Disclaimer: All characters belong to E.L James
Dearly beloved guest: We are gathered here today to celebrate this thing called relationships. What relationship does not have drama? From the very beginning I explained these two were going to go through some rough patches. First yes with the club, their families, and with one another. Remember they are still getting to know one another. How would your reaction be if you walked into your man getting a live sex show? How many of the same old arguments have you had with your partner? With that being said, that will somewhat be the end of "their" arguments, (for now) or their back and forth as you have stated. But that doesn't mean drama isn't lurking. Will they be able to withstand it?
No, I am not running out of ideas. I know exactly where this story is going. And that chapter was already written in my book. I will try my best to speed it up though.
Thank you to everyone else for still reading and for your lovely comments.
Now on with the story….
Date: August 3rd. 2012
Christian got an earful when he had called his father the next day when he and Ana made a pit stop at Knott Rd. Carrick just learning that "his son, V.P of the fucking club" was heading to California without his or anyone else's acknowledgement. Grace was beyond herself, Carrick had informed him, and Christian could only imagine the shit he was going to go through when he got back to Oregon. Yeah, the club was suppose to take a vote. Yeah, he fucked up not letting them know. But he couldn't let Ana leave, not alone. When he saw her crying, still dressed in the same scrubs from earlier that day, saw the hurt, the despair, how broken she looked, he knew this MC would take a toll on her one way or another or maybe even lose her altogether. He could not let that happen. It's why he never wanted a relationship, especially with someone outside of the club and ironically his enemy's daughter. Funny how things happen. Life has a way of kicking you in the fucking nuts.
If he'd let her Ana go by herself, most likely he'd lose her, she might have never come back. He got scared, big fucking deal, I'm a man. But I'm a man able to admit that shit. I love having her around. She keeps me at peace, at ease, she keeps me grounded, exactly what an old lady suppose to do. Maybe it's better she's not from the club life, maybe there's the attraction. She's apart from what I know. Apart from the everyday life I'm used to living. She's different. So, fuck yes, I got worried when she said she wanted to get away. I know she deserves better than this shit, this drama that keeps unfolding in our direction. Sadly she's the one taking all the fucking hits. From me, from my family, the club, and now her own fucking father. She needs this getaway, we need this getaway. My dad would just have to deal with it. And that was exactly what he had told Carrick, "handle it till I get back in two weeks". What the club had planned for him when he got back, was beyond him. You just don't walk out of the brothers. There are rules to follow, one's he has broken, for her. Elliots right, I am pussy whipped. But I'll gladly receive whatever punishment they might have, I could not let her get away.
Pops lost Carla because she didn't want to be second place. I don't want Ana to feel like that shit either. Ana should always be first. Carla didn't give a fuck about her and Ray, well, Ray cared about Ray. It's still a bit hard to try to make her feel like she's not leftovers, where rules were drilled into you since childhood. It's the only way I know how, but I need to learn how to make and give her top priority without taking hits from the club. I would just have to make them understand but still play the paper of V.P. If they want to say I have gone soft, let em'. I could care less of what they fucking think when their own damn relationships are shit. But I want to be the man she needs me to be and still be the man the club wants me to be. I need to sorta find balance.
Christian shook Ana from her sleep, where she laid in his arms. They had stopped and mozzie up at a hotel the night before somewhere at Interstate 80, East of Reno. This trip would had taken ten hours from Oregon, on bike is a good eight hours. In about two more hours they would be in California. They made a couple of stops along the way to gas up and eat and stretch. Made a stop at US 97 South of San Francisco and got a room at a motel and slept. That night, their first stop, Ana had been quiet. He gave her the space she needed and didn't pry or nudge, he even let her shower alone. But he snuggled her up in his arms when they were lying down, he played with her hair waiting till she dozed off and he would caught some z's of his own.
"Babe" Christian softly whispered in her ear, gently shaking her shoulders. Planting feathery kisses on her ear, on the side of her neck and jaw "Babe" he tried again
"Hm" Ana stirred in her sleep, her eyes dropping and opening lazily "I'm feel so tired, completely drained" Ana complained, her voice full of sleep and gibberish. Christian smiled beside her "You're tired? I was the one that rode us all the way here" he teased. He felt her tense in his arms. "I didn't ask you to do that"
"Were you going to ride us then? Which reminds me while we're up in Cali, I should teach you how to ride" he said trying to change the conversation, it didn't help.
"Christian, I meant I didn't ask you to come with me. I needed space from everything and you bulldozed your way-"
"We need to get on the road" he interrupted not wanting to hear she didn't want him there.
"Did you listen to anything I just said"
"I fucking listened" he grimaced, his head falling back on the pillow, running his hands up and down on his face. "You just said you didn't want me here. Excuse the fuck outta me for not wanting you to go alone, for not letting you go while you fucking ran. What did you expect I should have done, sit the fuck around till you had decided to come back to Bloomings? Till you decide I'm good enough to come back to"
"This isn't about you" She yelled leaping from the bed
Christian sat up, crossing his arms over his naked chest, his muscles bulging and flexing with his intricately colored tats, his eyes piercing right through her, his jaw locked. The blanket from the motel bed sliding from his chest, covering his bottom half. He been commando since their last stop, tossing his briefs aside, since he didn't pack anything, all he had on him was his wallet. Ana at least had a small duffle bag.
Ana eyed him from the edge of the bed, she could see he was pissed and was trying to reign it in, his grays holding her blues captive. "Enlighten me then, what is this all about? You got into a fight with Helena, because of me. You're pissed at your dad for kicking you out. I'm guessing that was because of me too" his voice rising an octave, caving in to his emotions "My damn house had been ransacked, like I had a fuck fest. And you walked in a porn show while I stood there. Again Ana how the fuck is this not about me?"
"We should get going"
"Running again?" he pushed. They were getting to the bottom of this, whether she liked it or not. He gave her enough space, now they needed to hash this out.
"No" she simply said her shoulders rounding, her chin lifting in defiance. His firecracker was ready to blow.
"So let's talk. What is this about then? You were moving in with me but you showed up at Elena's porn studio and then out of the blue you wanted to run off to California"
"I'm just trying to spare your feelings"
In the most quickest way, Christian swung his legs off the bed, storming right toward her, standing butt as naked right in front of Ana "Fuck my feelings. You want to scream at me, go ahead. You want to hit me, take a shot Ana, but for fuck's sake, say what you feel, don't hold back baby. Not for me not for anyone. Let it off your chest'
Ana swallowed down the lump in her throat, while Christian whispered encouraging words "Say it. Do it babe"
"I just wanted to be alone. Try to think straight and with a clear head. Everything has fallen on top of my shoulders. Ray kicked me out cause I wouldn't follow his rules. Helena and your fucking mom ganging up on me in front of my work place. I can't take it anymore, it's too much. I just moved here, all I wanted was to make some friends and get my future on the road, make something of myself. But shit" she yelled her arms flailing all over the place "I've been in a brawl, I've been handcuffed, I've been ridiculed. Everyday, every fucking day it's always something and I'm tired Christian, so so tired of trying to fit, trying to make the best for everyone and I just keep getting pushed to the side, pushed to the limit. I needed you that night when Ray kicked me out and you were nowhere to be found. Where was my boyfriend? He was in a damn porn studio. Again I was pushed to the side while you did what you had to do, that's not your fault. But every time someone needs Ana, Ana's there. Me, I just feel so alone sometimes even though I'm surrounded by people. But this time, this time I needed to leave, my sanity was running thin"
"Look at me" he growled, her eyes shot up towards his, her breathing accelerated. "When someone pushes you. You. Push. Back. Helena got her ass whipped, deservingly. I will talk to my mom about that ruthless shit, she's trying to run. Your dad's a dick that can't see past the past not even for his daughter. His lose babygirl. But you can't bottle that shit up and leave. We're a fucking team. You and me. I'm sorry about the porn studio. I'm not interested in those pussy, I was just shooting the shit with the boys after dropping off merchandise. If I knew what was going on I would've dropped everything. Boys were making fun of me cause I kept looking at my cell, waiting on you to call. I had no idea what was happening babe" he stared at her with love and guilt from what happened. "Let me ask you this, do you regret me, our relationship?"
"No" she answered quickly and truthfully because she didn't regret them at all "You just come with a lot of baggage"
"How bout I up load some of that on me, yeah? But you gotta talk to me. Promise me, you're not going to hold shit back"
"I promise"
"Good" he head dropped, leaning in and planting a quick kiss to her delicious lips " We need to get on the road again"
Christian parked at Charming California where Ana use to live. It was a small building with just four floors. A building looked old but there were some new woodwork and painting like if someone was remodeling. After he took Ana's small duffle bag, they entered the building.
Ana hit the button for the elevator. Waiting for its arrival. "What? My legs hurt for being opened for two hours" she told him when Christian raised his eyebrows looking at the staircase and then back to Ana. "Lazy" he chuckled leading her inside the elevator when the doors ping and slid opened.
When they reached the fourth floor, getting out the elevator they walked down a hallway then stopped in front of a steel door. Ana knocked and waited. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard no noises. She tried knocking again. "I need to get my keys from Franny" Christian nodded as they walked in silent down the same hall they came from past the elevators.
"She's a force to be reckon with" Ana smiled when they stopped at another steel door, knocking. They heard footsteps then a loud voice behind the door.
"Is that… Is that my bananas out here pounding on that door?" A older looking black woman, with salt and pepper hair, kind brown eyes, pulls open the door. "Well, don't just stand there. Come here and give ol' Franny some potassium, suga" Ana embraces Franny as they hug, swinging and smiling from side to side. Pulling back Franny eyes Christian "Who you?"
"Franny this is Christian Grey, my boyfriend"
"Boyfriend?" Franny asked in shock, hand falling to her hip. "Last I heard you were a virgin. Still you of those?" Franny quizzed then frowned her eyes raking from Ana to Christian then to Ana again.
"Girl, now why is your lip busted and your jaw bruised. This you?" she stared at Christian, her eyebrows cocked, head tilted to the side, that arm that was at her hip, was no fisted, and swung back, ready to pounce.
"No ma'am. Banana got herself in a fight" Christian laugh, turning into a yelp, he jumped "Ouch" slapping Ana's hand away from his chest, when she pinched his nipple.
"Did you win? How the other one look?" Franny instigated
"She kicked ass" Christian announced proudly. Yup. He was a proud fucker. Didn't have to teach her how to defend herself. Should have known Ana was a killer, first time he saw her swinging that bat. Trying to protect us, him, she got herself involved in a brawl, his little firecracker. Was he upset about Helena? Hells no. Bitch deserved it. What he was upset about was Carrick not kicking her out now forgetting about his loyalty to Elena's husband. Helena crossed the line and dad knows this, Grace too. Yeah, he asked who started it, not that he cared but the club did and would have asked just like his dad did. For reasons of loyalty to Elena.
Now Grace and Helena are working together, gotta find out who's plan it was to plant that I supposedly cheated on Ana. Sounds like something Ray would do. But where would he get women's clothing? Has to be Helena. I would know once I go home and see the clothes. You can smell crow eaters from a town away, Christian thought to himself.
"Taught you well then" Mrs Francis chuckled patting Ana on her back bringing Christian out of his thoughts.
"Well, come on in. Come on. We not shooting the shit out in the hall. I got some whiskey on the table. I'll make some sandwiches, so the dough could absorb the liquor" Mrs. Francis winked.
As they got comfortable in the kitchen, sitting down at the dining table. Franny poured three shots and set them on the table, turning towards her fridge, taking out cold cuts and started on making them sandwiches.
"Boy, whatchu waiting for?" Franny asked slicing up bread "Light that green up"
"Excuse me?" Christian grinned his eyebrows furrowed. Did she just say light some bud up?
"I know you're holding" Franny said over her shoulders "I could smell it on that leather of yours. Light it up and let's get tore up. Been awhile for me"
"By awhile you mean?…" Ana smiled
"Yesterday bananas" Franny laughed. Christian pulled out his cigarette box from his cut pocket, pulling out his joint and lighter, holding back a laugh he lighted up. He liked Franny, straight shooter, smoked bud, drank whiskey and loved Ana.
"So where's mom. I knocked and no answer?"
"Carla moved out awhiles back. Comes here to pick up her mail from time to time, sometimes I give her the keys so she could sleep in when she finds herself locked out from wherever she staying. She skinny and frail looking. I think she on drugs. No. Scratch that. I know she on drugs".
"Moms on drugs?"
"Fraid so, bananas. She sniffing that powder. Got with some motorcycle gang"
Christian and Franny smoked and drank. They joked around sitting by the table and told stories. Ana's cheeks hurt from laughing so hard, even Christian looked in peace.
After Franny served them some roasted chicken, mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables, they sat in the living room eating dessert, apple pie with vanilla ice cream while Franny spoke about her days as a nurse in the army, stories of when she met Ana and her growing up and even showed Christain some pictures of a young Ana. Weirdly, it was a neighbor talking about her as her own, and not her mom. After that they said their goodbyes when Franny straight out kicked them out, telling them "I'm off to bed, you kids go get some rest" They went down the hall and into Carla's apartment.
They were so tired from the trip and from Fanny's delicious home cooked meal, they just showered and fell in deep sleep together with their stomach full and their hearts in peace.
August, 4th, 2012
"Why are you dressed?" Christian groaned, rubbing his eyes from sleep seeing Ana standing, already dressed in jeans, red tank top and white flip flops. Her hair up in a messy bun. "I'm getting some breakfast. Didn't want to wake you"
"I'll go with. Let me get dressed and brush my teeth"
"Did you bring a toothbrush brush?" Ana asked ignoring his nakedness as he stood, passing her by, making his way towards the bathroom. Ana followed his beautiful naked toned ass.
"No. I'll use yours then we can get some new ones at a drug store. Ana nodded taking her eyes of his butt, turned and headed to the living room to wait for him. She wanted him, needed him but with all that mornimg wood, Christian had made no attempt at her. Taking her cell phone out of her purse she had no missed calls just a couple of smiling emoji messages from Mia. Smiling she tossed her phone back into her purse.
"Ready?" he asked leaning by the door frame wearing the same tee and jeans.
"You need to go shopping. We have eleven more days here"
"Later today we will. I had to use some of your girly deodorant, hope that's okay?"
"As long as you smell shower fresh, its alright. We will buy some manly ones as well. Let's go I need some caffeine in my system" she said grabbing her purse.
"Do you really need that big thing? I'd buy whatever we need babe. That shit takes a seat of its own, as big as it is" he joked taking Ana's hand in his, releasing her bag, throwing it on the couch and leading her out the door.
After a omelet, bacon and hash browns and lots of coffee, and a cup of orange juice, they shopped across the street at a nearby pharmacy for their necessities.
Going back to the building, waiting for the elevator Ana giggled and made fun of Christian and his usage of girly deodorant. "If the boys could smell you now" she laughed. He smiled back loving the laid back look and the way her laughter filled his heart. The elevator then ping coming to a stop, the door sliding open. A skinny woman holding a box walking out.
"Mom?" Ana asked when she noticed that same auburn hair as hers.
"Anastasia that you?" Carla asked dropping the box in front of hair, not making any moves towards her daughter.
"Hi mom" Ana smiled and waved at the woman who gave birth to her. Same hair color, same blue eyes but thats as far as their likes went. Taking in her mom, Ana noticed the wrinkles, her frailness, she aged tons and lost lots of weight. Her skinny jeans looked big and loose on her.
"Carla" her mom corrected bringing Ana's attention back up to her mom.
"Huh?"
"Call me Carla, Anastasia. I still think I look to young to have any kids"
"Two kids" Christian butted in, repulsed by this lady was acting towards her daughter "you have two kids and you sure as hell do pass for a mom and a junkie. I feel sadden that my girl and my brother Jason have you as their mother but glad that it's someone else that loves them" Carla's eyes widen, as if she just got kicked at some imaginary balls as did Ana. Fuck. I didn't want her to find out like this. But truths out and what better way to confront it, in front of this deadbeat mom.
"Jason's my brother? Oh God. I think I'm gonna be sick"
"Yeah. He wasn't my pick neither" Christian teased
"He saw my tits" Ana whispered to herself in shock
"Oh. You're Carricks kid?" Carla interrupted "Why didn't you say so? You look more like that twat Grace"
Christians jaw ticked, his body frigid. Grace could be a pain the ass but that was still his mother. He wasn't about to let this woman that didn't even raise her own kids talk shit about the mother and the woman that was raising one of Carla's. Seeing the betrayal of his pops daily, reminding her that Grace was not the first love of Carrick Grey "I suggest you watch your mouth"
"Ha. You sound just like your father. Anastasia it seems the apple doesn't fall far from the tree huh? Bike clubs and all. A little advice maybe a bit late" Carla looked at them up and down in disdain, continuing "don't get knocked up by one of them. Use them for the sex, but settle for a rich man"
"Wow, you're a real bitch" Christian seethed, stepping closer to Carla.
"I'm not pregnant" Ana replied grabbing Christian by his elbow pulling him back.
"Yet" Carla implied" I could see my life replaying in you. Almost a pity" Carla tsked
"No, mom... I mean Carla. I'm working at a clinic now and soon I'm going to college in New York" Why am I telling her all this, like I'm still looking for her approval.
"You're going to New York?" Christian turned around quickly doing a 180, his eyebrows shooting so far up to his hairline, Ana couldn't see them anymore.
Oops. Shit. Carla's appearance just has secrets flying out, like bats locked up in a closet.
"I was going to tell you" Ana whispered, biting her bottom lip.
"When?"
"When what?" Ana asked.
"When did you find out? When were you going to tell me?"
"Oh. This is getting good but I have to run. Got some people to meet. Anastasia got any cash on you, I'm starving"
"Food or blow?"
"Fuck you, you gray eyed bastard. I was asking my daughter"
"You told her not to call you mom, now she's your daughter" Christian scoffed. "This woman is unfuckingbelievable".
"Mom, I could buy you something to eat or bring you some food from Franny"
"You always loved her more than me, fuck that raggedy ass bitch. Think she better than me. I don't want you to buy me food. I need the money"
Reaching in her back pocket Ana pulled out a twenty and handed it over to her mom, well Carla.
"Got anything larger?"
"I swear I have never hit a woman, but for you I would reconsider and go to prison gladly" Christian growled
"It was nice shooting the breeze, gotta go kids" Carla said ignoring Christian's threat. And just like that the woman that gave birth to his brother and his girl, walked out the door. No kiss goodbye, no hugs, no fucks.
Ana looked up at Christian, no look, no eyes that said anything except see 'what I was telling you'. He grabbed her, pulling her into him, tightening his arms around her waist, his head laying down on her head, her head laid on his chest.
"What do you say we take a bit of attraction today and then go out for dinner?" This week is about you and me and you" he said kissing the top her head, his voice soft.
"I like that" Ana responded in the same manner.
Pulling apart, joining their fingers together they headed upstairs hand in hand, to what use to be Carla's apartment. Getting ready to go stroll around Cali, Christian again left Ana alone and left her do her thing, even though his balls and his cock were conspiring to do major damage to his brain.. He needed to sink inside her, feel her walls clench around him, slide into her wet pretty pussy, make the world stop, his heart, his thoughts, Fuck, stop thinking. Stop thinking. He groaned squeezing his cock in his denim clad jeans. He needed to go shopping. He needed to buy some new underwears. He need to stop thinking about fucking Ana.
"Have you seen my purse?" Ana asked coming out of the bedroom wearing a pair of red and black checkered shorts and a black tank top with a the same pair of white flip flops she had on earlier. Fuck that's not helping, she looks delectable.
"Why are you looking at me like that… in pain"
"I promise myself to be a gentleman and give you space, what a fucking mistake. I want to pound the ever loving shit outta you right now babe" he huff running his hand through his hair "I threw it on the couch, maybe Fran came in"
"Most likely, I'll go check and you go shower"
"Alright" he groaned standing up from the couch, still looking at Ana like if she was his favorite meal. She was. Heading to the bathroom he stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulders when Ana called out his name.
"Don't go jerking off in there" she chuckled "your orgasms belong to me"
"You're killing me babe" He whined making a beeline towards her.
"Shoo, you big perverted baby" she laughed swatting his hands, leaving him pouting with a hard on.
When Christian left to shower Ana went across the hall to Franny's apartment, knocked and waited for Fran to open. Ana knew she was home because she could hear Sam Cooke 'A change is Gonna Come' blaring through the door. Ana knocked again harder this time till she heard the sound of the music go low. Franny opened the door with a handkerchief around her hair and a broom in her hand.
"Hey Suga"
"Franny did I leave my purse here?"
"No, suga, I saw you leave with it last night. I was just cleaning up and didn't see anything. Your mother was there earlier you know, did you see her?"
"She stole my purse" Ana said with conviction "it must have been what was in that box she was holding"
"No good can come from that woman. Stealing from her own daughter. Know that drugs will do that to you but still she hasn't seen you in months heck maybe even years even though Ya'lls lived together and all. How was seeing her again?"
Ana went into detail with Franny what happened with Carla. Telling her how Christian really didn't like her and how Carla didn't like to be called mom. Franny listened and gripped the broom she was holding, her other hand going to her hip, she 'mmhmm and oh shit'. Stopping their conversation they both turned their heads, when they heard footsteps coming down the hall. Even though Christian had on the same pair of jeans and T-shirt he still stole her breath away. Thinking about what he had just told her about pounding into her, Ana could feel her cheeks turning red. As if knowing what she was thinking, he smirked and licked his lips slowly.
"Ready?" he whispered in her ear, wrapping one hand around her waist, pulling her back to his front "Hey Fran, Sam Cooke, nice" he said looking up to Fran, laughing she answered him "boy if I was younger, Mmm, mm, mm, your girl here would have some competition on her hands"
"I already do" Ana flinched
"Them hussies don't got shit on you. I in the other hand… well… maybe" Fran laughed again "Got some grub cooking"
"Thanks Fran but I'm taking my girl out today"
"Good Call handsome. Sees you kids later, have fun and be safe ya hear?"
"Yes ma'am" Ana and Christian replied in unison
"Mom stole my purse" Ana told him, turning around to face him when Franny closed her door.
"I got you babe"
"That's not the point" she argued
"I know. I'm sorry" and he was. "But today all shits aside, today we just try to enjoy"
"I Knew I liked him. He a keeper girl" Franny yelled from behind the door. They laughed while they walked away hand in hand.
After walking and walking around in California and sitting on a bench by the beach, eating some sundaes they found a little shopping mall, visiting different stores and buying Christian some clothes, plain tees and jeans, socks, briefs. He made a face with anything saying Cali, not wanting to seem like. tourist, although he was one. Some bikers looked and cocked their eyebrows at him, due to his hometown cuts. But thank god, no fights, no beef, no pissing contest.
They decided on pizza for dinner and just took it home with them beat from their touring around. Although tired, Ana could feel the electricity, the space between them filled with sex, arousal in the elevator. His stare was ignited, turned on, she could tell, watching him swallowed deep, jaw clenching, hands gripping the handrail of the elevator. He was trying to hold back but Ana wasn't she made no such promise on being lady like. Charging at him, she put her lips on his, he opened his mouth to her inviting her tongue inside, his hands immediately lifted her up by her ass, her legs wrapping around his waist. The elevator came to a stop at their floor, making their way out but not letting go of one another. Christian walked, carried and kissed Ana while she moaned, grinding her sex on him. When they got to the door, not yet opening he pressed her back onto it. Grinding his cock on her covered pussy, nipping her lips, saying "This is about you Ana. I want your head clear and just taking in the pleasure I need to give you. Taste you. Make you lightheaded. Do not think about how my balls are aching for you right now" he growled
"Seriously?" he chuckled on her lips, biting his lower lip. His eyes hooded "just want to see you smile before I make you moan scream and moan"
"That makes me smile" she whimpered when he pressed his hard cock against her sex again. Christian attempted to open the door fumbling with the keys in his hand, finally in his fourth try he got the door opened. They fell on the floor n a frenzy, hungry like animals.
"Ride my face babe" Christian rasped taking Ana's clothes in a hurry then his.
Feeling expose and a bit shy that her vagina was going to cover his face Christian made the call for her, lifting her by her thighs and seated her on his face. Ana couldn't think or care anymore when he planted a sweet kiss on her pussy then, his tongue started lapping on her clit.
"Oh god" she screamed in ecstasy. Christian slapped her ass. "Move baby. Grind that pussy in my mouth"
Ana did as she was told all shyness gone and replace was a rider an lioness, craving her prey.
"Play with your tities babe" Christian mumbled on her sex, from underneath sending delicious vibrations to her core. Coaxing his fingers with her wetness, Christian started to massage her ass hole, round and round, dipping only a tip of a finger in and out then out and rpund and round, repaeting the process over again with determination. "Fuck" Ana groaned her toes curling, feeling heated. "It's too much" even though she made no attempt to stop "keep going"
Christian sucked and lapped feeling her clit hardening in his mouth. "You're so sexy. I love this pussy. No other pussy better-"
"Shut up" she moaned grabbing a fist ful of his hair, holding him down. Grinding her hips faster, harder on his lips.
"I just want you to feel sexy"
"This. Oooh fuck" her legs tensing around his head, she was close to her reward "this makes me feel sexy. You make me… ohhh" she screamed when he bit her clit in between his teeth, circling his tongue on just her nub, Ana let go, coming and spasming all over his mouth, Christian lapping all of her arousal like a starved man.
Ana slumped down on the floor beside him, content and spent. Feeling his arms around her, she grumbled "I'll do you in a bit..just..just..give me a minute".
"Baby call me a fucked up adolescent, but I came just eating you" he said taking her hand in his, bringing it down to his cum coated cock "when you pulled my hair, took control and let yourself go, I couldn't hold on any longer"
"Baby you are too good" she answered snuggling her back to his front, laying in his embrace.
"Mm, baby I like that" he said tightening his hold around her waist, with a huge ass grin she couldn't see.
"You mad about New York?" Ana whispered
"No baby, I'm not mad, I'm pissed you didn't tell me sooner" taking in his tone, Ana turned around in his arms to face him. Great an orgasm for an argument, she thought. "What's the difference?"
"Difference is I'm in Oregon and you would be in New fucking York. I can't leave the club" he whispered that last part more to himself but Ana heard him. Can I really let her go? Thousands and thousands of miles from me?Shit, I couldn't even let her leave to California for two weeks, imagine two months, he thought to himself.
"I didn't ask you to. We could do the whole long distance relationship if you want to and on holidays I'll be coming home to you"
He smiled that boyish shy smile Ana loved so much "home to me?"
"Yeah. We're living together now. And not because Ray kicked me out"
"I know baby, and I don't care for the reason. I just want you with me, wearing my patch. Everybody knowing you belong to me, Grey"
"So you're actually okay with all this? Wow this was easier than I thought"
"I don't know why you'd think it was going to be hard for you to tell me. I understand you have dreams babe, somehow I knew it was bound to happen"
"I love you, you're the bestest, harshest boyfriend a girl could ever have"
"Fuck that boyfriend shit, I'm your man" he said taking a pause in thought, frowning in concentration, looking a bit worried from what he was about to say, breathing in deeply like he just made up his mind, Christian said "I hope the club takes the news as good as I took it"
"What do you mean?" she asked tilting her head to the side.
"Baby, we're going to New York"
"What? How?" Ana shrieked surprised at this news, sitting up rapidly, Christian followed as well, sitting beside her grabbing her hand in his, raising them to to his lips, kissing each of her fingers. "We... as in we? As in you and me?"
"We'll fly or ride" he shrugged like it was nothing and like that was the answers to her question.
"I mean the club, your family and friends" she stammered "your job...er.. Whatever it is you do"
"I will tell you in good time what is that I do but I want you to know something extremely important babe, aside from the club and my family" hecsaid staring at her intently
"What?"
"You are very important to me. You're not second place, Ana. Where you go, I go"
A/N : Would y'all like another chapter of Cali or back to reality?