Chpt. 29 CPOV:

The last few days have been so much busier than normal as we try to get everything covered that needs to be covered while we're in California for Taylor's grandmother's funeral this weekend. We've all been putting in 12 plus hours a day between meetings, calls and visits to the sites. We've been so busy that it's been a few days since the three of us managed to sit down to dinner together. No one complains though, because even though Taylor hadn't expected us to go with him to the funeral, there's no denying by any of us that we need to be there for him.

Fuck….the day he found out his grandmother died will go down in history as one of the scariest moments of my life. For those couple of hours when we didn't know where he was, I was more scared than I've been in years. In fact the only other time that I remember being that scared was when we had to evac from the plane and Taylor and I had lost each other during the jump. But even then, that was a different type of scared. The other day, not knowing where he was or why he disappeared, is something I never want to experience again.

I haven't told either Taylor or Ana, but when Ana called me and said she couldn't find Taylor was that he freaked out because of what had happened between the two of us that morning. Even though he seemed fine when we left the condo and even when we were texting earlier in the day, I still worried that the more he thought about what had happened between us the more effected by it he became. It was the first time that had something had happened between us without Ana being with us. While what happened surprised me, in a way it didn't. It just felt…right.

Yet when Ana told me she couldn't find Taylor that's immediately where my mind went. And it stayed there, right up until Elliot called to tell us about the call that Taylor received earlier that day. I don't know that I've ever felt so relieved in that moment. It only lasted a few minutes because then reality set in and my focus changed to finding Taylor. I knew he wouldn't be in a good place when we found him given how long he had been gone. I could only imagine what he was thinking and remembering being by himself for the those few hours. I couldn't drive to the trail fast enough.

Seeing Ana so worried forced me to keep my own feelings in check; I focused on remembering everything from our training to keep my head in the game. I pushed everything else aside and only focused on finding Taylor and making sure he was okay. The moment we found him at the overlook, I held onto Ana so tightly I was later afraid I had hurt her. I knew she wanted to rush towards him because that the exact thing I wanted to do. We both wanted to make sure he was okay, that he wasn't hurt and then find out what the hell had happened.

Ana's reaction to seeing him though surprised me; the entire time she had been worried and scared but when she realized he wasn't hurt she became angry. I think Taylor was just as confused by her response as I was, but he just wrapped his arms around her and held her while reassuring her that he was okay. When he reached out for me, any lingering doubt vanished. The three of us were okay and no matter what had happened we would work through it.

Initially I was taken back when Taylor said he hadn't expected us to go to the funeral with him, because there was no way in hell Ana and I were letting him go back there by himself. Not when seeing his family and the houses he had stayed in would remind him of his mother and what had happened. I let him know under no circumstances would Ana and I not go with him. When I found Ana's eyes in the rear view mirror I know she felt the same way; like me she was surprised that he would think that we wouldn't go with him but also determined to not let him go by himself. Not having anyone there for him after his mother was killed really fucked him up in that sense. He doesn't expect people to be there for him, but Ana and I are determined to prove to him otherwise.

Since that night we haven't really talked about the funeral; Ana and I have made all the arrangements for traveling. I think Taylor is just trying not to deal with it until he has to, not that I blame him. Ana has been amazing with all of this; she's made sure that even with our schedules being so crazy this week that we've all had a warm meal waiting for us at home. She hasn't once complained that neither of us have had time to get back to the house with her to coordinate the installation of the kitchen or bathroom. I have no idea how, but she always seems to know exactly what any of us need even when we don't know. The one night when things were especially crazy at one of the projects that Taylor and I were working on together, she picked up pizza, wings and even a case of beer and had it waiting for us when we got home. After a fucking crazy ass day pizza, wings, beer and the woman we love was exactly what we needed.

Can we meet for lunch today? –A

Hmmm, I can't remember the last time we were able to have lunch together. It just rarely works out with any of our schedules especially considering we could be in several different locations throughout the day.

I don't have much time today…maybe around 2ish? –C

I hate that it sounds like I have to squeeze her in; I hope like hell she understands that it's not what I'm trying to do. We're planning on being in California for several days for the funeral so we're trying to cram everything in before we leave. I hate like hell leaving everything on Elliot, but thankfully he understood.

That should be fine. Just let me know where –A

Want me to see if T is free? -C

No. –A

? –C

I'll explain over lunch –A

K – C

I send her the name of small café that isn't far from one of the sites I need to be at and she confirms that it works for her. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't concerned that she just wants to have lunch with me and not with me and Taylor. I'm tempted to call him and see if he knows what's going on; for all I know maybe the two of them already met up today and talked about whatever Ana wants to talk to me about. Though it doesn't make sense why she wouldn't talk to both of us at the same time if something was bothering her.

Fuck…I should call her and have her just tell me whatever it is over the phone. I'm about to do that when my phone rings with one of the foreman for the site I'm heading to right now. Of course as luck would have it the delivery was fucked up and now I need to go deal with that instead of calling Ana to see what's going on. I spend the drive to the site trying to fix the fuck up that was made by the distribution center so that when I finally get to the site we have a plan in place that will hopefully not push our schedule back too much. For the next two hours I'm so fucking busy that I don't have time to sit and wonder about why Ana wants to meet with me without Taylor. In fact I'm so busy I'm late leaving to meet her; by the time I arrive at the café Ana is already seated at a table and has two plates of food already on the table.

"Sorry I'm late," I lean in and kiss her before sitting down. "Is everything okay? Is something wrong?"

"Everything is fine," she looks at me confused. "Why?"

"I can't remember the last time we met up for lunch during the day," I point out. "And you said not to ask Taylor to join us…"

"Oh," she realizes. "I…I didn't want you to invite Taylor because I wanted to talk to you about him."

"Okay…." Now I'm more worried. "Is he okay? Did his aunt call again? Did-"

"Christian, relax," she giggles the sound of which does exactly that. I don't know how but I'm instantly feeling calmer by her response. "Taylor is fine…at least I assume he is. We texted earlier and he seemed fine."

"You said you wanted to talk about him?"

"I'm worried about how stressful the funeral is going to be on him," she begins. "Well the funeral and seeing everyone and…just being back there. It sounds like he hasn't been back since he left after graduation right?"

"He's never mentioned going back; I don't think he maintained contact with anyone after he left but maybe he did with his grandmother if they were that close. Although I don't remember him ever getting mail from anyone other than the care packages my mother would send us."

"I figured as much."

"It's definitely not going to be easy for him," I agree. "He'll be fine though, especially with us both there. We won't let him get caught up in everything again."

"No we won't."

"I won't let him disappear again Ana. I don't care if that means that you and I are glued to his side 24/7, he's not going to disappear by himself without one of us knowing," I assure her wondering if that's what she's worried about.

"You and me both," she giggles.

"Is that what you're worried about?"

"No…I mean not really," she suddenly looks nervous which is making me nervous.

"What is it?"

"I'm worried…"

"About?"

"With how stressful everything is going to be for him…what if…"

"What if what baby?" I put my hand over hers.

"What if….the three of us being there together…what if it just adds more stress? What if it makes things worse for him? I mean…look at how your family responded to finding out the three of us where together. Can you imagine how people who haven't seen Taylor in years might react if they find out that the three of us are engaged? While dealing with the death of Taylor's grandmother?"

"So you want to hide?" Now I'm fucking pissed; Ana's the one from the beginning who said she didn't want to hide that the three of us are together and now she's saying she wants to hide us?

"No!" she answers quickly. "I don't want to hide our relationship. Christian if it were about me, I wouldn't give a shit. But, that's easy for me to say because I don't have a big family to think about. In fact I don't have any aunts or uncles or cousins or anyone else who would give two shits about who I was engaged to."

"Ana," I gasp at the bluntness of her words. They're true, but still…

"It's true," she shrugs.

"Not entirely," I ague. "You have Kate; I'm sure you were nervous for her response when you first told her that we were together."

"No….well, maybe. I guess, maybe I was a little nervous."

"You're confusing me," I admit after a couple of minutes of silence. "You don't want to hide our relationship but you're worried that it's going to be too stressful for Taylor…"

"I don't want to hide us from anyone Christian," her eyes find mine as her words reassure me. "But I don't want to make things harder for Taylor either. I can't imagine how hard this is going to be for him-"

"Me either."

"I…guess I'm just wondering if…"

"If we didn't tell them that we're together," I realize what she's saying.

"Yeah."

I take a deep breath and try to process what she's saying. I keep remembering her words: that she doesn't want to hide our relationship. The moment our eyes met I knew she meant those words. I shouldn't have doubted her; she had no issues with the guy from the kitchen and bath store knowing exactly why we needed a three person shower in our home. She's never stopped from showing both of us affection when we're out together. The only time we're really cautious about our relationship is at work but I think it would be that way with anyone.

"I'm worried that this is going to be hard enough on Taylor without his so called family blowing up on him about something they don't understand," she explains.

"No, you're right," what she's saying makes sense even if the last thing I want to do is hide our relationship.

"I am?"

"This is going to be hard enough on Taylor; I don't want these people freaking out on him over…us on top of everything else."

"Christian, you know this isn't what I want either-"

"I know baby," I squeeze her hand tightly. "What does Taylor think about it?"

"I…I haven't talked to him yet. I wanted to see what you thought first. I know he isn't going to be happy with the idea, just like neither of us are. But I thought…I thought maybe if you thought this was a good idea that maybe you could help me convince him that we should do this?"

"Yeah I don't think he's going to be thrilled with this. Knowing him he's going to be stubborn and try to insist we shouldn't hide especially from the people who…"

"If it wasn't his grandmother's funeral I'd probably agree with him, but they were pretty close so this is going to be hard enough on him."

"You're right. Let's talk to him tonight about it; we'll find a way to convince him that this is for the best."

"Thank you," she smiles and I can almost see the weight leaving her shoulders. I love that she was so worried about Taylor and at the same time she wanted to talk with me first. If she talked to us both at the same time about this I probably would side with Taylor and say fuck them, we're not hiding our relationship. But like always Ana has a way of making everything make sense.

"How's the house coming along? I hate like hell that we haven't been back there since that day," since the day Taylor disappeared.

"The crew is amazing," she beams. "It's coming together faster than I expected; I really think we'll be able to start moving our stuff by the end of next week."

"Really? That soon?"

"I think so. Plumbing should be finished tomorrow, then it's just a matter of connecting a few pieces but then the master bathroom and kitchen will be done. Appliances come in early next week and the bed should be here tomorrow. I've already picked up the temporary closets for our clothes to use until the master bedroom is finished."

"I can't wait," I admit.

"Me either, I love how everything is coming together."

We don't have much time left before Ana has to dash off to a meeting with a client, but she shows me pictures of the work that's been completed since she showed us pictures the other night. I love that she takes pictures every day and shows us how things are progressing. She doesn't complain that we haven't been there in person to check it out, yet when we have time together she makes sure we know what's been going on there. I can't wait until the three of us move into the house; I can't wait to see how it's all coming together.

"I'll see you tonight?" she leans against me as I lean against her car.

"I'll be late," with my arms wrapped around her waist I lean in and kiss her.

"Don't be too late," she nips at my lip and fuck if it doesn't go straight to my dick. Of course it doesn't help that her beautiful body is pressed against mine, reminding me just how she feels when she's below me or laying on top of me with my dick buried inside of her.

"If we don't stop I'm going to haul you into the back seat of your car and-"

"Christian!" she gasps as her eyes dart around making sure no one overheard me. I love the pink tint in her cheeks as she takes in my words.

"You have an appointment and I need to get to another site across town," I kiss her again and groan when her tongue seeks out mine.

"Yes," she pants when I pull back slightly.

"But as soon as I get home…"

"Yes," she moans.

"I love you Ana."

"I love you too Christian."

It's several more minutes before Ana steps away from me and even longer before I'm able to even think about walking to my truck. I watch as she pulls out of the parking spot and heads in the opposite direction of where I'm heading next. I wish like hell I could blow off the rest of my day and just head home with her, or head somewhere with her where I wouldn't have to worry about people seeing her.

The rest of the day drags on, slower than ever especially knowing that Ana and Taylor are waiting at home for me. It's later than I expected it to be when I finally start the drive back to the condo; I had hoped to be home an hour ago but I got caught in traffic between two of the sites which just pushed everything else back. Thank God that I met Ana for lunch earlier or I don't think I would have had a chance to eat all day.

Walking into the condo, initially I think that no one is home because I'm met with absolute silence. I'm reaching for my phone to call one of them to see if they decided to go out for dinner somewhere when I hear a soft moan coming from our bedroom. A smile immediately forms on my lips knowing the cause of that moan; I quietly set my keys, wallet and phone on the coffee table and kick off my shoes before quietly walking down the hall to our room. I stand in the doorway, watching as Ana and Taylor slowly take off each other's clothes. They haven't realized that I'm home yet, so I take advantage of these few minutes to watch.

"I want to taste you," Taylor groans against her lips and my dick grows even harder at his words.

"Yes," she moans as he slips a finger into her. "I want…."

"You want what baby?" he whispers just loud enough for me to hear.

"I want to taste you too."

Taylor's eyes open wide at her words, I can tell the moment he realizes I'm in the room. I put my finger to my lips indicating he shouldn't tell Ana yet. I want to watch for a little while longer and for whatever reason she's being a little bold right now and I don't want to interrupt that. I watch her hand slip between their bodies moments before Taylor groans and closes his eyes. I unbutton my pants needing to provide a little more space to my throbbing dick. Taylor leads Ana over to the bed where they both climb on; he lays down in the center of the bed. I nearly groan when he guides Ana on top of him, so her sweet sex is above his mouth. She slowly lowers her body of his, kissing him as she works her way to his dick and that's all it takes - I'm fucking done. I step into the hallway and strip out of my clothes, desperately trying to be quiet but at the same point too fucking turned on to give a shit if they hear me. I take my dick in my hand, desperate for some relief but unfortunately it doesn't compare to how I know Ana's skin feels against mine. I quickly walk back into the room, closer to the bed this time no longer caring if Ana realizes I'm here.

Taylor's hands glide over Ana's smooth skin, caressing her without taking his eyes off her sex which is slowly making its way to his mouth. Taylor's groan is the only indication that Ana has reached her target, as her body now covers his so I can't see what she's doing from this angle. I grab a small throw pillow from the chair and lift Taylor's head up to place it under him just as he tugs her hips down to him. They both moan when his tongue slides through her folds for the first time. When Taylor's lips latch on her to clit, Ana screams out, the sound going straight to my now throbbing dick. All I can think about is slipping into her needy sex, which is on perfect display for me from this angle. I can see how wet she is, how swollen her lips are as Taylor pushes her closer and closer to the release she obviously so desperately needs.

"Join us," Taylor suggests looking right at me.

"Christian…" Ana arches her hips up to me which is all I need. I vaguely note the lack of surprise in her voice at Taylor's words; I shake my head realizing she likely knew I was in here the entire time. All I can think about though is doing exactly what Taylor is suggesting, joining them.

"You gonna come for us baby?" I crawl onto the bed, straddling Ana's legs and Taylor's head. I rub my dick through her wet folds while Taylor focuses on her clit. Taylor groans loudly and fuck if my mind doesn't go crazy with all the things that Ana could be doing with her mouth to make him sound like that right now. "Fuck baby, you're so wet."

Gripping her hips tightly, I slowly slide into her, enjoying the way her body clings to me as her muscles begin to stretch around me. She tenses around me, telling me that she's barely hanging on. I slowly glide my hands up her back, without moving my dick which is still buried deep inside of her. She shudders around me, but doesn't take her mouth off of Taylor for several long minutes.

"Please," she pants.

"You want to come?" I ask needlessly.

"Please."

Taylor groans again, just as Ana ducks her head; at the site and sound of both of them I grip Ana's hips tighter and start thrusting in and out of her warm, tight body. It only takes a couple of thrusts for Ana to come, screaming around Taylor's dick as she does. I don't stop though, loving the way she feels as I make love to her right through her orgasm. I run my thumb around my dick, collecting Ana's juices as I continue to move within her. Placing my thumb against her other opening, I gently tease her with it; her response is immediate, clenching around me and moaning around Taylor's dick.

"You like it when we play with your ass don't you baby?" I push in just enough until she relaxes and opens for me. My thumb easily slips into her tight opening; fuck… I didn't think it was possible but I swear she clamps down tighter around me even more.

"Yesssssssss," she hisses.

"It awakens nerve endings you didn't even know were there," Taylor groans. "It makes you feel things you didn't know you could feel… much more sensitive… to every touch… to everything…"

His words surprise me and for a moment I'm speechless; too focused on how the hell he knows what it's like to have his ass played with. I stop my movements, leaving my dick buried in Ana's sweet sex and my thumb in her ass as I take in his words.

"It intensifies everything, until the only thing you can think about is coming," Taylor adds.

"Yes!" Ana agrees.

"I thought you hadn't been with another guy before?" I ask suspiciously.

I remember him specifically saying he had never even kissed a guy before the night we proposed to Ana when I kissed him. Now he's telling us that he's enjoyed having his ass played with before and I can't stop picturing him with another guy. It shouldn't matter, but I'm feeling… fuck I can't believe that I'm feeling fucking jealous over some guy I didn't know existed until now. I should be angry that Taylor had lied to me, but I'm not. I'm… jealous; jealous because the three of us shared so many firsts together and I just assumed that this was another first we were experiencing together. It shouldn't bother me, but it does… and if it makes me sound like a fucking wuss but I don't give a shit.

"I haven't been with anyone else," he says.

"Then how…"

"Ana's fingers are inside of me…" his answer shocks me as that was definitely not what I was expecting to hear. "Fuck… the things it makes me feel while she's sucking my dick Christian…"

"Naughty girl," I slap Ana's ass teasingly and fuck if she doesn't tighten around my dick which had been softening after… well I misunderstood what Taylor was saying. Not any longer, though; I slowly start moving in and out of Ana's warm body. My thumb stays buried in her ass, continuing to tease her as we all work each other towards a release. My relief at his words is immediate which only confuses me even more but I'm too caught up in the image of what Ana is doing to Taylor and with how her body grasps me as I thrust deep into her.

"Taylor!" I gasp when I feel something wet against my own ass but at the same time Ana clenches around me.

"Let me show you how it feels," Taylor's breath is warm against my balls which makes me even harder especially when I remember how him and Ana took turns with their mouths on me the other night. Fuck if that wasn't one of the hottest things I've ever experienced before. To have them both on their knees in front of me, taking turns sucking me and kissing each other was so fucking hot.

I don't answer Taylor, not sure what my answer would even be; instead I focus on Ana. I keep my thrusts slow but deep; I watch as her head bobs up and down as she sucks Taylor. It's only now that I can see her hand moving between his legs that I realize what she's doing to him. A sudden image of Ana on her knees with her mouth on my dick and Taylor standing behind me kissing me, with his fingers inside of me appears; I nearly explode inside of Ana at the sudden sight.

"Fuck," I groan when I feel the oddest sensation as Taylor slips a finger into my ass. It doesn't hurt, but it's definitely odd having something inside a part of your body where nothing has ever been before.

I feel Taylor moving around below us; with one hand on me, he brings his other to tease Ana's clit and then I feel his tongue against my balls which almost has me exploding inside of Ana. When she clamps down on me, I nearly lose it; I can't hold back the orgasm any longer between both of them there's no way I can win this fight. Ana's orgasm hits first; her scream muffled by Taylor's dick in her mouth but I can still make out her saying both of our names.

"Oh GOD!" I scream as Taylor hits some spot inside of me that I didn't even know existed causing me to come harder than I've ever come before. The orgasm feels like it's never going to end; I rock back and forth against Ana sending her into another third and final orgasm. Just as she comes, with my dick still buried deep inside of her, I see Taylor's hand fly down to her head, cradling her as he thrusts into her mouth. She moans around him as he comes; he groans from below us and slowly moves his finger in and out of me. I lean over Ana's back, nearly collapsing on top of her before I manage to get my hand onto the bed to hold my weight off of both Ana and Taylor.

We all slow our movements but no one pulls away just yet; Ana looks back at me from over her shoulder with a small smile on her face. She looks thoroughly satisfied but also a little proud of herself. If I had the energy I'm sure I'd have some sarcastic remark for her but the only thing I can think of is how amazing that just was. The three of us have shared so many firsts together in the short time we've been together and we've loved each and every single one of them.

"Come here baby," I lean back and urge Ana to follow me until her back is pressed against my chest as we both kneel on the bed. "You were a very naughty girl tonight, weren't you?"

"But you both liked it…"

Taylor slides out from under us, before turning around and kneeling before us. Without saying a word he presses himself against Ana, kissing her thoroughly. I watch them kiss, loving how I'm so close that I can watch them suck on each other's lips and their tongues explore the other's mouths.

"So naughty," he grins before glancing back at me. I lean over Ana's shoulder just as he does the same, our lips meet and he kisses me just as thoroughly as he did Ana. I can still taste Ana's arousal on his lips and my dick twitches still buried inside of her at the instant memory of what just happened. Ana moans, whether in response to us kissing or feeling my dick begin to harden again I have no idea. I reach up, threading my fingers through her hair and tug her into the kiss.

Eventually we separate and head into the bathroom to wash up and get ready for bed. It doesn't take long for Ana and Taylor to fall asleep once we're in bed. I on the other hand struggle to fall asleep; my mind is still stuck on the sudden burst of jealousy I felt when I thought of Taylor having been with someone else. I hadn't expected to feel jealous when it came to Taylor; with Ana sure I expect to feel jealous. Hell I hate the idea of anyone even looking at what's ours let alone the idea of her having been with another guy. But that I feel that about Taylor surprised me; then again this entire relationship has surprised me. I never expected to fall in love, especially not with a girl that my best friend is also in love with, a girl who just happens to be in love with both of us. I also never expected to fall in love with my best friend…

Needing to clear my head, I ease Ana's grip on me and slip out of bed, leaving both Ana and Taylor sound asleep. I slip on a pair of underwear and head to the kitchen; I splash cold water on my face and dry it off before pouring a cup of water from the fridge. I rest my arms on the counter and try to make sense of why I felt so jealous earlier. I sudden hand on my back makes me nearly jump out of my skin; I quickly turn around to find Taylor standing there.

"Sorry, didn't mean to sneak up on you," he apologizes.

"It's fine, I didn't hear you come out."

"Everything okay? I woke up and you weren't in bed."

"Just needed some water."

"You didn't answer me," he points out. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You?"

"I'm good."

We both stand there kind of awkwardly, for the first time the silence actually begins to feel uncomfortable. Like there's an elephant in the room that needs to be addressed; although I'm not really sure what the elephant is. It's not like he knew what was going on in my head to know how I felt when I thought what I did.

"Look, if I overstepped before," he gestures towards our bedroom. "If I crossed a line in there, I'm sorry."

"You didn't."

"Are you sure? Because if I did, you can tell me."

"T, there are no lines with Ana and there are no lines with you."

"Oh… okay."

"You have any lines I need to know not to cross?"

"N… no. No lines with Ana; no lines with you."

"If I do something you don't like, you tell me. Same with Ana. Kay?"

"Yeah."

Our eyes meet and an unspoken message seems to pass between us; I don't know who makes the first move but Taylor's lips are on mine before I know what happens. The kiss is different this time; it's slow, almost sensual even. The uncomfortable silence, the elephant in the room, hell everything I was even thinking disappears. Just like that, everything is right between us again. What happened in the bedroom was definitely unexpected, but hell it's not like we plan out what's going to happen between the three of us. The last thing I want though is Taylor to feel guilty when something new happens between us. I like that he's been initiating things more just as much as I like Ana's boldness even if it only peaks out every so often.

"Let's go back to our woman," I pull back just enough to say. "Wouldn't want her waking up alone."