Chpt. 6 TPOV:

"Fuck, I wanted to kiss her goodbye," I complain to Christian the moment we get in his truck.

"Me too."

As luck would have it, on the plane Ana was seated near the front with Kate's parents while Christian and I were seated towards the rear with my parents. Then of course as we all gathered our luggage, both sets of parents were constantly around. Kate's parents had already planned to drive Ana back to the apartment she shares with Kate and soon to be Elliot I suppose now that they're married. With the wedding happening so fast Elliot hadn't mentioned moving out of the condo we all share, but I'm sure it'll happen when he gets back from his honeymoon. He had been spending most nights with Kate before the wedding anyway.

"I guess we hadn't thought about how that part would work," I think aloud. "Do we tell people….?"

"Fuck if I know."

"Maybe we see how things go between us and then decide when to tell people," I suggest.

"Yeah, that might be for the best."

"Do you think she'll want to tell people that she's dating both of us…together?"

"Why the hell wouldn't she?" Christian sounds angry as he glares at me.

"It's a little…unconventional," I point out the obvious.

"What the fuck would people care who we're dating? Why would it matter?"

"People don't like what they don't think is normal."

"Then people can go fuck themselves," Christian shrugs.

There's no point in arguing with Christian, he's always been the type who doesn't care what others think. Personally, I have no one who would really care what I did in my personal life outside of Christian and Elliot but I don't know Ana's situation enough to say the same. She hasn't talked about her family, so all we really know is that her mom passed away just before we met her two years ago. What would happen when she explains to her father that she's dating two men at the same time? What if she doesn't want to tell anyone that she's dating both of us? What if she wanted to date one of us in public and the other…

"We'll figure it out," Christian says likely sensing my concern. "Let's just see how things go now that we're all back in Seattle. Like we told Ana, we go out at our own pace. I don't give a shit what others think, but I get not everyone can say the same. Let's cross that bridge when we get to it."

"You're right," I reluctantly agree.

"How are things looking for this week?" Christian changes the subject after a few minutes of silence.

"We've got three new client meetings, two projects that are expected to wrap up in the next two weeks and hopefully the permits we've been waiting for will come through on the Jones project so we can get a start on that."

The rest of the drive is spent going over what our week will look like; although we outlined most of it before leaving for Vegas with Elliot a couple other issues have come up so we needed to adjust things. Christian and I both stay up late responding to emails so when we start our day tomorrow there's at least a little less to do. When I finally head to bed for the night, sometime after 1am, my mind immediately goes to Ana. Fuck, I never thought we would find her again let alone practically pick up where we left off two years ago. When I saw her walking down the aisle, the only thing that stopped me from going to her was Christian's hand on my tux jacket which reminded me of where I was. The entire time over dinner I kept trying to find a way that I could get Ana alone somewhere to talk but of course it never worked out that way. I was dying to know what she was thinking. Did she regret that night? Did she feel the connection that we felt to her? Was she embarrassed by what had happened? My only relief was that Christian said she would be coming to our room that night to talk.

The moment I opened the door, I had to touch her – not doing so wasn't even an option. I barely had the door shut before my hands were on her. It was as if the last two years didn't exist or that we somehow jumped in time and went back two years to Georgia. Ana's lips were on mine and Christian quickly had his hands on her too. We were so in synch with each other, just like two years ago.

Just thinking about how Ana's naked body felt against mine has me rock hard. I yank my underwear down, taking my dick in my hand imagining instead that it was Ana's hand on me. I picture her straddling me, rubbing my dick through her soft folds until her juices coat me. It takes everything in me not to thrust into her when she slides me down to her sweet opening, knowing how tight she is and how much she wants me right now. Instead, she rubs me back and forth against her; her breath catches when I bump her clit. Needing to feel closer to her, I wrap an arm around her back and bring her beautiful pink nipples to my mouth. I alternate between them; I suck, nip, bite and pull each into my mouth until she's the one moaning in need. The next time she brings me to her opening, she plunges down taking me completely in until I bump against her cervix. She screams out my name as the orgasm that had been building finally hits her.

"Ana…." I hiss as my own orgasm hits me. Unfortunately instead of coming deep inside of Ana's sweet body, I've come in my hand and on my stomach. I groan, part of me still unsatisfied because Ana isn't lying next to me in bed.

She's still on my mind when I wake up the next morning so after my shower I send her a text, thankful we thought to exchange numbers this time before we left the hotel.

Morning beautiful – T

Morning. How did you sleep –A

I pause before I answer wondering if I should tell her the truth.

Would have slept better if you were here –T

I settle for something in the middle; I did manage to sleep a few hours last night but I tossed and turned as usual so I woke feeling restless.

Me too –A

Well…fuck that was unexpected. Why didn't she sleep good last night?

Want to meet up for lunch today? –T

Sounds good. I'm home all day, just getting my portfolio updated so let me know when and where works for you –A

"Want to meet Ana for lunch?" I ask Christian as soon as I enter the kitchen where he is sitting at the small table typing away on his phone.

"Yeah, sure. I can do around one if that works for everyone," he says barely glancing up from his phone.

I quickly check my schedule, seeing that I can also meet around that time and quickly send Ana a text with the name of a small sandwich shop not far from the sites we both should be at today. She quickly responds, confirming the time and place works for her.

"Anything going on I need to worry about?" I ask seeing that Christian is still focusing on his phone.

"The foreman on the Anderson home is saying there's an issue with the inspection…I'm trying to figure it out from the report he sent me but I think I just need to head over there this morning."

"If you need me to cover something-"

"Nah, I should be able to squeeze it in but if I can't I'll let you know."

"No problem."

I quickly grab a cup of coffee and throw a couple eggs into the pan to start cooking as I read through the emails on my phone. There's a couple that I can quickly respond to and a few others that need to wait until I'm either on site or at least in front of a computer. I forward a couple to our office manager asking her to schedule a couple of meetings to discuss further. The morning passes by far too quickly, I visit two current sites and one future site all before heading to meet Ana for lunch.

Tied up with an inspector. Can't make lunch –C

Everything ok? –T

Fn red tape shit –C

Let me know if you need me to cover your afternoon meeting –T

Might need you to; will let you know –C

Unfortunately last minute cancelations are something we've grown use to over the last two years. Whether it's clients requesting/demanding last minute meetings, inspectors showing up unannounced or an emergency something tends to come up more times than not. At first it use to drive us all crazy, but over time we've just come to sort of expect it.

"Hi," I greet Ana who is already seated at a table when I walk in. She stands when I approach and quickly leans in to kiss me before I join her at the table.

"Christian isn't able to make it, unfortunately we have an inspection issue going on-"

"He texted me a few minutes ago letting me know."

"Oh good."

"So what's good here? I assume you've been here before since you suggested it?" Ana asks.

"I have. I practically lived here a few months ago," I chuckle at the memory. "We were working on this project just a few blocks from here that just wouldn't end. It was problem after problem after problem. I was at that site every day, all day for a nearly a month straight. Every day I ate here for lunch and sometimes stopped by to pick up something to take home for dinner."

"Wow…were the owners happy with the end result?"

"They were, but all the changes they kept making to the design of the home ended up doubling the originally estimated time. Part of the issue was they would change the design after permits were obtained so we would then have to submit new permits and start all over again."

"I don't typically have permit issues with the design work I do, but I know what it's like for customers to change their minds with designs constantly."

We spend the next hour eating lunch and talking; just like in Georgia that night talking with Ana comes naturally. Much of our conversation focuses on our work; we show each other pictures from our phones of some of the projects we recently finished. Elliot wasn't kidding when he said Ana had talent; just from looking at the pictures on her phone I knew immediately she was what we were looking for in a design for our commercial side. I have no doubt that once Elliot returns from his honeymoon and we all meet with Ana, she'll be working for us in no time.

"I need to get going; unfortunately I have meeting on the other side of town," I say once I realize what time it is.

"Oh! I didn't mean to talk your ear off," she blushes an adorable shade of red.

"You didn't," I assure her.

"Do you-"

"Can I-"

We both laugh as we tried to talk at the same time.

"Go ahead," I suggest.

"Would you and Christian like to come over for dinner tonight? I don't know what your schedule is like or if it's possible-"

"If you don't mind a late dinner, I think we should be able to come by around seven."

"Oh good, I'll plan something."

"If there's anything we can bring just let us know."

"I will. Oh…you were going to say something."

"I was going to ask when I could see you again," I chuckle.

"Oh," she giggles.

"I'll see you tonight Ana," I lean in and kiss her before wrapping my arm around her waist. The fact that we're on the middle of a sidewalk and people are walking by, doesn't stop my dick from hardening just from having her lips on mine.

"I'll see you tonight," she whispers.

"Tonight," I repeat.

CPOV:

Dinner tonight 7pm –T

Who the fuck with now? I didn't schedule a new client meeting tonight –C

I'm at the end of my fucking rope today and now Taylor is texting me telling me I need to meet with a new fucking client. I love our business, don't get me wrong. I love how successful we've become in just two short years but after dealing with bureaucratic bullshit all day really I just want to go home and have a cold beer.

Can we reschedule the meeting until tomorrow? -C

Dinner tonight is with Ana. Do you still want to reschedule? –T

Fuck no. I'll be there –C

Thank fuck it's with Ana; I felt horrible for canceling our lunch plans with her but there's no way I was going to be able to get out of the surprise inspection that was thrown on our doorstep this morning. My foreman is great, but this guy even through me for a loop. I haven't been able to get Ana off my mind for more than a few minutes since we left Vegas yesterday afternoon. Fuck, I wanted to invite her back to our apartment as soon as the plane landed and if Kate's parents hadn't already planned to drive her home I probably would have insisted she come with us.

Everything with Ana is different; everything I want with Ana is different. I've had more one night stands than I should probably admit to and I was fine with that for years. In the service, one night stands were easy because our lives made new relationships nearly impossible. And I was fine with that; I never wanted anything more than that. Two years ago though, after one night with Ana I knew it wasn't enough. I hadn't felt that again…not until last night in Vegas with Ana again. I don't know what it is about her that makes me want something different with her. It's not just the sex, which is fucking incredible; it's about her and how she makes me feel…different.

"You ready to leave in 5 minutes?" Taylor pokes his head into my office and asks.

"Yup," I sigh closing my laptop realizing I haven't read a single email in the past hour. "How was lunch with Ana?"

"It was…nice," he says.

"Nice?"

"I don't know. We ate and talked; I stayed far longer than I should have and was almost late for meeting with the window company. It just felt…nice. There was no awkwardness like you have when you go out with someone you barely know. There was no wondering what to say next."

"You're never late," Taylor is always on time for everything. Hell he is usually ten to fifteen minutes early for all of our meetings.

"I know. We got talking about work and I lost track of time. She showed me some of her designs on her phone; fuck man Elliot was right she's really good."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck yeah."

"You think she's what we need?"

Once I asked the question I realized it could have been taken very differently than how I had meant it. Suddenly though I'm not sure how I really meant the question.

"Yeah, I do."

Somehow I think Taylor's answer applies to both the asked and the unasked question. I never considered sharing a woman with anyone; in bed or out of bed yet here we are doing just that. Hell if you would have told me a few years ago that I would be dating a beautiful girl who is also dating my best friend at the same time and that the three of us have shared a bed together on numerous occasions, I would have asked what drugs you were on. I never would have considered something like this, but now we're giving it a shot. If it were with anyone else, I doubt I would be doing this. But sharing Ana with Taylor? That just seems right and I have no fucking idea why.

We leave the office a few minutes later, stop and grab two bottles of wine then drive the short distance to Ana's apartment. I hadn't realized how close Ana lived to our office, but it makes even more sense why Elliot spent most of his time here and why Kate hadn't come to our apartment. We ring the buzzer for Ana's apartment and are quickly buzzed up. We take the elevator to the floor Ana had indicated in her text and immediately find her at the door waiting for us.

"Hi," Ana stands on her toes and kisses Taylor on the lips before stepping closer to me and doing the same. I smile against her lips and pull her warm body against mine. I lift her by the waist and walk the few steps into her apartment before Taylor closes the door behind me. She's dressed in a pair of incredibly fitting jeans that shows off her ass perfectly. I grab her ass before setting her back on floor, now inside her apartment and she giggles against my lips just before I pull back.

"I'm sorry I missed lunch," I say.

"It's okay, I get it. Trust me, I've had to cancel plans with Kate enough times because of client meetings."

"Something smells delicious," Taylor comments and as soon as he does I take a deep breath taking in the different spices in the air.

"It's nothing fancy….just chicken parmigiana and pasta."

"Our dinners typically consist of hot dogs, pizza, burgers or take out so chicken parmigiana sounds phenomenal right now."

"Neither of you cook?" she asks.

"I don't, at all," I admit.

"I can cook the basics," Taylor answers.

"He can cook more than the basics," I argue. "But he rarely does."

"I'm usually too beat by the time I get home; take out is usually the best option but if we don't go that route then it's whatever I can cook as quickly as possible."

"I don't have nearly the amount of time to cook as I would like but I enjoy it so I try to find time to cook even if it's at 10 or 11 at night," she takes the bottles of wine from us and leads us into the kitchen. The apartment is very warm and inviting; instead of looking as if an interior designer lives here it looks…like a home. "Please, have a seat and I'll bring dinner over," she gestures to the dining room table which has three place settings set up.

Taylor takes a seat at the table, but I follow Ana into the kitchen. When she walks up to the stove to stir whatever is under the lid of a pot, I step behind her and peer over her shoulder. I can't get enough of how her body feels against mine or of the soft, faint vanilla scent of her hair.

"You smell delicious," I whisper in her ear causing her to shiver against me.

"Go sit down," she hands me a dish of rolls and I chuckle as she practically pushes me out of the kitchen.

I missed you last night…the thought seems to come out of nowhere as I watch her move all the food into serving dishes before bringing them to the table. Taylor gets up to take care of the wine but I can't just stop watching her for some reason. That's when I realize my thought was spot on; I did miss her last night. Just like I missed her when we left Georgia two years ago…alone.

"This is really good Ana," Taylor's words pull me from my thoughts. There's a plate of food in front of me, yet I have no idea how it got there.

"Thank you," she blushes at the complement.

"Delicious," I agree once I actually taste the wonderful creation in front of me.

"Do you have family in Seattle Ana?" Taylor asks.

There's a look in Ana's eyes that's gone too quickly; gone before I can figure out exactly what it was.

"No," she replies quietly. "I don't have any family."

"Any at all or any in Seattle?" I ask I know now the look in her eyes already told me the answer.

"Any at all," her voice is practically a whisper. "My father passed away when I was a baby; my mother…well you already know she passed two years ago. I was an only child."

I have a feeling there's a story to tell that goes beyond just her parents; I have to force myself not to ask further since it's clear she's uncomfortable. Suddenly I'm overcome with a strong need to protect Ana; I want to find anyone whoever hurt her and make them pay for what they did.

And I have no idea where this is coming from. I've never felt…so protective of anyone before, well except Mia and Elliot but they're family.

"What about you?" she asks Taylor.

"My family is mostly in California," Taylor answers but I'm not surprised when he doesn't elaborate. Over one drunk night Taylor told me about his parents and what it was like growing up in the aftermath of what happened. We both had a lot to drink after that story. "We're not close so when Christian and I had leave at the same time his family was kind enough to welcome me into their home as well."

"I feel like I know most of your family already Christian," she giggles and I'm immediately relieved to see her mood shift as the focus is off of her.

"I suppose you do," I agree. "Not much more to say; Mom's a pediatrician in the emergency room and dad's a lawyer. Mia works just finished a degree in culinary and is working under a chef at a local seafood restaurant. And of course you know Elliot."

The conversation shifts away from family and on to…less heavy topics as we finish our dinner. We help Ana clear the table and load the dishwasher even though she argues we don't have to help her. We then take our wine glasses and settle onto the living couch watching some sitcom that I pay very little attention to. Instead my attention is entirely on Ana who sits between Taylor and me. When I catch him glancing at Ana more often than at the television I know I'm not the only one not paying attention to the show.

I place my finger on Ana's chin, turning her so she's looking at me; when her eyes find mine any rational thought leaves and the only thing I can think about is kissing her. So I do just that; she moans the moment my lips touch hers instantly leaning into me. I barely register Taylor taking the wine glass from our hands, but I've never been more grateful as I wrap my hands around Ana's hips and pull her onto my lap. She straddles my thighs, pressing her beautiful body against mine yet it still doesn't feel close enough.

When she pulls back from me, I open my eyes wondering the reason. Instead of seeing her eyes, her gorgeous tits are right in front of me which is only when I notice that Taylor is in the process of taking off her shirt. My hands immediately go to her breasts, quickly yanking them from the confides of the baby blue lace bra she's wearing. She moans when I tease her nipple between my teeth; looking up I see Taylor bending down to kiss her. My dick is throbbing, pressing against the zipper of my pants so hard it's almost painful. Ana's hips begin to slowly rock against me when I press her breasts together and switch from nipple to nipple, biting and sucking on each of them. I slip my hands down her bare stomach to the waist of her jeans, when she doesn't give any indication of objecting, I unbutton them and tug the zipper down as far as it will go.

"Need these off," I groan against her nipple when I try unsuccessfully to push her legs which are still straddling my thighs.

Taylor gently lifts Ana from my lap, turning her away from me before he takes her lips in his. Standing up from the couch, I stand behind Ana and gently push the waistband of her jeans down. I kiss my way down her back, nibbling and sucking as I go. When I reach the waistband of the blue lace thong she's wearing, I slip my fingers beneath it and tug it down until it reaches her jeans around her ankles. My hands glide down her smooth, fit legs lifting each one to slide her jeans off of her.

Kissing my way back up her legs, I pause briefly to nudge her thighs apart before slipping my fingers through her wet folds. She moans as her head falls back, her hips pushing against my hand trying to push herself onto me. I chuckle before nipping her ass cheek and continue sliding my fingers through her sex taking my time to explore her everywhere except she wants me the most. I kiss my way back up her, when I get close to her face she turns and takes my mouth in hers. I love when she lets herself go and takes what she wants like this. When I pull back, I look down to see Taylor's attention focused on her nipples. I don't know what it is but watching him bite her and suck on her nipples turning her on even more arouses me. Knowing that the two of us can bring her so much pleasure…

"Please," she begs just as I tease her opening again.

"You want me Ana?" I ask already knowing the answer.

"Yes…please," she pants.

"You want me deep inside of you? My dick hitting that spot inside of you, making you scream my name as you come while Taylor plays those beautiful nipples?"

"YES!" she screams out just as Taylor bites down harder on her nipple.

Her juices are coating my fingers as she rocks against me, desperately trying to maneuver my fingers into her but I don't let her. I continue to tease her, keeping her right on the edge while Taylor quickly sheds his clothes but he continues to tease her nipples while doing so. She's moaning, groaning between us as we bring her right to the edge without pushing her over. I unbutton my pants and yank them down with one hand, pausing only briefly to grab the condom that I tossed in the pocket earlier. I didn't want to assume we'd end up like this but I certainly had hoped we would. She moans in clear disappointment when I pull my hand from her sex to pull my shirt off. I quickly return them to her sex and wrap an arm around her stomach pulling her against me, letting her know just how much I want her.

I walk her over to the arm of the couch; Taylor's eyes are glued to her chest obviously enjoying the way her breasts bounce with each step she takes. I reach up and roll one between my thumb and finger, causing them both to groan as it quickly hardens against my touch.

"You want this?" I ask one final time as Taylor takes the seat on the couch where I had just been sitting.

"Yes…God yes," she moans.

I urge her to bend over the arm of the couch; this lifts her perk ass right to me. I groan when she spreads her legs giving me the perfect view of her glistening sex. I quickly open the condom and roll it on my throbbing dick. I slip my fingers through her folds one final time, loving the way she arches into my touch while whispering my name. I place myself at her opening and watch as she leans over to take Taylor into her mouth. His hand is on her head, guiding her although it doesn't look like she needs much help as she bobs her head up and down on him. When I put my hands on her hips, intent on slowly easing into her she surprises me by thrusting herself against me until my balls slap against her clit. She cries out, the orgasm hitting her almost immediately. She cries out having been on the edge for far too long as the orgasm rips through her. My hands slip to her ass, gently pulling her apart so I can watch myself disappearing into her as she rocks herself against me, riding out the final waves of her orgasm.

"Fuck Ana," I hiss desperately trying to hold off the orgasm that she's trying to pull from me. It's the first time I've been inside of her in more than two years; I'm determined to not let this end too quickly. If it were up to me, I'd spend all night buried deep inside of her warm sex. "You feel so fucking amazing."

"Her mouth….fuck man," Taylor groans. "She swallows me…and it feels like she's fucking me with her throat."

Oh yeah…and it feels fucking amazing.

I slowly begin moving, my eyes glued to our connection where I can watch myself move in and out of her body. I watch and feel as her body hugs my dick, trying to suck it back into her warm body each time I pull out. I watch as her juices coat the condom; I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be inside of her without a barrier. I've never been with a woman without a condom, but damn if I would say no if Ana told me to take this one off right now.

"You so tight Ana….I'm not going to last much longer," I groan when she grips me tighter hearing my words. I love how responsive she is not only to our touch but to our words as well.

With each thrust in, my movements become more erratic as the need to come quickly becomes too much. She's moaning around Taylor although I can tell she's struggling to focus on him when I'm fucking her so deeply. I reach around and slide my fingers down until they find her clit; she screams out the moment I apply the slightest pressure to it. It only takes two more thrusts before she falls apart, pulling away from Taylor just long enough to call out my name as the orgasm hits her. This time I give in and let her body suck the orgasm from mine; I thrust deeply into her causing her moan again as I erupt inside of her.

It takes a few minutes, or maybe even longer, before I can function again. I slowly lift her from the couch, bringing her against my body just as Taylor stands up.

"You were….there are no words baby," I whisper to her wishing I could say something.

Fucking amazing is the only thing that comes to mind but even that isn't anywhere near enough to describe what just happened.

"How about we move this to the bedroom?" Taylor suggests as he comes to stand in front of us. Ana wraps her hands around his neck before leaning up to kiss him. His hands immediately go to her tits and her sex clenches around me at the touch. I groan and reluctantly slip out of her warm sex knowing I need to take care of this condom.

Taylor quickly lifts her, she wraps her legs around his waist before indicating her bedroom is down the hall. As we pass the bathroom, I quickly dart in to toss the condom and wash up. I walk into the bedroom to find Ana laid out on the edge of the bed with Taylor thrusting hard into her while her legs are wrapped around his waist. Her hands are clutching the bedspread as her body arches in need. Taylor's hands are gripping her hips tightly as he holds her just above the bed. Watching her breasts bounce with each thrust as me nearly hard again; I force myself to the other side of the bed and slowly climb on next to Ana. Taylor's eyes open and he watches me as I move over Ana's chest just before wrapping my lips around her hardened nipple.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ana screams out in surprise and her body tenses as she comes yet again.

Taylor groans and I know it's because of how tightly she's gripping him right now; her body rocks against him while her chest arches into me pushing her breasts closer to my mouth. It doesn't take Taylor but a few more thrusts before he is calling out her name as the orgasm finally hits him. While he takes care of his condom, I wrap my arms around her beautiful body and turn her around on the bed so her head is now on the pillows.

"Stay," she whispers grabbing my arm.

"Okay," I lie down beside her and pull her against me. We may not have planned on spending the night, but right now there isn't anything that could drive me away from here.

Taylor walks into the room and upon seeing us in bed he leaves the room to quickly turn on the bathroom light before turning off the bedroom one. Although when the bedroom light turns off I realize he didn't need to turn off the bathroom light as two nightlights immediately turn on providing a soft glow to the room. Taylor quickly joins us in Ana's bed which is probably too small for three people, but none of us complain. Ana wraps her arm around Taylor's stomach, resting her head on his shoulder. My arm remains firm around her waist, anchoring her lower body against mine. I listen to her breathing slow before it evens out when she falls asleep.