Chapter 26
"Hi Grace." I lean over and kiss my mother-in-law's cheek.
"Mother." Christian hugs his mother and gives her a quick kiss on her cheek.
"Grace we really appreciate you and Carrick taking care of the kids for us." I have Grace on my hip and she is cranky today.
"All of you come in. Come in." Grace bends down and and cups Teddy's face and kisses him on his forehead then she puts her arms out to take Grace.
Carla Grace turns red and frowns and puts her finger in her mouth. The tears begin to flow and the scream is deafening. "Oh, honey. Don't you want to see Grandma Grace?"
Christian is on his last nerve. He is carrying diaper bags, small suitcases, book bags , toys. He is currently on overload. We are trying to deposit our children with their grandparents, so we can get to Portland to celebrate our anniversary. Somehow, right now, it seems to be more trouble than it's worth. Teddy spies Irving the springer spaniel and takes off chasing the dog, who is now barking and streaking through the house with Teddy hot on his heels. Grace is screaming and Christian is about to melt down. We finally make it inside the house and Christian dumps everything he is carrying into a heap in the foyer.
His phone buzzes and he pulls it out to see who is calling. "God bless fucking America." He grumbles. "I can't catch a fucking break today." He presses the button. " Grey... Fuck no!...Do I have to come down there and handle this myself?... just get it done…I've already signed the damn paperwork…..Ros has it…..look check with Ros first before you fucking call me again."
"Christian..." his mother starts.
"Don't even go there mother." Christian holds his hand up to silence his mother.
"I'm sorry Grace. We aren't getting a very pleasant start to this get away."
"I know, Ana. Hopefully things will get better once you are on your way. I wish Christian would try to watch is language more. We didn't raise him to talk like that."
"You might as well give up Grace. That's just Christian and I doubt it will change. I'm sorry Grace is so cranky. She needs a nap. I'm sure she'll perk up after she has rested."
"Ana. Are you ready to go?" Christian asks running his hand through his hair. He is so exasperated.
"Christian, I haven't given your parents the information of where we'll be and what the kids need."
"Ana. They raised 3 children. Mother is a pediatrician. I think they can handle it." Grace continues to scream and won't turn loose of my neck.
"Sweet, girl. Come to Grandma Grace." Grace tries to take her, but she is having none of it.
"Oh, for fuck's sake." Christian takes Grace out of my arms prying her fingers off of my neck and hands her to her grandmother. "Mother everything they need is in one of these bags." He points to the heap of luggage on the floor. "You have our cell numbers. That should be everything. Come on Ana."
I kiss my baby girl and wipe her tears. "You be a good girl. Mommy and Daddy will be back soon and we'll call you." I hate to leave her like this.
Christian leans over and kisses Grace on her cheek and she begins to cry harder. Christian holds up his index finger and points it toward her. "Grace. I mean it." She quiets to some degree.
"Bye Teddy. I holler." He's still running around." Grace, Carrick. Thank you so much. We'll see you Sunday."
"Mom. Dad. Thanks again." Christian says as he points me toward the door.
Christian drags me out the door and we get in the car and head to Portland.
Christian shakes his head and adjusts his seat. "Good God in heaven. I'm not sure it was worth all of this." He takes a deep breath and relaxes a bit.
I look over at him. "And you want another one? "
Christian shrugs. "What's one more in the grand scheme of things?"
Christian takes his phone out of his pocket and throws it on the dash. "That better not fucking ring the rest of the weekend."
We are finally on the interstate and Christian's hair is blowing in the breeze. He has his aviators on, jeans, a black tee shirt and leather slip-ons. His jacket is thrown behind the seat.
I look over at him. "Better?" I ask.
Christian takes my hand. "Much." He flashes me a Christian grin.
"What are we going to do this weekend? Do you have any plans?"
"Fuck."
"What?" I'm sure I have a puzzled look on my face.
"You asked me what I had planned for us to do and I answered you."
"That's it? That's all you want to do?"
"Baby, the kids are taken care of. Ros is in charge at work. We have a beautiful suite waiting on us with room service. I've had it stocked with champagne. And I am so fucking horny I'm about to die. Yes. That's all I have planned."
I glance over at him. "Well, I guess all I needed to pack was a toothbrush."
We hit I5 and head down to Portland. Things have relaxed. Christian has relaxed. It's a beautiful afternoon. I am looking forward to alone time with Christian. We do our best talking in bed. We should have a lot of that this weekend.
Hopefully I can get him to tell me about Ms. Patterson, and just how all that got resolved so quickly. That has been driving me crazy, but I've been afraid to bring it up. It was just all tied up too neatly and quickly to suit me. And I'm dying to know what he and Flynn have been working on, as well. He comes back from those sessions so strung out. I just wonder what is going on. That's going to be a touchy subject though. I'm not sure I'm ready to approach him about that yet.
He seems to have a lot going on at work right now, too. He's buying something, but he won't discuss it. Damn it. I have no idea how to get him to talk to me about work. He seems to think that he is protecting me by not including me. I don't know how to convince him otherwise.
I want to talk to him about Escala. We need to do something with it. Burning it would be fine with me. I do miss it. Christian and I began there. Teddy was conceived there. I'm so torn. Good memories, but then Ms. Patterson came upon the scene and blew it out of the water. I miss the playroom, but I don't think I could ever be comfortable there again. Damn him for messing all of that up.
This ride down is great. I'm so relaxed. Maybe I might approach Christian about me going back to work. Teddy is in school and Grace ….well Grace is not really a baby anymore. I miss it. I envy Kate, being able to do it all. She's an editor at the paper, now. She and Elliott really have a good marriage. Elliott is so unlike Christian. He is always joking and laughing. It looks like he is always in a good mood. Kate says it gets on her nerves after a while.
And Mia. Good Lord. This wedding is driving the entire family batty. You'd think…
"Baby?"
"Huh? What?" I look over at Christian.
"What are you thinking about? You're so quiet." He takes my hand.
"Oh. Nothing and everything. Just enjoying the ride."
"Getting hungry?"
"Not really. Not just yet."
"You?"
"I'm getting there. We aren't too far from Portland. It won't be long now." Christian smiles over at me. "I love you, Baby." Damn he is so fucking hot. I'm getting a little antsy myself.
We finally arrive at the Heathman. Christian tosses the car keys to the valet. "Mr. Grey." He nods at Christian. The bell captain unloads our luggage and we head for the elevator.
"Christian. Aren't we going to check in?" I ask.
"Nope. All taken care of." The elevator arrives and we get on and head up to the Grand Suite. I look over at Christian he is grinning from ear to ear. "I do love this elevator, Mrs. Grey."
"Yes. Something about paperwork, I believe." Christian reaches out and puts his arm around my waist. We finally arrive at our suite. The bell captain brings the luggage in and offers to unpack for us. "No. Thank you. "Christian tells him. "We'll take care of it ourselves." He tries to go over the amenities of the suite and Christian cuts him off. Christian is obviously trying to get rid of him.
"Very good , Mr. Grey." The bell captain leaves us and closes the door. Christian locks the door and puts the latch on.
Christian walks over to me and kisses me. He reaches down and picks me up behind my knees and puts me over his shoulder.
"Christian!" I squeal.
Christian takes me to the bedroom and tosses me on the bed. I can't help but giggle.
Christian looms over me. He is on his knees on the bed at my feet. He pulls his tee shirt off over his head. He looks down at me. "Mrs. Grey. Let the festivities begin."
Christian grabs the hem of my tee shirt and strips it off over my head. He makes quick work of removing my bra. Next he unzips my jeans and grabs each leg by the hem and yanks, pulling them off. I can't help but giggle uncontrollably and squeal every time he removes a piece of clothing. He is peeling me like a banana. Next are my panties. One swift yank and they are flung over on the chair. Clothes are flying everywhere. Christian, makes quick work of getting rid of his jeans and boxers. In one swift move he has parted my thighs, lowered himself and is inside me.
"Oh, My God in heaven. You feel good." Christian bellows. This will be quick, because I can't wait, Baby."
"God, Christian!" I grit my teeth.
"Look at me, Baby." Christian commands me. "You're mine, Ana. Only mine."
"Yes. Only yours." I gasp.
" I'm gonna' make you come so fuckin' hard, Baby." Christian hisses. He is getting faster and harder.
"Christian. I can't wait anymore." I gasp.
"Go ahead, Baby. I want to watch you. I want to see you come."
I arch my back and catch my breath as my body is taken by the carnal spasms. I dig my fingers into Christian's arms as I fall over the edge. Our eyes are locked. Christian gray to Ana blue. Christian makes one final move and the veins in his neck distend and his face is scarlet. He catches his breath and then makes a loud moan and spills everything into me as he collapses on top of me.
We are both out of breath and dripping in sweat. Christian goes to move off and I stop him. "No stay with me. Stay a while longer." I ask him. Christian smiles down at me and kisses me deep and long and wet. Christian jumps with surprise as I have a rogue spasm unexpectedly.
"What was that?"
"A straggler." I smile up at him.
"Ready for a shower, Mrs. Grey." I nod.
Christian gets up and holds out his hand for me. I take it and follow my husband to the bathroom." This looks familiar." I giggle.
Christian turns on the water in the shower and picks me up and carries me into the water. Kissing me. He stands me on my feet and suddenly pins me to the wall. The warm water is washing over us. "Mmmmm. So good." He whispers against my lips. Christian drops to his knees before me and before I can move, I feel his mouth on me.
"Oh, God Christian." I moan. He is sending a current of electricity through my body. He has his hands on my hips and holds me still. I am about to melt into a heap. I fist my hands in his hair. "Christian. God help me." I almost scream as I fall over the edge again. I can feel the warm wet mixture of Christian and me and the undulation of my muscles. Christian continues and just as my orgasm wanes, another set of spasms takes me. I catch my breath. Christian will not relent. I pull his hair and scream. "Baby, please stop. I can't do any more. Please."
He looks up at me and smiles. Out of breath, he stands and grabs my arms with his hands kissing me deeply.
"Christian. What are you trying to do?" I gasp.
"I'm gonna' make you come on every surface in this suit before we head home Sunday."
Oh dear. It's gonna' be a long weekend.
I exit the bedroom in my fluffy white terry rob with a big "H" on the lapel. I am towel drying my hair. Christian is sitting on the sofa reading the paper. He is in jeans and only jeans. I sit on the sofa beside him. "What are we doing for dinner?"
"I'll call room service as soon as you decide what you want. Baby."
"Aren't we going out?" I'm disappointed.
"Nope." Christian's eyes never leave his paper.
"But why?"
"We aren't leaving the hotel room before sunrise Saturday."
"But, Christian. I don't understand. I mean if you want hotel food we could go down to the dining room. Why room service."
Christian puts his paper down. "Because, Mrs. Grey this is my fantasy anniversary. You and me locked in a hotel room. Just the two of us. No kids. No phone. I want to be able to fuck you at the drop of a hat. "
"Oh, my. Mr. Grey. Aren't you the romantic one." I say sarcastically.
"No smart mouth, Mrs. Grey."
"But I thought you liked my smart mouth, Mr. Grey."
Christian glances at me out of the corner of his eye, and smirks at me. "Keep it up."
"What are you going to do about it, Grey?"
"Ana. I'm warning you."
"Do I look scared?"
Christian throws his paper down and lunges at me, but I jump up and move before he can catch me. I run over to the dining table. Christian stands up and stares at me. He narrows his eyes. And slowly begins to walk toward me. I slowly begin to back up. My eyes never leaving his. Christian lunges forward and I retreat just as fast, running to the other side putting the table between us.
"Baby. You're just making it worse.'"
"It won't be worse, if you don't catch me."
"Oh. I'll catch you. Don't worry about that." Christian moves toward me slowly and I move around the table to keep it between us. I realize that he may be backing me into a corner. I bide my time and then make a run for the bedroom. Christian catches the edge of my robe and it pulls off as I make my escape for the bedroom. "
"Well. Well. Well. Mrs. Grey. I do believe you have lost something." Christian holds out my robe to taunt me. He pulls the belt from its loops and holds it in both hands. He begins to slowly wrap the belt around his hands and snapping it tight.
"I'm trying to cover myself with my hands. One arm covering my breasts and one my nether regions. Christian keeps slowly advancing toward me and I keep backing up. I make a break for the living room and Christian leaps over the bed diving at me and he catches me around my waist. We fall to the floor. Christian turns me on my back and he straddles me.
I let out a scream. And I start to giggle. "Christian! No!'
"What do you propose to do now, Mrs. Grey? Seems I have apprehended you."
I begin to try to buck him off. He grabs my hands and clasps them together. I put up a fight, but he is so much stronger than I am.
"Fight all you want. You'll just tire yourself out." He smirks looking down at me.
He holds my wrists together with one hand and ties them together with the belt from the robe. I try to buck him off again. He is so heavy I can't budge him. "Go ahead. Fight all you want, Baby." I'm really trying to fight him off, but it isn't working. Christian bends down to kiss me and I turn my head.
"Oh. It's like that is it? I can fix that. "Instead of kissing me, Christian suddenly grabs one of my breasts in his mouth and sucks hard. I increase my efforts to get him off of me, but to no avail. He sucks hard and nips. Christian sits back up and looks at me.
"Well, Ana. What to do with you now. What? Did I hear you beg me to let you go?"
"No you did not." I say coldly.
"Oh. I thought surely I heard you beg."
Christian reaches up and stretches my arms above my head. He ties the belt to the leg of the dresser, making it impossible for me to move.
"Now I can use both hands." He gives me a sly grin.
Christian sits up and flips me over on my stomach. I begin to kick my legs. "Now. Now. Mrs. Grey. That's not very nice." I feel Christian begin to caress my butt cheeks. Then I feel the sting of a smack.
"Ooowwww." I scream at him.
"I'm sorry. Did that hurt? Let me make it better." Christian kisses my skin where he smacked me. He slides his tongue over my skin. I feel another sharp smack on the other butt cheek.
"Oooowww." I scream again. Again Christian caresses my skin where he struck me. Again he smacks me.
"How many do you think you deserve, Ana?"
"None!" I scream. "Get off!"
"Is there a safe word Ana?"
"Yes."
"What is it?"
"Red."
"I won't stop until I hear 'red'." He smacks me again.
I feel his fingers slide between my legs. "Fighting seems to make you wet, Ana. I like that."
Christian smacks my butt again. "Your skin is such a beautiful shade of pink, Baby." Christian caresses my butt. Again I feel his fingers slip between my legs again. This time he slips them inside and plunges them in over and over again.
Christian smacks me again. "Oooowww. Christian!"
"What is it Ana? What? Did you say you want another?"
"No." I gasp. I'm getting so tired and I so want to give into him. But I won't.
I feel Christian smack my butt again. He continues to work his fingers. I feel him remove his fingers and sit up. He flips me over on my back and sits back down on my legs to restrain me. He is smiling down at me. But it is a wicked smile. I can see him thinking. I am breathing hard, but I stare at him. He sits up and spreads my legs farther apart then sits on them again. He slips his finger in the wetness again and begins to caress. I gasp.
"What? Is that good?" He taunts me. He increases his speed and I try to move. He smacks my hip. Don't move. He continues to increase, harder and faster until I am about to come. I feel my muscles tighten, Christian stops. I gasp and relax.
"Oh. Too bad," Christian pouts.
"Christian when I get out of this, I'm going to kill you." I tell him sternly.
"What's the safe word, Ana?"
"Red. Damn it."
"Good girl."
Christian begins to caress my wetness again. I respond. He stares down at me and intensifies his assault. "You are so wet, Ana Grey." Christian smiles down at me. He continues harder and faster until my belly is heaving.
"Come for me. I want to watch you, baby." Christian whispers. He continues his intense manipulation until I am about to come. "That's right. Come on. Let me see you."
I scream. "Christian!" as I begin to heave and convulse. "My God." Christian keeps up the pace of his fingers and the spasms won't stop. "Christian. You're going to kill me." He stops and in one move he unzips his fly and pushes his jeans down. He parts my legs wider and slips into me.
"Oh, God, Baby." He gasps. He puts his head down and engulfs a breast. He bites and tugs almost to the point of pain, but not quite. He continues to intensify his assault until he stills and releases. Christian falls on me and both try to catch our breath.
Christian moves from me and unties my hands. He takes me in his arms and holds me close.
"Red." I gasp. Christian and I both break out into laughter.
"Are you okay, Baby?" He whispers.
"No. I'm hungry."
"I can do something about that."
He strokes my cheek and slides his thumb across my lips. Still cradling me in his arms and looking down at me. "I love you, Baby." He whispers.
I finish dressing and walk out to the living room. The waiter has just delivered dinner. I've never seen as much food. "What did they do sent the entire kitchen?"
"I wanted you to have a selection. Sit." Christian motions to the dining room table. The waiter has set the table and covered it with food. I sit and start removing the covers from the entrees. "I am famished! I could eat a horse." I muse.
Christian whinnies. He grins over at me.
"Christian you are so bad. You have a one track mind."
We pick and choose and sample all of the food. Crab-Stuffed Filet Mignon, Lobster, Balsamic-Glazed Salmon Fillets, Champagne Shrimp Pasta, Chicken Piccata and everything to go with it. Christian has popped a bottle of Dom Perignon 1966. We drink it like water and I'm getting a little giddy.
We have finally finished the meal and concentrate on our third bottle of champagne. Christian is leaning back in his chair, one leg folded with the ankle resting on his other knee. He has the stem of the champagne glass between his fingers and is swirling the liquid that remains in the glass.
"Mrs. Grey, I do believe you are tipsy." Christian leans over and kisses my nose. "Just a little. Mr. Grey." I smile over at him. "Christian?"
"What, Baby." He responds while he sips the expensive champagne.
I reach over and take his hand. "Christian, do you know just how much I really do love you? It has always scared me how much in love I am with you."
Christian nods. "I know, Baby. Because I feel the same way."
I begin to pout and get teary. I frown and begin to weep.
"Ana. Baby. What's wrong?" Christian comes around and holds me.
"I just love you so much." I hug his neck and sob.
Christian looks at me and chuckles. "Ana, Grey. You're drunk."
I continue to weep. "No." I shake my head.
Christian nods. "Yes. Yes you are." He takes me in his arms. "Come here, Baby." He laughs.
"Stop laughing at me." I sniffle.
"Baby, I'm not laughing at you."
I tune up again. Christian tries to wipe my tears away. I wrap my arms around him and begin to sob. "I just love you so much."
"Well, I guess I'm not getting any more tonight." Christian muses.
Christian picks me up and carries me to the bedroom. And plants me on the bed. He points his finger at me. "Stay."
He goes into the bathroom and starts to run a tub of warm water. He pours the sweet smelling Jasmine wash into the water and clouds of bubbles begin to build. He goes to walk in to the living room. He stops and looks at me. I'm still sniffling. "Don't move. I'll be right back."
Christian returns with two Advil and a glass of water. He hands them to me. "Here. Take these." I do as I am told.
Christian begins to remove my clothing and when he is finished, he removes his and then he picks me up and carries me into the bathroom. He gets into the tub still carrying me and we sink down into the warm clouds of bubbles. He leans back against the end of the tub and pulls me into his lap. He puts his arms around me an holds me close. "Better?" He asks me.
I nod and smile. He kisses my forehead and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Oh, Ana Grey. What shall I do with you?"