Chapter 23 Naughty Girl Part 2
We arrive at Sea-Tac just after one o'clock on Friday afternoon, and I am more than ready to be in Ana's arms. I advise Taylor that Ana and I won't be leaving the penthouse tonight, and he tells me about his plans with Gail. They are going out of town for the night and will return some time Saturday afternoon. He has brought in Reynolds to be on standby in case Ana, and I decide to go out. Not likely.
He takes the freight elevator up, and I wonder what is going on. He usually rides up with me and checks things out from the security room. I input the code, and the elevator makes a speedy ascent to the penthouse.
I get out as the doors open and quickly walk through the foyer in search of my woman. I am ready to ravish her body for the rest of the day and into the night. I want to make up for our time apart. I stop in my tracks when I see her sitting at the breakfast bar wearing a short, silk robe. She stands and slowly walks to meet me.
We meet halfway, and I take her into my arms, holding her tightly against me. "Welcome home, Mr. Grey. How was your flight?" she says as we come together. I pull back and place my hands on either side of her face. I pull her to me as I devour her mouth. My tongue demands entrance in between her lips as she groans into my mouth.
I pull back slightly. "We can talk about my flight later. I want to fuck you right now." I start to walk her backward, but she pulls away from me.
"I have a surprise for you first. Come over here and sit down at the table." She takes my hand and leads me to the dining room table.
"I hope the surprise involves whatever you are hiding under that sexy robe." She looks at me over her shoulder, with a shy grin on her face.
"I guess you will have to wait and see." She shrugs and pulls out the chair for me. I sit down and reach to pull her into my lap, and she sidesteps my hands. Interesting. She is up to something.
"If I do something you don't like, please tell me, and I will stop. Okay?" Ana asks, and my body stiffens.
"Okay," I answer, drawing out the last of the word. Her face shows how nervous she is with what is about to happen.
"I don't want you to be able to touch me while I am doing this. Can you rest your hands on the arms of the chair?" I nod my head and watch her pull two silk scarves out of the robe pockets and tie each of my arms to the chair. I swallow thickly, and she carefully checks to make sure the scarves are not too tight. "Is that okay?" she asks, and I nod my head.
"I know we have been apart longer than normal, and you want to touch me badly right now. I promise it will be worth it in the end." She leans down and places a chaste kiss on my lips. I follow her mouth as it leaves mine, wanting more.
I glance around the room for any clue as to what she is going to do without seeing anything. The chair is not close to the table like it would be if I were eating a meal. She reaches in a pocket of the robe and pulls out the remote for the iPod dock.
I hear the sultry beat start; then Ana opens up her robe to reveal what she has on underneath. I inhale a deep breath to prevent myself from coming on the spot. I have not been able to touch her for almost a week, and I am going crazy. I hope she won't tease me for long. I don't want to embarrass myself by coming in my pants.
I recognize the song, and I grin slightly. I called her something over the phone last night, and she is using it on me now. She takes the robe off completely and lets it slide down her body to the floor. She is wearing a sheer black baby doll negligée with matching panties, and black thigh high hose with black stilettos. She glides over to me in time with the beat of the music and straddles one of my legs. She grinds herself down on my leg, and I can feel the heat of her pussy through my pants. God, I want her so bad right now.
I want to reach out and touch her, but I can't move my arms. I clench my fists as she leans her head back, grabbing her hair with her hands while she grinds against me.
She places her hands over my arms and leans toward my face. I feel her hot breath against my cheek, and it sends chills down my spine. She kisses and bites my neck up to my ear lobe. She nips it and whispers in my ear along with the lyrics of the song, Feeling kinda N-A-S-T-Y I just might take you home with me, Baby the minute I feel your energy, Your vibe has just taken over me.
She gets off of me, and I want her to come back. She walks the short distance to the dining table and leans over it, with her back to me. Her body is moving to the music, and I watch her ass sway back and forth in time with the beat. My dick is impossibly hard against the zipper of my pants, and I wish I could rub it to give it some relief. I have never seen her act like this. I don't know what has gotten into her.
She climbs up onto the table, turning to face me and opening her thighs. I zero in on the prize between her legs and hold my breath. Her panties are crotchless, making my mouth water. Her pussy is glistening with wetness, and I long to taste it. I clench my fists harder as she leans back on her hands, spreading herself out more. She continues to tease me with her body, giving me an image I will never forget. The next time I eat at this table, the only thing on my mind will be the show she is putting on for me right now.
After rising on her knees, her hands go to the bow that ties over her luscious tits. After unraveling it slowly, she leans forward on her hands, causing her breasts to fall out. I lick my lips in anticipation, hoping she will untie my hands. This is pure torture!
Her body continues to tease me, and I have almost reached my limit. I am pretty sure I can pull my hands free, but I want her to untie me first. As if she is reading my mind, she slowly climbs off the table and walks toward me. She straddles my lap, and I grind my erection up into her.
She grins and reaches out for my hands, undoing each scarf slowly. Once my hands are free, I wrap one around the back of her neck and the other around her waist, pulling her closer to me. The song is still playing as I pull her mouth to mine. I know you want my body, Tonight I'll be your naughty girl.
I've had enough of the teasing, so I stand with her still on my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Ana. That little tease show you put on didn't help ease how much I want you right now."
I lay her on top of the table, then unzip my pants. "This is going to be quick, baby." I don't have to see if she is ready for me because I had visual confirmation a few moments ago. I line myself up with her and drive into her with one quick motion.
"Yes!" she screams as I piston my hips back and forth. I have missed her all week, and her earlier attempt at seducing me heightened my arousal. "Harder, Christian!" I reach down and wrap my hand around her throat, but not tight enough to cut off her air. Her legs tighten around me as I bury my dick deep inside her over and over.
I can feel her vaginal walls start to flutter, and my balls start to tingle. "Come on, Ana." I slide my hand down to one of her breasts and roll the nipple in between my fingers. "Give it to me. Let me feel you come all over my dick." I'm not sure if it's the dirty talk or me playing with her breasts, but I feel her walls tighten as she comes.
Ana starts shouting my name over and over again. I am sure the entire city of Seattle can hear her, but I could care less right now. The whole week of stressful takeovers and not being able to see her leaves my body as I come shouting her name. I feel Ana's orgasm continuing as mine starts to dissipate.
I lean down and kiss her lips softly. I use my thumbs to wipe the tears that are leaking from her eyes. "It's okay, baby." I continue to kiss her lips, eyes, both cheeks, and come back to her lips.
"I'm sorry to cry, but I missed you so much. I don't like being away from you for that long. I'm glad the season is almost over. The next time you go out of town for an extended trip, I'm going with you." I chuckle and nod my head.
"I couldn't agree more. Come on, let's continue this in the bedroom." I pull myself up and off of her, but I don't let go. She reaches up, wrapping her arms around my neck, and I carry her into our bedroom. We spend the rest of the night making up for the lost time.
Ana POV
I wake up on Saturday morning, wrapped up in the best possible way. Christian has his arms and legs around me like a vine. I can feel his soft breaths against my neck and his heart beating in time with mine.
Unable to move, I lay there thinking back to last night, and what a relief it was that he didn't panic when I tied his wrists to the chair. I was worried he wouldn't let me do it. I should do it more often. I chuckle to myself.
"What is so funny?" his voice vibrates against my neck, and I lean back into him further.
"Nothing. I was thinking back to last night and how hot things were in the dining room. Are you okay with what I did?" I rub my fingers back and forth on his arm as he kisses my neck. I can feel his morning erection poking me in the back.
"I am more than okay with it. I thought the fucking I gave you on the table proved that." He loosens his grip on me, and I turn over to face him.
"I was worried about restraining your hands. I have been reading about how having limited contact during sexual stimulation heightens the orgasm. Is that right?" I run my fingers through the light spray of Christian's chest hair. I look up at him through my eyelashes, and his eyes are dark with desire.
"Ana, do you remember how you felt when I tied you up?" I nod my head, and he continues. "I felt the overwhelming need to fuck you, and I wasn't concerned about my hands. I wanted to reach out and touch you numerous times, especially when I saw how wet you were."
Christian rolls me over onto my back and rests his hips in between my open legs. His hardness is rubbing against my sex, starting the fire down below. "Just thinking about last night is making me hard. I was pretty insatiable last night. Are sore this morning?" I shake my head, no.
"No, I feel good," I say as I grab onto his butt cheeks and press him further into me. "I want to feel you again." We spend the rest of the morning having our way with each other.
After a shower and a late breakfast, we are sitting on the couch watching a movie. I grab the remote and pause it. "Can we talk for a minute?" I ask and turn toward Christian.
"Sure, baby. What is on your mind." He pulls me into his lap, and I go into my plan for starting a non-profit foundation for the Seattle area. I tell him about the conversation with Grace this past week, and what she will do to help me.
"It sounds like you and my mother have already made plans. What did you need to talk to me about? You know I will support you no matter what you do." He tucks a stray hair behind my ear and kisses my lips softly.
"I know you will, and I appreciate it. You have more experience with charity work, and I guess I am looking for some guidance. I know there is a need for it. Do you think what I want to do will have longevity? I have plenty of money, but I am sure I will need donors to help in the future."
"Why don't we discuss everything on Thanksgiving? The entire family will be there, and we can bounce ideas off each other. How does that sound?" I nod my head in agreement. "Besides, the money will never be an issue for us, Ana. I have more money than I could ever spend."
"I know. Thank you for your willingness to help. I love you." We kiss again, but before it can deepen, I hear a throat clearing.
"Taylor? What are you doing back? I didn't think you were returning until later today?" Christian keeps looking at me while waiting for a response from Taylor.
"Gail and I decided to come back this morning. She has some things to do in preparation for Thanksgiving day. Your brother and Miss Kavanagh are requesting to come in. He tried both of your phones with no response. Do you want to allow them to come in?" Christian grins at me.
"Tell them we are not accepting visitors right now. I will call him later." I start laughing.
"You know that will not work, Christian."
"I don't care. I haven't seen you all week, and I want to spend as much time with you as possible. What could Elliott want right now that can't wait until later?" I shrug my shoulders.
"Maybe you should call him instead." I move to get off his lap, and he tightens his grip.
"Not right now. Taylor, tell him I will call him later." I shake my head, and Taylor leaves the room.
"What do you want to do for the rest of the day?" I ask as he starts to kiss down my neck.
"I want to go back to bed." His tongue leaves a hot trail from my ear down to my collar bone. I feel him harden underneath me.
"Are you some type of machine? Since you returned home last night, I have lost count of how many times we have had sex." He continues to kiss his way down to the valley of my breasts.
"I can't help it, Ana." He looks up at me, and his eyes say everything. "I missed you so much while I was gone. I tried to come back on Thursday. When we couldn't fly because of the weather, I thought I was going to die. I missed what could be the biggest game of your career. I didn't like it." I run my fingers through his soft hair.
"I know. I missed you. I wanted nothing more than to celebrate the win with you, but that couldn't happen with you three thousand miles away. But you are here now. So, let's do something fun today. There is something I need to tell you about Mia first." He sits up straighter.
"What about Mia. Has something happened to her? Is that why Elliott wants to talk to me?"
"Calm down, Christian. She is fine, more than fine." I say the last part of the statement under my breath.
"Okay, tell me what is going on then."
"Well, while she has been in France, she has started seeing someone. And before you go into big brother protection mode, hear me out." He narrows his eyes at me.
"Go on. I'm listening." Oh, boy, here we go.
"Mia is seeing Ethan, Kate's older brother. He has been in France for over a year studying to get his doctorate. They met at a fundraising event six months ago, and have been seeing each other ever since." I close my eyes and hold my breath in anticipation of Christian blowing his top. When nothing happens, I open one eye.
He takes a deep breath. "I figured something was up with Mia. Her communication with me has been almost non-existent, except for a text message or email now and then. When did you find out about it?" His face softens a little, and I'm shocked.
"Kate told me about it this week. She said Mia was afraid to say anything to you about it and didn't want you to interfere with the relationship. I told Kate that she wouldn't do that. You are her brother, and you only look out for her well-being, just like Ethan would do for her. Listen, I know she is your sister, but she is in good hands. Ethan has a great head on his shoulders. He treats Mia like a princess. I hope you aren't upset with me." Christian's eyebrows come together in confusion.
"Why would I be mad at you? We haven't talked that much this week. When we do, it's about the two of us, not anyone else. I am concerned for her, and I will address it when I see them face to face." I start to say something, and he touches my lips with his finger. "Don't worry. I won't do anything to Ethan for dating my sister. I just want to talk to him about how he plans on taking care of her, that's all." I lean down and rest my head under his chin.
"Okay." He wraps his arms around me, and we sit quietly for a few minutes. Just as I am about to drift off to sleep, I hear a buzzing sound.
"What is that noise?" I ask as I sit up. "It's coming from the bedroom." I get up and walk to our bedroom, with Christian following close behind. The buzzing has stopped, and I stand in the doorway, listening. A few seconds later, the buzzing starts again. Christian's phone is sliding across the bedside table.
"It's your phone," I say, laughing. I plop down on the bed and listen as he makes plans with Elliott and Kate today.
"What do you mean they are coming along? I didn't know she was back in town." Christian stands with the phone up to his ear with one hand and the other one on his hip. His pants are hanging low on his hips, and I lick my lips. "Hell, yes, I want to meet the prick. Especially if he is dating my sister." Oh, …he is talking about Ethan. "Fine, we will meet you there in an hour." He ends the call with a huff and tosses his phone on the bed.
"What's the matter?" I ask as he walks to the bed. He reaches for my hand, and I take it. Instead of standing up, I pull him down onto the bed next to me. "Talk to me, Christian." He buries his head in my neck and takes a deep breath.
"Elliott made plans for all of us to go to some fun center to race go-carts and play laser tag. He wants to meet Ethan and give him a hard time about dating Mia. I would rather stay in bed with you for the rest of the day." He starts kissing up my neck and gently nips at my ear lobe.
"I think it is a great idea. I'm sure Ethan will meet you and Elliott's expectations in regards to Mia. He was nice both times I met him. It's been a few years since I saw him last." Christian lays his body flush against mine and pushes me into the bed.
"Did he try anything on you? I would kill the fucker if he did." His tone is dangerous, but I can't help but laugh.
"Ethan? Really? That's gross. He is more like a brother, I guess. Like I said before, I have only seen him a few times. He was more interested in talking with Kate than worrying about me. Besides, you are all the man I want." I run my fingers through his hair and pull his face down to mine. "I love you, Christian. Just relax and have an open mind. He may surprise you." I kiss his lips softly, and he moans against my lips.
"Alright. I will try to keep things casual. Do you know the place where we are going? Elliott says they have tons of stuff to do there."
"Yeah, I have been there before. It's a nice place with plenty of room. Want to make a wager on the go-cart racing?" I waggle my eyebrows.
"Oh, Miss Steele. What do you have in mind?" Christian grins, and I can't help but smile at his boyish look.
"If you win, you can choose how we fuck tonight. If I win, I decide. Fair enough?" He laughs.
"I don't think to win a race will matter. I will get what I want anyway." I feign outrage.
"Really? We will see about that, Mr. Grey." I give him a quick peck on the lips and try to get off the bed.
"Oh, no, you don't. I want to finish what we started earlier on the couch." I glance at the clock.
"We don't have enough time. Don't we have to meet your brother in an hour?"
"Yes, but there is always time for an orgasm, baby."
Christian was right. We got each other off, took a quick shower, and got dressed, with plenty of time to meet Elliott.
When we arrived at the Fun Center, there wasn't anyone around. "Where is everybody? I can't imagine they are this slow on a Saturday afternoon."
"I called ahead and paid to have the place cleared out. I didn't want anybody staring at us while we were having a good time." Christian shrugs, and I shake my head.
"I understand, but wouldn't more people here make you look better? I mean, there would have been plenty of kids around that would have outraced you, other than me." I smile big, and he smacks me on the butt.
"You will pay for that later, Ana." I get close enough to whisper in his ear.
"Promise?" I hear Christian take a quick breath in, then he grips me around the waist and pulls me closer.
"Hell, yes, that's a promise." He kisses my lips hard, and our kiss turns indecent.
"Get a room," I hear someone yell. We break apart, and I see Elliott, Kate, Ethan, and Mia getting out of Elliott's truck.
"Jealous?" Christian says while shooting Elliott the bird.
"No, way. I have mine right here." Elliott puts his arm around Kate. "Are you two ready to have some fun?" We both nod and walk toward the front entrance.
Christian goes to Mia and brings her into a tight hug. "Mia," He says, then kisses her forehead. "How have you been? I haven't talked to you in a while." Once the hug breaks apart, Christian reaches his hand out toward Ethan. "Christian Grey, Mia's older brother." His voice is firm.
"Christian, be nice. This is my boyfriend, Ethan Kavanagh. You know his sister, Kate," Mia says. They shake hands, and Ethan nods his head. I grip onto Christian's bicep, hoping he will behave.
"Christian, I have read a lot about your business. Congratulations on your success." Ethan turns to me and grins. "Ana, nice to see you again. Kate has been bragging about how well the volleyball team is doing. Any chance you all will win the National Championship?" I shrug.
"I don't know, I hope so. We are playing well, so anything is possible." He doesn't try to hug or kiss me, which seems to make Christian happy.
We spend the rest of the afternoon racing go-carts, playing laser tag, and trying our best to beat all of the video game high scores. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.
We are sitting in the refreshment area, eating a slice a pizza, and having a casual conversation. "How did you two meet?" I ask, pointing in between Mia and Ethan.
Mia smiles and looks at Ethan. "I was walking around Paris, doing the tourist thing, and decided to grab a cab. We both hailed the cab at the same time and agreed to share it. We spent the rest of the day checking out the sights together. It went on from there," she answers with a shrug.
"How much more schooling do you have, Ethan?" Christian asks.
"I have about a month left in France. Once I return to the US, I will have less than a year. After that, I will be able to practice on my own." He clears his throat and continues. "I have a plan to join another doctor in a partnership. He is already established in Seattle and approached me before I left for France." Christian nods his head in acceptance. I think he is relieved that Mia will have someone to take care of her if she and Ethan stay together.
"We never got to celebrate the win from the other night. Do you guys want to go out tonight?" Kate asks, hopefully. I look at Christian, and he shrugs.
"That sounds good. We will need to make sure we have enough security around to cover all of us. I think the Mile High Club would be the best option," Christian says.
After finalizing everything, we head back to our places with plans to meet up later.
The Mile High Club is packed, which surprises me. Most students have left for the Thanksgiving holiday, but judging by the crowd, a lot of them stayed in town. Thankfully Christian called ahead and reserved us a table in the VIP room. It wouldn't have mattered anyway, considering he is the owner.
I glance out over the crowd and see some familiar faces. I smile and wave as some of the volleyball team makes their way to us. We greet each other with enthusiasm, and I invite them up to our VIP room.
After we arrive upstairs, the waitress takes our drink and appetizer orders. "So, Ana. Are you ready for National Team tryouts?" Kate asked. I shrug my shoulders.
"I guess. I expect to be competing with world-class athletes, and it won't be a walk in the park. I'm just excited to be able to go." The waitress arrives with our drinks, which appear to be shots of tequila, and we all share a toast.
"Here's to kicking Stanford's ass and winning the National Championship!" Kate exclaims before downing her shot. We all raise our glasses and follow suit. Even though the tequila is from the top shelf, it still burns going down. I feel Christian's body press up against mine as he whispers in my ear.
"Be careful. Those shots will sneak up you." The feeling of his warm breath against my skin sends a chill down my spine.
I nod my head. "I agree. I don't plan on drinking much tonight. I just want to dance and have a good time." I turn my head to the side, and he places a soft kiss on my lips.
"Then that is what we will do, baby. Just relax and enjoy yourself. I will take care of you. Always." I look up into his sparkling gray eyes.
"Are you sure you want me forever? I can be a handful." I chuckle as he turns my body around to face him.
"Of course, I want to take care of you forever. You are everything to me, Ana." He places his hand on my cheek and rubs my lower lip with his thumb. I grip his bicep as he leans down and kisses me again. His soft lips meld into mine as we deepen the kiss.
"Don't start that shit now. Save it for later," Elliott yells. Christian pulls back from the kiss and glares at Elliott.
"Fuck off." That's all Christian says as he takes my hand and leads us to the dancefloor. We haven't danced together for a long time, and I hope I don't make a spectacle out of myself. He has a way of distracting me, and I lose all of my senses.
We find a spot on the floor, and he pulls me back into his hard chest. I can feel his body heat, and my body comes alive with desire. We haven't even started dancing yet, and I'm feeling horny. I guess that is what happens when we spend a week apart.
The club mix of Justin Timberlake's Filthy starts, and Christian pulls my body closer to his. He leans his head down and places open mouth kisses on my bare shoulder and works his way up to my ear lobe. His hand is resting on my stomach, and he guides my body in time with the music. I reach my hand up behind my head and grab his neck at his hairline. Our bodies move together, and I get lost in my thoughts.
This sexy, beautiful man has me right where he wants me. We are lost in each other as song after song continues to play. When an upbeat song starts to play, he takes my hand, and we walk back to the VIP lounge. The appetizers arrive at the table, and everyone is getting a taste of each one. I grab a bottle of water and sit down on the couch.
"I swear you two will end up fucking on the dance floor one of these days. You are the envy of all the women here tonight. Even the married ones," Kate says after she plops down beside me.
"Oh well. Everyone better get used to seeing it. I could care less about what people think about me. We love each other, and there is no reason to hide it." I take a long drink of water and see Christian, Elliott, and Ethan standing together talking. I point the bottle of water toward them and ask Kate, "what do you think they are talking about?"
Kate laughs. "They are probably giving Ethan the 'take care of our sister or else' speech. He told me a few months ago about their relationship, and I decided to stay quiet in case things didn't work out between them. He told me when he got back into town that he is in love with her." I look at Kate with wide eyes.
"Ethan, in love? Who would have thought? I always pictured him being a player." I shrug. "Anyway, they seem happy together. Christian was upset at first, but once he realized Ethan has a plan for his life and can take good care of Mia, he backed off."
Mia comes back from the restroom and reaches for us. "Come on, ladies. Let's go dance for a bit." I make eye contact with Christian and point my head toward the dance floor. He nods and continues his conversation with the guys.
We find a spot on the crowded dance floor and get our groove on.
CPOV
I'm glad the DJ played a fast song. Any more slow songs and I would have fucked Ana on the dance floor, not caring who saw us. She looks edible in her knee-length shift dress, and her skin smelled so good.
After a short break, the girls returned to the dance floor while Elliott and I give Ethan the brother's speech. Ethan looks relaxed as he watches Mia on the dance floor. "So, Ethan. What are your plans for our sister?" Elliott wastes no time with the questions.
Ethan takes a drink of his beer and looks between Elliott and me. "I love your sister. Once we are back in the US for good, I am going to ask her to marry me. I already have a job at a place that will pay very well, so I will able to support her financially. She told me you two would question my intent." He takes another drink of his beer and watches Mia.
"Look, man. I know you love our sister, and you have your life set. We have to follow tradition and give you the talk. Hurt our sister, and you die a slow and painful death. It's as simple as that. Understand?" Elliott says firmly.
Ethan smiles and nods his head. "I get it, and I feel the same way about my sister. She has her moments, but she has a heart of gold. Break it, and I will break you." He stares Elliott down, then they both bust out laughing.
"Now that the formalities are over with let's have another beer." Elliott walks to the bar and grabs three Heinekens, then hands one to Ethan and me. "To the three of us and our women." We clink bottles and take a drink. "So, who is the first one to give mom a grandkid?" Elliott states.
I swallow my beer, but Ethan spews his out of his mouth. After he cleans himself up and the laughter subsides, he shakes his head. "That will be left up to the two of you. Mia and I have talked and agree it will be a while before we have children. We both want them, but not yet. I haven't even asked her to marry me." I nod in agreement.
"Ana and I have talked about having kids. We both want them, but she needs to graduate and see what happens next weekend." Out of the corner of my eye, I see our ladies come into the VIP room and walk toward us. I open my arms for Ana, and she walks into my embrace.
"Having a good time?" I ask, then kiss her lips.
"Yes, but I am tired of dancing for now. What have you guys been talking about?" She rests her head against my chest, and I lean down to smell her hair.
"Nothing in particular. Do you want to sit down for a while?" Ana nods her head. We walk together to one of the oversized couches, and she sits next to me. I shake my head and pull her onto my lap. She comes willingly, and the others join us.
We stay a few more hours until everyone decides they've had enough. We say our goodbyes and go our separate ways. Elliott and Kate go back to his place, and I offer one of my guest rooms for Ethan and Mia. They decline the offer saying they have a place to stay. I nod my head and give Mia a tight hug.
"I love you, Mia. I am proud of you. I can see that Ethan makes you happy." I kiss her forehead, and I see her eyes wet with unshed tears.
"Thank you. I love Ethan very much, and it means the world to me that you support our relationship. I was worried about how you were going to react." She chuckles, and I shake my head.
"The old me probably would have flown off the handle. Ana has helped me realize a lot of things, and I am no longer that guy. Take care of yourself." I give her one last hug, and she hugs Ana goodbye.
We are in the back of the SUV, and I reflect on my life. If I had never met Ana, where would I be right now? Would I still be on a path of loneliness? Would I still be searching for something? Ana reaches for my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"I heard what you said to Mia. That was very sweet of you." She leans her head on my shoulder. I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes.
"She needs to know that I love her and support her. She is finally growing up, and I am happy to see it." The remainder of the ride back to Escala is quick and quiet.
Ana POV
We gather at the Grey's for Thanksgiving dinner, and I can't help but feel overwhelmed with love and gratitude. Mom and I usually spend the day together and talk about what our plans are for the upcoming year. Today, however, we are sitting around a huge dining room table that is full of food. I don't know how we will eat it all.
"One of our Thanksgiving traditions is to share what we are all thankful for. I will start," Grace says. She takes a sip of water and clears her throat. "This time last year, it was just the five of us sitting around this table discussing current events or something new that GEH was doing. This year, all of my children have significant others, two of which are planning weddings. I am thankful for the two beautiful women that I will now call my daughters and another handsome son. Sometimes family is taken for granted, but I want you three to know that I love you and cherish you. Thank you for being here and being an important part of our lives. Carla, you also are an important part of our family. You and Ana will always be welcome here." Grace raises her glass of wine and takes a healthy sip.
Carrick goes next. "Elliott and Christian, what I want to know is how you talked these two beautiful ladies into being your wives." Everyone around the table chuckles. "Seriously, though. You are my sons, and I love you both very much. I am thankful for you both, as well as my darling daughter Mia. I will be happy when we are on the same continent for good. Cheers." He takes a sip of his whiskey and looks to his left. Mia smiles softly and takes a breath.
"I had no idea how things were going to go when I returned home for the holidays. I have been busy in France and haven't kept in touch very well. For that, I apologize. As you know, Ethan and I have been seeing each other for about six months. I never paid much attention to him when I was younger, and I kick myself for it now. This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for Ethan. He has taken such good care of me while we have been in France. I am excited to see what the future holds." I can hear a few sniffles, and I look around the table to Grace. She is dabbing her eyes with a tissue. Christian reaches for my hand and squeezes it lightly.
Ethan grabs his wine glass and holds it up. "Well, I am thankful for Grace and Carrick. They have raised their daughter in the best way possible. Yes, she is spoiled and used to getting her way. Thank you, Christian." Everyone, including Christian, laughs. "But, she also carries herself with poise and grace. I love her, and I can't wait for the future. Thank you, Sweets." He leans over and kisses Mia softly on the cheek.
"How do you follow something like that?" Kate giggles. "Thank you, Ethan. Anyway, the one person I am most thankful for is sitting right next to me." She looks to Elliott and smiles. "When we first met, I thought you were the biggest flirt. You would constantly joke around, and I couldn't tell if you were serious about a relationship with me. I thought we were headed in opposite directions until you confided in me that you were scared of losing me, which is why you kept me at arm's length. The more time I spent with you, the harder I fell in love. You mean the world to me, Elliott Grey, and I can't wait to see what our future holds." She kisses Elliott on the cheek, and his eyes glisten with unshed tears.
He takes a few moments to gather himself. "I can't describe everything I am thankful for this year. I remember when I met Kate, and I knew right, then she would be my wife one day. Before Kate came along, I was afraid of commitment. It's no secret what kind of man I was. But now, I am committed to you, Kate. I love you, baby. So, this year I am thankful for Kate and her patience toward me." Elliott grins and winks at Kate. She rolls her eyes and looks at me.
Mom places her napkin on the table and takes my hand. "Ana, sweetheart. I know the past few years have been trying for you. Losing Ray was hard on both of us, and I tried my best to hide the pain I was going through. You saw through it all. Not only are you, my daughter, but you are my best friend. I am thankful that you and I have a close relationship. I don't know what I would do without you. I can't wait to see what great things will happen in the upcoming year.
"Grace and Carrick, I am thankful for you both. You have welcomed me with open arms, and now I feel like one of the family. I look forward to many more holiday traditions with you." She raises her glass and takes a sip of her wine.
I clear my throat and try to speak, but my emotions get the best of me. Tear make a trail down my cheeks, and Christian puts his arm around me. I wipe my eyes and look around the table at my family. "There are so many things I want to say right now, but I can't." Mom takes my hand as I try to get myself under control. I look into the eyes of my future and try again.
"I am beyond blessed to have each one of you in my life. I am thankful for the close relationship we all have, and I can't wait to share more holidays with you. This time of year is hard on mom and me, but we manage to make it through. Now with all of you as our support system, things will only get better. Thank you for being here." I raise my glass and take a sip of the crisp, bubbly champagne.
"I guess we saved the best for last," Christian says, and I elbow him in the ribs. "Anyway, this Thanksgiving is the best yet. We are all together, each with a significant other that we plan to spend forever with. Everyone is healthy and beyond blessed in our careers. I am thankful for Carla for raising such a smart, beautiful woman that I can't wait to call my wife." I lean up and kiss Christian on the lips.
"I love you, and I can't wait to be your wife." He smiles, and my heart melts.
"Alright, now that we have said what we are thankful for, it's time to eat," Carrick says, and we all start putting food on our plates and passing the rest around the table.
The conversation remains light through dinner. I tell everyone about my plans for the non-profit, and we agree to meet after the first of the year to set the plans in motion. I have decided to call it 'The Ray Steele Foundation' in memory of dad. He was always a generous man and would give anyone the shirt off of his back if they needed it.
"Ana, what time are you and Christian flying out tomorrow?" Grace asks. I look to Christian because he is the one that made the flight plans.
"Our flight is scheduled to leave at 11:00 am. I have booked us a hotel room for the weekend and should arrive back in Seattle late Sunday evening. While Ana is busy on Saturday, I have plans to check out potential housing for when she makes the team. We will be living in Anaheim for six months." I turn my head in shock that he has everything planned out.
"You are going to look for a place?" I ask, and he nods his head. "I didn't think you would be willing to stay with me for an extended period. Don't you have to be in Seattle to run GEH?" I ask.
"I can run the company from anywhere. Most of everything is either conference calls or direct meetings in California. I am not leaving you alone while you are there." My eyes start to water.
"Just when I think I couldn't love you more. Thank you." I get up and sit down on his lap, then place the most indecent kiss on his lips. He wraps his arms around me and kisses my back with enthusiasm. I hear a few throats clearing and realize where we are. "Oops," I laugh when the kiss breaks apart. "To be continued?" I ask.
"Oh, yes." His response comes with a light pat on my butt as I get up and go back to my chair.
"When will you know if you make the team?" Ethan asks.
"Sunday before I fly back." He nods his head, and the conversation changes to French cuisine.
The next morning I wake up more nervous than ever before. I shouldn't be worried about anything. I only need to do my best, and the rest will take care of itself. I escape Christian's hot body and walk into the bathroom to get ready.
I stand under the hot water with my eyes closed, trying to wash away the nerves that have taken over me. I feel a rush of cold air and turn around to find Christian and all his naked glory joining me in the shower.
"Are you okay? You seem out of sorts," He asks while shampooing my hair.
"Just nervous about this weekend, I think. I have never tried out for something this major before. If I make the team, I will be representing every American at the Olympics. That is a lot to take in." I feel my body start to relax as he scrubs my scalp. "That feels good."
He rinses my hair under the warm water then pushes me up against the cold tile. "I know something else that will feel good and relieve some of the stress and nervousness you have." He moves his fingers down to my sex, and circles my clit with his finger. He pushes two fingers inside of me and uses his thumb to press against my pleasure button. A moan escapes my lips as he continues to please me.
"Let it go, Ana. I'm right here to catch you." He kisses from my neck to the valley of my breasts and then takes a nipple in his mouth. He bites it softly, and electricity surges through my body. I come quickly, and he continues to move his fingers until my orgasm subsides. He kisses my lips softly as he removes his fingers. He brings them up to his mouth and sucks on them.
Without saying anything, he knows what else I need. He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. After lining himself up to me, he slowly slides deeply inside of me. Our foreheads touch, and we don't move, enjoying the feeling of our connection. He pulls back and enters me again slowly. We both need this to be slow.
He continues to move in and out of me at a slow pace until our breathing becomes ragged. The intense pleasure of our lovemaking is catapulting us both toward our release. "Ana, I love you some much." His profession of love and the way he took care of me earlier brings tears to my eyes as my orgasm rips through me.
"Oh, Christian." I sob as he picks up the pace, chasing his release. He moves in and out of me a few more times and then buries his head in my neck while grunting out his release. We cling tightly to each other as the water cascades over our bodies.
He presses light kisses on my shoulder then pulls back to look into my eyes. "Feel better, baby?" He asks. I release my legs from around his waist as he pulls out of me.
"Much better. Thank you for taking such good care of me, Christian. You know what I need without me having to ask for it." I reach for the soapy sponge and start to wash his body.
"You're welcome. I will take care of you for the rest of your life, Ana. No matter what you need, I will make sure you have it." I smile and continue to wash his body. He returns the favor, and we finish cleaning up without getting dirty again.
The flight to California didn't take long, so my nerves didn't resurface. Christian booked us at Disney's Grand California Hotel and Spa, and I wish our trip could last longer. I would love to visit Disney park. Maybe another time.
We get checked into the hotel and decide to order room service. "What time do you need to be at the training center?" Christian asks while browsing the menu.
"The letter says I need to be there loose and ready to go by 8:00 am. I would like to be there by 7:30." After looking at the menu over, I decide on chicken parmesan.
"Okay, I will let Taylor know. I want steak and vegetables. What about you?" I tell him my choice, and he calls in the order. I turn on the TV in search of something to watch while he is on the phone. I am still channel surfing when he sits down beside me on the couch.
"Find anything good to watch?" He pulls me closer, and I inhale his masculine scent.
"Not yet. Stop me if you see something you like." I keep scanning and find an old Harrison Ford movie I haven't seen in a long time. "Is this okay?"
"What is it?" I lay the remote on the table in front of the couch and lean back into Christian.
"Indian Jones and the Last Crusade. I love his old movies." I cuddle into Christian more, feeling his warm body against mine.
"I have never seen it, but I like old movies myself. Dinner should be here soon. Would you like a glass of wine or some water to drink?"
"I'll drink some water in a little while. I don't think I want any alcohol until this weekend is over." I pull my feet up underneath my body and lay my arm over Christian's stomach.
We got a block of three rooms together for us, Taylor, and Prescott. "Is Taylor and Belinda joining us for dinner?" I ask.
"No, they are having dinner delivered to them, then riding to the training center to take a look around. Prescott will be staying with you throughout the day, and Taylor will be with me looking at condos. I have been looking at them online and have a few appointments already set up. Do you want to take a look at them now?"
"Sure, that will be fine. Did you bring your laptop with you?" I sit up, and Christian goes in search of his bag.
"Of course. I don't go anywhere without it." He sits back down and rests the laptop on his legs. His browser opens up to the real estate listings he has saved. He shows me each and I like them all. They are all top of the line and in beautiful areas.
"They all look great to me. You and Taylor decide which one provides the best security and I will be happy with whatever you choose. You know I am not picky." I lean back on the couch, turning to the side and placing my feet in Christian's lap.
"Okay, I will look at all of them and make a final decision on Sunday evening." Before he can say anything else, there is a knock on our door. "Food is here." He gets up, and the bellhop brings the food in on a serving cart. Christian gives him a tip, and I walk to the table where he is placing the food.
"It smells delicious. I am starving." I grab a few bottles of water out of the minifridge and sit down next to Christian. "I am getting visions of what's to come. Us eating a small, intimate dinner together." I smile at him and kiss his cheek.
"I look forward to it. Now eat up, you will need all the energy you can get tomorrow." He kisses my lips and digs into his steak.
The next afternoon
According to the dictionary, exhaustion means at a state of extreme physical or mental fatigue, and the action or state of using something up or of being used up completely. Right now, I am way past exhaustion. I have never in my life worked past my limit of physical and mental fatigue, except for today. From 8:00 am until 5:00 pm, my mind and body went through test after test of stamina, muscle strength, and running speed. I thought Claude's workouts were tough. He has nothing on the Olympic staff.
I am barely able to walk into the hotel suite without falling. Christian picks me up, carries me into the bedroom, and carefully lays me on the bed. "Let me run you a hot bath. Otherwise, your muscles are going to cramp up, and you won't be able to move." I nod my head, and he kisses my cheek.
I lay there motionless until he comes back in and helps me get undressed. He slowly pulls me up into a standing position and hands me some ibuprofen and water. I take both and close my eyes. I take inventory of my body, and every muscle is screaming out in pain. "I have never in my life been put through so much physical exertion. Do you think the other women are feeling this way?" I ask Christian.
"Look at me, Ana." I open my eyes and find Christian on his knees in front of me. "Every single woman walked out with pain radiating from their entire bodies. This type of workout is the coach's way of seeing how far you will push your body before it gives up completely. I am so proud of you for giving it everything you have. Tomorrow will be different, I promise." I smile and place my hand in his cheek.
"Thank you for believing in me. I'm sure once the pain reliever kicks in and I soak in the tub for a while, I will feel a little better. Will you soak with me?" He nods his head, and I slowly stand to remove my clothes.
As I sink into the hot water, I think back to how grueling today's tryouts were. We did drill after drill, without a ball. The coaches never yelled at us to pick up the pace or tell us how terrible we were. It was one station after another continuously. I take a deep breath and sigh as I feel my muscles loosen up.
"I can feel your body relaxing. Is hot water helping?" Christian asks as he wraps his arms around my shoulders. I rest my hands on his thighs, relishing in how his body feels against mine.
"Yes, I think the pain killers are kicking in as well. I hope I will be able to move tomorrow morning. College tryouts weren't this bad." I lean my head back, resting it against his chest.
"Just relax for a little while. I will take care of you." He kisses the side of my head and rubs this thumb on my shoulder.
"What did you think of the condos today? Were they in a nice area?"
"They were all very nice. One, in particular, stood out. I will show you the listing later. Just relax for now. Everything else can wait."
"Mmm. Okay."
After filling the sponge with soap, Christian meticulously cleans my entire body. It relaxes me so much that I almost fall asleep. I feel him get out of the tub and reach back to help me up. He opens a big, fluffy towel, and I step into it. Christian is standing in front of me in all of his naked glory, and I can't help but stare at him.
We make eye contact, and he reaches for a towel. "Not right now, Ana. You have had an exhausting day. We are going to eat dinner and relax." I push out my bottom lip in a pouting way, and he grins.
"No pouting." He walks over and kisses the tip of my nose, then my cheeks, then my mouth. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into the kiss. He pulls back before it gets out of hand.
I look into his eyes, and I feel thankful. "Thank you for being here and taking care of me. It means the world to me that you came."
"I told you before, Ana. Wherever you go, I go. This past week without you sucked. I will stay around until you get tired of me. Then I will entice you into letting me stay." He grins, and there is a knock at the door. "Room service."
My stomach growls at the mention of food. He leaves the room to get the food, and I change into some yoga pants and a t-shirt. I walk into the common area, and he is placing our food on the table.
"I ordered your grilled chicken and vegetables. I can order something else if you want to." I shake my head.
"That sounds perfect, thank you." I kiss his cheek. "Why don't you get dressed and we can eat together, alright?" He nods and leaves the room.
I check my phone for any missed calls or messages and see one from mom asking me how the day went. I take a few minutes to call and let her know how it went. I end the call when I see Christian walk out wearing lounge pants hanging low on his hips. My mouth goes dry, and I shamelessly stare. He shakes his head and grins.
"You are doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I ask before laying my phone on the table.
"What?" he asks innocently.
"You know what. Let's eat. I'm starving." We sit and eat together, sharing subtle looks of want. I came to the room exhausted from tryouts, but the fire is burning below, and I am ready for whatever action is to come.
CPOV
Ana keeps staring at me, and it is taking everything I have not to take her across this table. I thought she would pass out in the bed from exhaustion, but the relaxing soak in the bathtub has awakened her libido. I decide to tease her as long as possible before giving her what she wants. I know I can't play the innocent act for much longer.
We finish dinner, and I place the dirty dishes outside of the room for the staff to get later. "Do you want to watch a movie?" I ask her, and she shakes her head no slowly. I ignore her response and walk to the couch, grabbing the remote.
"Do you want to watch a rom-com or action movie?" I start flipping through the channels in search of something. She walks around in front of the couch and blocks my view of the television. I move to look around her, and she steps in front of my sight again.
"What are you doing?" I ask as she walks to me and straddles my lap. I can see the heated look on her face, and I laugh. "Do you want anything?" She takes the remote from my hand and lays it on the cushion next to us. I go to say something else, and she puts her finger over my lips.
"No talking." Then reaches for the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Her breasts are on display for me, and my dick twitches in appreciation. She feels the movement beneath her and grounds her warmth down on me.
I push my hips into her and pull her mouth to mine for a kiss. No more words are spoken between us the rest of the night as we take what we want from each other.
The alarm goes off, and Ana groans. I turn it off and reach over, pulling her back into my arms. "How are you feeling this morning?" I rub my fingers up and down her back.
"Thoroughly used." She chuckles and stretches her body like a cat. Her breasts stand up to attention, and I can't resist them. I take a nipple in my mouth, and she moans out in pleasure. "As much as I would love for you to continue, I need to get ready. I want to arrive a little earlier and make sure I am good and loose."
I move my attention to the other nipple, sucking and biting it lightly. "I can make sure you are good and loose." She arches her body into me, and I continue my ministrations. My morning wood is ready to go, and I slowly roll on top of her. She spreads her legs to accommodate me.
"You are irresistible, Mr. Grey." She pushes her hips up to meet me, and I line my erection up to her sex. I rub the head in circles around her clit before I slowly slide inside her warmth. We both groan in pleasure, and I set a slow pace.
She wraps her legs around my hips, opening herself up wider for me. I drive myself deeper into her as her moans get louder. "Christian, you feel so good." I kiss her neck and follow a path along her jaw to her mouth. She grabs my hair, pulling me closer and kisses me hard. Our bodies are moving at a faster pace as we both chase our orgasms.
I feel her walls tighten and flutter around me. "Let go, Ana." Her body stiffens, and her inner walls clamp down in my dick. I pump in and out of her a few more times before I release into her.
I rest my body weight on my forearms as we both come down from our high. I kiss her forehead and move to pull out. She tightens her legs around my waist, keeping me still. "Not yet. I like feeling you on top of me. I missed this."
"I missed you, baby. Come on, let's take a shower and get ready. We have enough time to grab a small breakfast and head to the training center." I pull out of her and move to help her off the bed.
We leave the training center after dropping Ana off, and I ask Taylor to drive around the area. I have no specific destination in mind. I want to look around in case this will be our temporary home in the upcoming months.
"Sir, is there a place you need to see?" Taylor asks, then makes eye contact with me in the rearview mirror.
"No, I just want to look around and see what kind of places are here. Ana will find out today if she makes the National Team, and things will happen pretty quickly after that. He nods at me and continues to drive around.
I look at the address of my choice of housing. "Taylor put this address in your GPS." I forward him the address the house I like, and he drives toward Yorba Linda. I pay attention to the area and how it looks. The homes have great curb appeal. The neighborhood is clean and a thirty-minute ride from the training center.
"Sir, I like this area except for one thing. The neighbors are to close. Once everyone figures out who you are, the paps will be circling like vultures." I agree with his observation, but this will be temporary.
"I concur, but I hope it won't last long. We can beef up security if necessary. It won't take the press long to get bored with us and move on to someone or something else."
"Sir, I took the liberty of checking you out of the hotel. What time do we need to return and pick up Miss Steele?" I check my watch.
"The letter said, five pm. We still have the afternoon, so let's find a place for lunch and figure out our plans for when Ana makes the team." I pull my phone out and go over a few work emails as Taylor drives us to lunch.
We stop at a small bistro that has incredible views of the valley. After ordering our food, Taylor and I discuss a security plan. I feel my phone buzz with a message. I open it finding a text from Elliott, asking how things are going here.
*C – Ana will be at the center until 5 pm. Won't know anything until then.
*E – Ok, bro. Keep me posted. Later.
Short, sweet, and to the point. The waitress brings our drinks, and Taylor mentions Sawyer and his rehab plan.
"How is he doing mentally? I know he is strong physically, but something like this can take a toll on the mind. You of all people should know that." Taylor looks at me and then out over the houses below.
"He seems to be recovering well in both facets. He has been seeing his therapist twice a week, talking out his issues. He told me the situation with Roger triggered some flashbacks of Liam's death. His therapist his giving him ways to work through the flashbacks without having panic attacks. It will take some time for him to find some sense of normalcy." I take a deep breath and cautiously ask the next question.
"Do you think he will be able to return to work and function properly?" I watch the muscles in Taylor's jaw work, almost like he is grinding his teeth.
"He will come back to work come hell or high water. He will compartmentalize what happened with Roger and push himself to come back. Another thing that will work in his favor is the fact that Roger is seeking help. They have talked regularly, and that helps Sawyer work things out in his mind. He will stop at nothing to be released to come back to work. I know he can do it." I nod my head in agreement.
"I know he can do it, but will he be able to do the required job? Ana is my life, and if anything happens to her-" I can't finish the sentence without getting choked up.
"Sir, Christian." I look into the eyes of my head of security. "Sawyer will lay down his own life to protect her. He proved that with the Roger incident. He knows how important she is to you. He thinks of her as a sister and won't let anything happen to her." I nod my head and take a drink of water, wishing it was something stronger.
The waitress brings our lunch, and we eat in silence.
We are waiting in the parking lot for Ana to come out and my phone rings. I see mom's name on the caller id, so I swipe to answer. "Mom? Is everything alright?" I hear her laugh, and my mind is instantly at ease.
"Yes, sweetheart. Everything is fine. Are you on the way back to Seattle yet? How did it go with Ana?" Impatient people.
"No, we are still in Anaheim. The practice is due to let out any time now. I will let you all know as soon as I do how things went. The plane is waiting for us at the airport." I lean my head back against the seat and close my eyes.
"Are you okay, Christian? You sound stressed. Has something happened with GEH?" I shake my head.
"No, mom. Things at GEH are running smoothly right now. I'm just nervous about Ana. This is something big in her life, and I want it to work out for her. I'm frustrated because I have no control over the outcome." I pinch the bridge of my nose to try and fight off a headache.
"Oh, honey. Everything will work out. If Ana doesn't make the team, at least she can be proud to get invited. We know how talented she is. Just support her, no matter what. I will let you go. Call me when you get back to Seattle, alright? I love you both." Mom's voice is soothing to a point, but I will only feel better when Ana is in the car with me.
"Thank you for calling. I will call you as soon as I know something." Before I can disconnect the call, the passenger door opens, and Ana slides inside next to me. "Mom, Ana just got in the car. I will talk to you later." I cut the call off without waiting for her response.
Prescott gets in the front seat, and Taylor drives toward the airport. I am itching to ask Ana how things went, but I will let her speak first. We ride in silence for a few minutes until she hands me an envelope.
"What's this?" I ask. I look at the return address and see the USA volleyball emblem and Ana's name neatly written on the front.
"They handed each of us an envelope when we left. It will tell us whether we made the team or not." I look over her body and realize she looks drained.
"Was today as bad as yesterday?" She shakes her head, no.
"It was fun. We spent the morning doing some hitting drills and the rest of the time playing. How was your day?" She leans her head back on the seat and turns to look at me.
"We rode around for a while, checking out the area." I raise the envelope that's in my hand. "Did you open this?" She shakes her head, no. "Why not?"
"I'm nervous about what it says. I know I should be proud either way, but I'm worried I will be depressed if I didn't make it. Will you open it for me?" I see that we are almost at the airport.
"I will open it once we are on the plane. Is that alright?" She nods her head.
We board the plane and take our seats. I am still holding the envelope, feeling more nervous than ever. I look at Ana and ask her if she's ready to see what it says.
"Yes, I'm ready." I open the envelope and take out the letter. I quickly read over what it says and fight a smile. I cover my mouth with my hand, pretending to upset.
"Well? Don't keep me waiting anymore. What does it say?" Her hands are gripping the sides of the chair as she awaits my answer. I fold the letter and place it back in the envelope. I sit beside her and put my arm around her shoulders.
"I didn't make it, did I?" She asks, and I show no emotion for a few seconds.
"I am proud of you, baby, no matter what that letter says." She huffs, and I fight the urge to laugh.
"Can you just tell me, please? I'm dying here!" I take her face in my hands and kiss her lips softly.
"Starting January 1, our temporary address will be Yorba Linda, California." Her eyes widen, and she jumps out of her seat.
"WHAT? You mean I made the team?" She yells and reaches for the envelope, pulling the letter from it.
I watch her facial expression change as she reads it. She looks up at me and then covers her mouth with her hand. She starts to cry as she finishes reading. She jumps in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I grab hold of her tightly. "I'm so proud of you, Ana." I kiss her, and she pulls away from me, smiling through her tears.
"I am proud of myself. Your fiancé is an Olympian!"
A/N
Thank you again for the follows, favorites and reviews. It means a lot to me. I hope each of you had a great holiday season. I will update with the next chapter as soon as I can.
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