luke said, his hair was tangled from his rough sleep. I'm actually starting to get use to his stubbly face.

I pointed to the kitchen counters.

"Awesome, I haven't had grilled cheese in forever. You're the best." He winked at me and surprisingly patted Christian on his back.

It was odd being caught by one of the guys wrapped in Christian's arms. It's such a bizarre situation, with the others being around. So I pulled away and Christian dropped his hand from my stomach. I knew he was disappointed with my choice, but I needed food!

It was nice eating together. At a table, like a family would. We never really got to eat like this. It was always take out, on the run or on the cramped bus. Never homemade (yes grilled cheese is homemade!) and never in my memory since leaving Missouri, the five of us. This vacation though a sacrifice to the band, it has made us a closer family unit. Money well spent completely worth every penny.

…..

Sunrise, sunset as the days dozily went by. I have slept more in the last five days than I have in weeks. My daily adventures involve peeing, eating and snoozing. Now it's barely two in the afternoon and my snooze cycle is upon me.

Unable to read, I stretched my arms above my head. Interestingly the material of my bikini top stretched and I notice something I had been blocking out of my mind for the last few weeks. My boobs were bigger. Fucking huge in fact, at least a cup maybe more than what I would normally be. Well, one bonus of being pregnant. I was a little worried only having boobs on the smaller end of the spectrum, but hi-five girl.

I grin closing my eyes. I have boobs! I thought cupping them in my hands.

I was brought out of my sleepy haze as several large droplets of water, splashed over my belly. I let out a small squeal, opening one eye to see Christian looking at my small bump and my newly enhanced breasts. I moved my sun glasses up off my face beyond my bangs. "You prick, it's making me cold." I could feel the goosebumps forming over my body, and my nipples making small peaks. But I was uncertain if it was due to the cool water droplets or Christian being so close.

His tenor voice deep with devotion, deliciously sexy made me melt. He carefully dropped on top of me in between my legs. His wet board shorts, pressing against my core. He put his chest against mine and I then smacked him on his ass.

"You're freezing Christian… and wet!" I chortled.

"It's fucking fantastic, you should take a dip. It's good." He said never looking away from my gaze.

Christian took my glasses off my head and slipped them over his eyes. His lips touched mine and I couldn't help but buck my hips to his.

He rolled off me and rested his head on my chest. "This is nice."

I didn't know how to react.

He slowly moved his fingers down my torso, below my belly button to where I was carrying our daughter. His hand cupped a very tiny bump, or I could call it the cheese mound.

"Let's buy a home." He whispered.

"What?" I hummed. Trying to savoir the moment. I swear I must be dreaming.

"A house. Let's buy one. Not that one of course," he pointed to our Lake house, "but something like it… we need something bigger." and he continued to rub my belly.

I didn't push him away. It seemed right. "Really? Bigger?" my voice squeaked.

He smiled, lifting my sunglasses away from his eyes. "Really." He nodded, "I like the water and away from the public eye. You really seem happy here. Honestly we can't live in a tour bus or hotels for the rest of our lives, Ana. Especially now." He kissed me again around the edges of my lips."So which coast, East or West?" He smiled.

Why is he unaffected from this? I'm practically melting at my core. "Whatevs." I shrugged with a huge smile. It honestly didn't bother me, as long as I had everyone that I loved near by. That's all I needed.

He smiled, and kissed me again. This time it was a needy want and his tongue slipped in. I felt his hard erection straining between my legs, wanting to be freed from his wet board shorts.

He pulled away, trying to catch his breath.

"I've wanted to do that for such a long time. Thank you Ana." I pulled him down next to me.

"I don't want to leave here." I replied.

"Me either. So I'm thinking… I'm going to call Hyde later today and have him find us a realtor probably on the West coast." He paused waiting for my answer and I nodded. "I want us to have our own home before the summer is over. And also us guys need to tell him the tour is off with Lithium Springs."

"What the fuck Chris?" I tried to sit up, but his body pushed me down. "You can't cancel the tour at the drop of a hat!" I groaned. Doesn't he understand how much planning was put into this tour?

"Annie, we can't be traveling while your almost eight months pregnant."

"No." I shook my head. Touring was their life. My life. Our life!

"Sure I can. You can't tour with us that pregnant and there is no way in hell I'm leaving you home alone. Fucking Hyde will get over it." He made it sound so reasonable, but it only made feel guilty. It was my fault. He was cancelling something huge… all for me. I couldn't let him make sacrifices like that.

"Christian." I whined.

"Don't even argue with me on this. We aren't changing our minds, us guys have talked and it's done."

"What and you didn't think to ask me to be a part of this conversation?"

"Ana, there was no need. There are more important things than a stupid fucking tour."

He kissed me again as his hands cupped my face. He began to grind his hips into my warm sex. It was unbelievably awesome and my argument quickly slipped away as a small groan slipped from my throat into his.

"Christian." I panted.

"Anastasia." I felt his smile as he said my name.

His hand made it's way down my body and I could feel he was caressing my core. I couldn't think straight. This is what I wanted. This… Christian touching me. His calloused fingers slipped into my bikini and I bucked my hips as I felt skin on skin.

"Don't stop, please…"

He continued to kiss me. It was slow and sensual with the sounds of small splashes of waves on the shore and the warmth of the suns rays from above. Christian lowered his board shorts and I felt him push my bikini to the side. He was hard and the head of his cock was at my entrance.

"I want you Anastasia… can I have you?" he sounded drunk, but no alcohol was involved with this passion.

"Fill me. I need you need to make flames. Please Christian."

I felt my arousal being whipped by the head of his cock and I most definitely wanted my fill. With one large swing of his hips he thrusted into me. I was tight, and forgot his girth I needed to accommodate. There was a pain but nothing compared to all those months ago as my virginity was snapped away.

We were slow, rolling our bodies as one making a single flame. Both looking eye to eye, we knew we must be quiet or the others would hear us. So we moaned into each others mouths and necks. As we grew close, Christian picked up speed and held his own release until he knew I was satisfied.

"Now that's what I call a vacay." He panted and looked at me with hooked eyes.

We refused to move and I didn't want Christian to leave me. I needed him still inside me.

"Have dinner with me," he continued to kiss my neck.

"Just… you and me?" I questioned.

"Yeah of course just you and me. Who else would come?" His brow wrinkled.

"Fine, I'll have dinner with you. Only because I'm hungry." I sarcastically answered ending with a small chuckle. "Wait… Hang on a second, you mean like a date don't you?" I tried to wiggle him away, and I felt his semi flaccid cock leave me.

"Yes a date, Anastasia." He winked.

…..

A date?

A date? I don't have any clothes to wear for a date! I'm still flustered with out little love session on the beach and thankful none of the guys had privy to it. I have this little niggling thought that I should have said no. But everything else including my lips are screaming for more.

I looked around the master suite and all my clothing were everywhere. Jeans… Oh God so many pairs of jeans in a myriad of dark shades such as black, grey, maroon, purple with holes and rips. Then the horde of t-shirts, mostly tour shirts in black, grey and my favorite pink. The thing that made me cringe the most was my underwear. I have nothing that I would deem date worthy, let alone hot.

In a huge huff, I sag into my bed and stare at my now disaster of a room. Clothes tossed everywhere, there is even a bra hanging on one of the bedposts. Shit, I can't go on a date with Christian, my first fucking date ever in five year old jeans and a holey t-shirt!

There was a knock on my closed bedroom door, before I had the chance to get up and open it, Christian popped his head in. "Hey Ana, you ready to eat? I found this great place where there is so much chee—" His voice trailed off and his eyes got huge when he saw the chaos which surrounded me. "Annie?"

Another huff of disappointment escaped me. "I don't have anything," I sniffed, "to wear." I sat there rubbing my nose hoping my tears will keep at bay only in my black boy shorts and cotton pink bra which was almost bursting at the seems.

With his brows knitted, Christian walked into the bomb site. "Well this," he waved his hands around "shows me differently. What seems to be the problem?" It was such a male answer. All he needed to do was walk around in his boxer briefs and it was enough for women all ages to go weak at the knees. Me on the other hand, I needed divine intervention.

"I only have old jeans and holey shirts. I don't own a dress… not a skirt or even a fucking denim one. All my panties are cotton and are basically thread bare and my bras are deemed old lady! Look I'm bursting out of them." My eyes began to blur over.

"Ahh yeah Baby Girl I can see." Christian blushed.

"Oh God. What the fuck is wrong with me!" I grabbed my pillow and tried to suffocate my self, giving the odd scream of horror and obvious mortification in front of this God.

Christian sat next to me and removed the pillow I was clenching and placed his hands in mine. "You want more clothes? Although to tell you the truth what you have on right now is fucking sexy!" I could hear the groan escape his mouth.

He thinks I'm sexy?

"Chris…" I took a much needed deep breath, "Christian I want something nice I can wear on our date that you will want to tear off me with your mouth." I whispered, feeling extremely embarrassed.

"Fuck the date!" Christian quickly stood up, leaving me alone on the bed.

"Christian you can never back out on a date, especially after this afternoon when we—"

Before I could think what he was doing, he turned the latch on my bedroom door and suddenly there was this gorgeous man standing in between my legs at the edge of my bed.

"Get up." He held out his hand which I grabbed and was instantly pulled to my feet. His fingers went to my chin, forcing me to look directly into his stormy grey eyes. "Have I ever thought any different of you."

I couldn't help but bite my lower lip and I shake my head. He has always told me the truth. Maybe he has kept things from me for a reason, but he has never lied to my face.

"Then listen Anastasia, because I don't want to keep repeating myself okay?" I nodded, mesmerized by the beauty of his face. "I will never lie to you. You are the sexiest woman I have ever met. You don't need more than a pair of ripped jeans, faded shirt and thin bare underwear… bursting at the seams." His finger traced my breasts bulging out of my bra and my face grew red. "This wants me to strip you bare with my teeth. Fuck Ana, you make me hard, just being in the same room. If I smell your perfume—"

"I don't wear perfume. It's soap." I giggled.

"Well that soap is fucking divine. I can't walk straight. I'm almost a three legged freak Ana." My breath hitched, and my mouth dropped open.

"Ever since I met you all those years ago, nobody else has come close to the way I feel about you. I mean it… I knew you were special."

Is it possible to forget the ability to breath because I swear it was happening. All my brain power focused on the pulse between my legs and the heat over my face. I'll cherish this moment forever.

"If you want those things… clothes, makeup, jewellery… shit then we will get them. Tonight, tomorrow whenever the fuck you want. But don't think you need to do that for me, only get them because you want them, Ana… because I want you more now standing there in just your underwear than I ever would in some tight dress and lacy lingerie."

"Wwwhhhat?" I stumbled on the word, "You can't possibly mean that?"

"I'm serious Ana." He traced his fingers along the elastic of my boy shorts, making my head spin craving more of his touch. "So what do you want, Ana? For this to work we need to communicate."

My mouth only opened with a heavy breath escaping my lips.

"Do you want me to take you shopping?" He hooked his mouth with a cheeky grin.

"Please." I hummed. "Fuck the date exactly…I just want the kiss goodnight and possibly you showing me your talents using those teeth of yours."

He grinned and predatorily biting his teeth together, causing me to shiver deliciously. "I think I can accommodate this request." and Christian continued to chomp his teeth together humming on my neck.

…..

Our first night together had nothing on last night or even our impromptu romp on the shore of Lake Tahoe. Maybe it was because I didn't have to feel guilty for taking advantage of the guy, or having to hide how I really felt about him. It's embedded in my mind the the sound of him groaning out my name as he came and afterwards the hours of meaningless conversations in his arms until dawn broke.

Waking up to him pressed up against me in all our naked glory is a magical feeling. One hand cupping my full breast and the other laying protectively over where our daughter grew. It was the perfect way to rise and I wanted this for the rest of my days. Forever.

A kiss on my lips truly woke me from my daze "Morning, Ana." He breathed into my mouth. "Sleep well?" He smirked.

"It would have to be the best night's sleep I've ever had. You need to be with me more often." I stretched out on the large bed.

"I would need to agree with you. One of the best." And he pecked my lips once again.

"Really… only one of the best?" I wasn't exactly thrilled about his answer.

"Yep." He popped the p and smiled showing his teeth.

My blue eyes narrowed. "So what were the other ones?" I was worried, I don't want him to say about a groupie, Lizzie or random chick. I don't want our special moment ruined.

"Oh, let me see." He sat up, putting his finger on his chin. It was hard to concentrate with his naked body for my eyes to see. "Well a few weeks ago when you crawled beside me on the bus. Oh the times you helped me sleep over the years when I was stressed. Then there was the time, you couldn't sleep during a storm and spent the night in my hotel room." He shrugged and his brows rose. "Some how they are all linked. You Baby Girl sleeping in my arms."

Okay well, that reassure my doubts. "I don't know why I keep you around sometimes mister." I pushed him back down on the bed. Those thick ebony eyelashes fluttered at me and I was transfixed for a moment with the sheer sexiness of his appearance.

"Let's grab a shower." He held me kissing my forehead, "Oh and I'm fucking starving!"At the suggestion of getting up and eating, my stomach grumbled. Christian grinned down at me.

"Starving for what exactly." He pushed me down onto the bed, parted my legs with his knee, pushing his hard cock into my sex.

Christian pushed onto my clit and the pressure was making me buck my hips. "I'm craving for you. But I know someone has other ideas."

Suddenly a flood of flutters hit my belly and I knew it was my special package growing inside of me.

"Ana, are you ok? You've gone all still on me. Even though this position of your hips is amazing." He smirked.

"No it was her moving again."

"You can feel her?" His hand went straight to my lower belly. I couldn't stop smiling waiting for his reaction. "I don't feel anything? What… her. We're having a—"

"Yes Chris, we are having a little girl." We both kissed and there on cue my stomach grumbled. "Cheese?" He laughed into my chest.

"I'm going to hate cheese when this is all over."

"Probably." He kissed me, quick and hard, but no less potently. "Now get that sexy ass up so we can bathe and I can feed my two Baby Girls." Christian winked.

"Cheese." I groaned and my mouth started to water. I felt a tad guilty it was for the diary product, rather than the rocker sex god in front of me.

AN:

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