Chpt. 5 APOV:

The moment the door closes to my room, I sink to the floor. Who would have thought that today of all days I would find Christian and Taylor again? And in Vegas, at Kate's wedding no less?! When I glanced from Elliot to the guys standing next to him as I walked down the aisle, I nearly fell flat on my face when I saw who was next to him. I wanted to go to them; I have no idea what I would have said but I just felt the need to physically be close to them. How is it more than two years later they can still make my insides feel like absolute mush?

I feel bad, but I have no idea what was said during the ceremony. I couldn't tell you if Kate said her vows perfectly or screwed them up like she was worried she would do. I can't tell you what Elliot's vows her like or hell if they even kissed at the ceremony. It was over before I knew it; Mia had to nudge me to signal when it was time for me to walk back down the aisle this time with Christian. Being so close to him again had me instantly remembering that wonderful night. I couldn't stop thinking about both Christian and Taylor. I hoped stepping outside for air would help, but I should've known that neither of them would have let me go outside alone. I just wanted….no I needed a few moments to figure out what the hell I was going to say to them when they asked why I left that morning because I knew the moment we were alone that question was going to be asked.

When we walked to the small courtyard my nerves kicked in; I couldn't stop thinking about what I would say to them. No matter how I tried to phase it, it sounded horrible simply saying that I left because I knew there was nothing beyond that night for us. Even though that's the reality, it still makes me sound like a bitch. They were going to reenlist with the Air Force and I was going back to Seattle. How on earth could we have even tried to make it work? It would have been different if we had known each other for awhile or at least had been dating but that wasn't the case. We were virtually strangers so if they reenlisted in a week how would we have had anything beyond that week? And to spend a week with them and then leave? That easily would have killed me; I could easily see myself becoming attached to both of them and that only took a few hours. Yeah, I couldn't tell them that. Even that way makes me sound crazy; how could I think spending a few days with them would lead to my heart getting broken when they left? The option…tell them the truth. That I left because I was afraid that if we spent more time together you might decide not to reenlist to the Air Force because of me and then when you decided you were bored of me and left you would regret not reenlisting. Yeah…that sounds a whole lot better.

The nerves vanished though the moment Christian wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me against to his body. In that moment, nothing else existed. His kiss was exactly how I remembered: full of want and need; the only thing missing was Taylor. Even though I knew he was inside with everyone else, I kept expecting to feel him come up behind me. Of course he didn't though.

Now I'm waiting to head upstairs to their room…I still have no idea what I'm going to say but after all the tension at dinner with them sitting across the table from me I know we need to talk. I take a deep breath before getting up from the floor; I quickly use the bathroom and grab my clutch and hotel room key before peeking out the door to make sure no one is there. I don't need Christian's parents or Kate's parents suddenly coming out in the hallway asking where I'm going. I should probably change out of the dress I wore for the wedding before I head to their room, but I decide against taking any more time than I already have. When I see the hallway is empty, I make my way to the elevator which thankfully opens almost immediately. The elevator ride is quick but it doesn't stop the butterflies from returning to my stomach in those couple of minutes.

"Ana," the door almost immediately opens when I knock on it.

"Hi," just like with Christian hi seems to be the only word I can think to say when Taylor opens the door to greet me.

He steps to the side for me to enter, quickly closing the door behind him. Before I have a chance to think of what to say or how to start the conversation, Taylor slides his arm around my back and brings me right to his chest. His other arm wraps around my back; my body relaxes against his almost instinctively and he feels just the way I remember. When he pulls back, I look up and immediately find him looking at me. Any worry of what to say vanishes; just like earlier in the courtyard anything else ceases to exist. I can't tell you who initiated it, but our lips meet just as we move closer to each other.

I've missed this, is my only thought just before I grant Taylor the access he's requesting. His hands roam my body as mine slide up his arms to his neck. I moan when a feel a hand on my hip, immediately knowing it's not Taylor's. Christian steps us behind me, almost cautiously, placing his other hand on my opposite hip. I reach back, needing to touch him too. He groans when he feels my hand on his leg; he sweeps my hair away from my shoulder so he can kiss me there while Taylor is still at my lips. Hands move over my body; at times I can tell who each hand belongs to but as the need rises I can no longer tell. No words are spoken as the zipper of my dress is slowly lowered. Christian slips the thin straps from my shoulders, sliding them down my arms. The dress quickly falls to the floor; my strapless bra and thong join it only seconds later. I quickly unbutton Taylor's shirt; I can feel Christian taking his off behind me as well.

"We should talk," Taylor mumbles against my lips.

"Later," I reply, the need to be with both Christian and Taylor again is too much to stop.

"Later," Christian growls against my neck before turning me so I'm facing him.

He wastes no time, his mouth captures mine before his arm is even around my waist. His kiss….I've fantasized about his kiss so many times over the last two years. How it can be demanding and controlling but at the same time portray just how much he wants me, how much he needs me. His touch is the same way; his fingers pinch and roll my nipple causing me to moan into his mouth. Taylor's body presses up against me as he nibbles on my neck, his firm erection against my ass letting me know just how much he wants me as well. I reach in front of me, unbuttoning Christian's pants before pushing them and his underwear to the floor. It's his turn to groan when I begin stroking his erection.

Taylor's hands are gliding over my body, touching wherever he can before slowly sliding down my ass to between my legs. He gently nudges my thighs apart before slipping his fingers through my folds. The feelings are overwhelming; Christian's mouth on mine, Taylor's fingers teasing my clit, Christian's fingers on my nipple while his dick twitches against my palm. We're all breathing heavily and I can no longer tell which moans and grunts below to which one of us.

"God I need you," Taylor whispers before plunging his finger into me.

"Yes," I moan, the orgasm sitting right there but needing something more to push it over.

"I want this sexy mouth on me," Christian says as he nips at my bottom lip just before he sooths it with his tongue.

"Hmmmmm," fuck his words go right to my sex turning me on even more.

Taylor slips his finger from me, causing me to moan but Christian immediately takes his place moving his hand to between my legs. I hear Taylor grab his pants from behind us somewhere; I can't see what he's doing but I can only assume he's getting a condom from his wallet. Christian guides us from the entryway that we hadn't made it past over to one of the beds, the entire keeping his mouth on me and fingers teasing my sex.

"Climb on Taylor, baby," Christian's voice cracking betraying him; the usual demanding tone changing to one of want….or maybe its need.

I glance at the bed to find Taylor lying in the middle, his erection standing hard and tall. When I turn to face Taylor, Christian urges me to stay facing him as we both climb on the bed. Figuring out what he wants, I make my way to Taylor straddling his hips with my back towards him. Taylor quickly rolls the condom on before holding it at my entrance. With one hand on my hip, he slowly urges me down. I open my eyes as I sink down to find Christian staring at us with his dick in his hand. I feel my face heat us as the blood rushes towards it knowing he is watching us. It takes a few tries, but soon Taylor is filling me deeper than anyone ever has.

"God Ana….," Taylor groans behind me. Glancing over my shoulder I find his eyes squeezed closed and his mouth slightly open as his hands grip my hips tightly. He looks like he is barely hanging on; knowing that I'm the one doing that to him makes me feel things I've never felt. Christian and Taylor did that two years ago to me and it seems like it hasn't changed. They make me feel wanted and needed; two things I don't think I've ever felt in my entire life.

When I turn back around to find Christian his lips are on mine as he kneels in front of me. I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning into him as I slowly move against Taylor. He groans below me just before sliding his hands over my back. With Christian devouring my mouth and teasing my nipples, I ride Taylor loving the sounds he makes every time I take him in completely. When Christian nips at my lips one last time he slowly stands in front of me, guiding my hand to his dick which is now in front of me.

"Suck me, Ana….Please," he begs when I lick a drop of precome from him.

With my hands on Christian's hips, I take him into my mouth, teasing his head before taking him deep. My mouth stretches around him and he moans when he hits the back of my throat; I swallow around him which he must enjoy because his hand is suddenly on my head not holding me but encouraging me not to stop. Focusing on Christian however has my movements against Taylor more erratic; Taylor must sense this because he takes control. With his hands firmly on my hips, he urges me to move against him as I feel him thrusting into me from below.

"You feel….so fucking good Ana," Taylor moans.

"Better than I remember," Christian whispers and while I don't know if he meant anyone to hear it knowing that he thought of me and still remembers that night makes me think things I shouldn't be thinking right now. Instead, I focus on the two amazing men who have their hands on me; I focus on pleasing them.

When Taylor starts increasing my movements, I know he's getting close to finding his release. Each time he pulls me against him, he thrusts deeper into me pushing me closer to and closer to that edge. I'm moaning around Christian who has his hand tight on my head encouraging my movements as he begins to also thrust into me.

"Fuck baby….don't stop," Christian pants.

"Ana," Taylor groans below me before slamming me down on him thrusting deeper into me.

I scream out as the orgasm finally hits; I hold tightly onto Christian's hips as I rock against Taylor. Christian pulls my head against him, his dick pushes to my throat the moment my body relaxes as the orgasm takes over. He moans my name just before he erupts; his grip eases on my head but he keeps me close to him as each of us ride out the final waves of our orgasm. Almost immediately, Christian falls to his knees in front of me breathless.

"That was…you felt amazing," he whispers in my ear just before collapsing on the bed next to Taylor. I slowly lift myself off of Taylor, immediately missing him when he slips from me. Taylor wraps an arm around my waist just as I turn around and pulls me against him before kissing me. His lips are soft and gentle on mine, his tongue teases my lips open just as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I need to take care of this," he pulls back from me before getting off the bed and heading to the bathroom.

"Come here," Christian pulls me towards him and I giggle before collapsing on his chest.

He wraps an arm around my shoulders as I lay my head against his chest. His hand gently caresses my back and I quickly feel the sleep taking over as the events from the last few days finally take their toll on me. I hear Taylor come out of the bathroom just before he turns off the only lamp that was on in the room, next to the other bed in the room. My body immediately tenses; I open my eyes to find complete darkness. I can feel the panic setting in, the anxiety starting and I know I need to stop it before it completely takes over.

"Can we leave a light on?" I ask…my voice shaking.

"You okay?" Christian asks.

"Yeah," I sigh when Taylor quickly turns on the light he had turned off. "Maybe just leave the bathroom light on?"

"Of course," Taylor says turning on the bathroom light before switching the lamp back off.

"Better?" Christian asks as I feel Taylor slip into bed next to me.

"Yeah, I'm sorry…"

"Don't be," Taylor kisses my ear as his legs wraps around mine.

"No reason to be sorry," Christian whispers.

"I….I don't like total darkness."

"It won't happen again," Christian assures me.

"It won't," Taylor agrees.

I don't know how long we lay like that before I finally relax enough to fall asleep. I wake sometime later, in the same position we fell asleep in. My head is on Christian's chest with his arm around my shoulders. Taylor's legs are intertwined with mine, his hips pressed against my ass as I lay diagonal across the bed. I shift, slowly sitting up as I try not to wake anyone up.

"Where are you going?" Christian immediately asks.

"Bathroom," I whisper.

He doesn't say anything but I see him nod just as I slip out of bed. I quickly use the bathroom, grab some water before making the mistake of looking at myself in the mirror. My make up is a complete mess and my hair is going in every direction possible. I hadn't even taken out all the bobby pins from the hair dresser this morning. I quickly wash my face, removing as much make up as the hotel bar of soap will allow before running my hands through my hair which unfortunately is a lost cause.

I slip back into bed and immediately Christian wraps an arm around my waist pulling me close to him. Looking at him, I can tell he's exhausted almost as if he hasn't slept yet.

"Can't sleep?" I ask quietly as to not wake Taylor.

"Not really," he admits.

"Try to sleep," I rest my head on his shoulder and wrap my leg over his.

"Don't….don't leave in morning okay?" he whispers.

Damn

"I won't," I promise.

With Christian's arm anchoring me to him, neither of us say a word. At some point I feel Christian's breathing even out but unfortunately I'm the one who can't sleep now. It takes me awhile but eventually I manage to fall asleep and not think about Christian's voice when he whispered those words to me. When I finally do wake, instead of being wrapped around Christian I'm on my other side against Taylor. My fingers glide over his chest, taking note of the tattoos that I hadn't paid enough attention to before. It's odd, but this is the first time we've been together…naked during the daylight hours. Two years ago the hotel room was barely lit, the only light was from the bathroom. Last night was as small lamp next to the bed, but even it had been brighter I don't know that I would have noticed. We were all definitely too caught up in the moment. My fingers trace the outline of the American flag just over his heart.

"Morning," Taylor leans over and kisses me.

"Morning," I mumble against his lips.

"What time is your flight?"

"I think we're all on the same flight back, four fifteen is take off."

"That sounds right."

"Where's Christian?"

"He went to your room a few minutes ago."

"My room?"

"He wanted to grab you a change of clothes so you didn't have to wear your dress back to your room this today."

Yeah, that would have been great trying to explain if I had run into anyone.

"Oh, I hadn't thought about that."

"Your key was on the table, we didn't think you would mind."

"No, gosh I hadn't even thought about it."

"We're glad you stayed last night."

"Me too."

"You're awake," Christian says the moment he walks through the door a few minutes later carry a plastic bag.

"I am, thank you for going to my room."

"I…we didn't want you to have to worry about running into anyone still wearing last night's clothes. Might have been awkward to explain."

"I appreciate that. I hadn't even thought that far yet."

"I hoped I grabbed what you planned to wear, there wasn't much in the drawers and I didn't see anything in the closet."

"I'm sure what you got was fine. Thank you again."

"We also ordered room service," Taylor says.

"It should be here-" before Christian can finish his sentence there is a knock at the door.

I pull the blankets up to my chin just as a hotel staff member enters the room carrying several trays of covered dishes. He doesn't even glance in our direction before nodding to Christian and heading out of the room.

"I…I think I'm going to get dressed," I'm suddenly aware that I'm completely naked under the blankets with a very naked Taylor.

"I'll put your stuff in the bathroom," Christian says.

Talk about awkward, I get out of the bed aware with each step that both guys' eyes are glued to my naked body. My clothes from last night are somewhere across the room, but even if they weren't it would be more awkward if even attempted to put on the dress I wore to the wedding just to walk to the bathroom. Given everything we've done, you wouldn't think I would be shy but I can't help feeling that way as I walk to the bathroom. Christian stops me at the door, wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me against him.

"Morning," he mumbles before kissing me gently.

"Good morning," I whisper against his lips.

I groan when his hand wanders down to my ass, grabbing it gently tugging me against me against his growing erection.

"Go get dressed before our breakfast gets cold," he smirks but he doesn't release me right away.

When he finally does, I take the bag of clothes from him and go into the bathroom. I decide on a quick shower rather than just getting dressed after seeing my out of control hair in the mirror. I also don't fail to notice the smile on my face in my reflection. I don't even begin to know what to think about last night; I came to their room to talk but the moment I saw Taylor the only thing I could think about was kissing him again. I don't understand how I can feel such a connection to both Christian and Taylor. It's goes beyond just sex; I feel comfortable around both of them. I may not understand it but I know I don't want this to be one of those Vegas things. I don't want this to only happen in Vegas; I don't want to lose them again. Yet…I have no idea where we go from here.

It takes me a few minutes to shower and change before joining Christian and Taylor who are sitting on the bed we didn't use last night eating breakfast.

"We weren't sure what you liked, so we ordered a few items," Taylor gesturers to the dresser where a couple covered dishes remain.

"Anything would have been fine, I'm sure. I'm not really picky," I grab a cup of hot tea glad to see that was on the tray and a plate of scrambled eggs before joining the guys on the bed. I always found it odd that all hotel rooms don't have a small place to eat especially if you have more than one person in the room but then again they probably assume everyone would go downstairs to eat.

"So…" Christian begins. "I know we wanted to talk last night…"

"I'm sorry I left," I blurt out cutting Christian off. "I…I panicked. I had a flight to catch, well that I missed anyway-"

"You were flying back to Seattle the next day?" Taylor asks.

"My flight was supposed to take off at 10, I arriving too late and had to take a later flight home but I was supposed to fly out that morning."

"Why didn't you wake us?" Christian asks.

"I know this is going to sound horrible," I pause taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. "But…what would have happened if I did? It wouldn't have changed anything. You guys had your road trip that you were going to finish and I had a flight back to Seattle. We hadn't talked about it being more than just that night; I assumed I was saving us all from an awkward morning."

"Did you want it to be just that night?" Taylor asks after a few minutes of silence.

"No," I admit. "But I couldn't see how it could be more than that. Even if I had stayed for another night or two, you guys still had your trip and needed to decide if you were going to reenlist. That needed to be a decision you made on your own not based on some wild night of sex with a girl you met in a bar."

"Ana," Christian growls…actually growls at me. "That makes that night sound like…."

"Like it didn't mean anything," Taylor finishes.

"I know," I sigh knowing that's exactly how it sounded. "That night meant more to me than either of you will ever know. I…I had come to Georgia two weeks before to bury my mother and had just finished getting her house ready to be sold-"

"Ana," Taylor wraps his arm around my waist moving closer to me.

"We had no idea," Christian takes my hand in his squeezing it tightly.

"You didn't, but that night made me feel again. You guys made me forget everything that was going; everything that I was worried about and for those few hours it was just about the three of us. That night meant everything to me."

"But you still left," Taylor says quietly.

"I know. And I regretted leaving; I even called the hotel but you had already checked out by the time I landed in Seattle. They wouldn't give me your contact information either; although I guess it didn't help that I had no idea whose name the room was registered under…well I didn't even know your full names."

"Grey…although I guess you already know that," Christian says.

"I do," since I know his brother it was obvious what his last name was.

"Jason Taylor," Taylor says.

"Jason?" that surprises me.

"It's still Taylor," he chuckles. "Kids used to call me by my last night in school because there were so many kids named Jason. It just sort of stuck; I rarely use Jason."

"Anastasia Steele," I introduce myself which just sounds silly since I've spent so much time with them both of them and we know each other…intimately.

"We tried to find you," Christian says. "We knew you took Uber from the hotel but they wouldn't give us any information about where they took you or even confirm they picked you up that day."

"You tried to find me?"

"Yes," Taylor answers quickly.

"We didn't have anything to go on even when we got back to Seattle," Christian explains. "I still can't believe you were so close this entire time."

"I know…who would have thought," I agree.

"So….what do we do now?" Taylor asks after we all move our food around our plates, no one really eating after such a heavy conversation.

"What do you want Ana?" Christian asks.

"I…I don't know," I admit. "But I don't want this to be a Vegas thing; I don't want to lose you two again."

"We don't want this to be a Vegas thing either," Taylor says.

"Really?" I look at both of them surprised.

"I have no idea how this is going to work, but we want to maybe see where this goes once we get back to Seattle tonight," Christian explains.

"I'd like that," I smile.

"You would?" It's Christian's turn to sound surprised.

"I…I haven't been able get either of you out of my head since we met," I admit.

"Us either," Taylor says and Christian nods in agreement.

"So...how will this work?" I ask trying to wrap my head around the idea of seeing them again in Seattle. "We're going to date….?"

"We'll figure it out as we go," Christian says.

"The three of us will date…well Christian and I will both date you," Taylor offers.

"What about….other people?" I ask hesitantly not knowing what they're thinking.

"There are no other people; just the three of us," Taylor looks confused.

"We date, just the three of us, exclusively," Christian says firmly leaving no room for another option.

"Okay, good," I let out the breath I was holding. I don't want to even think about them with another woman; which sounds really odd after only spending what equates to a less than two days total with them.

"We'll figure it out as we go," Taylor suggests. "We don't need to have everything figured out now, but we definitely want to see you in Seattle."

"Me too."