AN: This is still Madison's friend. I just want to clarify something. A guest reviewer, that reviewed Unwritten, thought maybe my system was set to the Chinese dialect. And that was what was causing all my problems. I guess I should have thought of a different way to explain it. When I say that it unreadable like it's written in Chinese. What I mean is it's unreadable because there's just line after line of computer code. It's not actually Chinese writing.
After this there may not be new updates for several days. Yesterday morning my elderly father who has dementia. Fell on his face. He broke his nose and got a mild concussion. He of course went to the emergency room. Where they were so overrun with COVID-19 patients. That he spent the whole time he was at the emergency room on a gurney in the hallway. When he left the ER yesterday night it was our understanding that they were not going to do surgery on his broken nose. We got a very unexpected call this afternoon. And tomorrow morning he will be having surgery to fix his broken nose. So I will be busy over the next several days taking care of him. But I promise I have not forgotten you. Hopefully by next week I will be back to a more regular update schedule.
I would like to thank everyone that left birthday wishes for me in the reviews. It meant a great deal to me. I truly appreciate it.
Chpt. 12 APOV:
As I baste the chicken in the oven, I'm still thinking about everything that happened today. I got a call for an interview but they wanted me to come in today for it. I ran back to the apartment to grab an outfit and a few other things that I would need for the interview which is when I realized that the water had at some point been turned back on. I don't know when the water was turned back on but it hadn't even occurred to me to call and check. All the way back here I thought about what it would be like when I went back to Kate's tonight. With the water being back on there was no reason for me to stay with Christian and Taylor any longer. But the thought of not being here…
"You look gorgeous," Taylor's voice startles me as stand up and close the oven door.
"Thank you," I blush and turn to kiss him.
"Not that I'm complaining, but why are you so dressed up?"
"I had a job interview today-"
"You know the meeting with Elliot is in two days right? If you're worried about it-"
"I'm not worried, but I don't want to assume either. You guys might decide I'm not a good fit for your company or Elliot might have changed his mind when he was gone or-"
I chuckle against Taylor's lips when he kisses me to silence me.
"You just literally saved our asses with Thompson and somehow even managed to get us another job from that fuck up," he points out. "There's no way in hell Elliot will change his mind especially after hearing what you did for us."
"Yeah but you can't base everything on that one job-"
"Ana, stop," he says firmly. "Elliot loved your work before the Thompson fuck up, I doubt he changed his mind when he was on his honeymoon with Kate. I saw your work and loved it before this past weekend too so stop worrying."
"Okay," I sigh against him.
"I should have asked…did you even want the job you interviewed for today?"
"It…On paper it looked like it would have been a good fit, but personality wise I don't think I would mesh well with the people there. The person who interviewed me was cold, distant and looked almost annoyed at having to meet with me. They gave me a tour of the suite which was nice and all but…I don't know I just didn't get a good vibe being there."
"Then it wasn't meant to be."
"You're just saying that because you're convinced I'll be working for your guys," I joke.
"Yeah, well you will," his smile makes me forget everything and when his lips find mine I'm gone.
I'm sandwiched between the stove and Taylor, his body pressed against mine. Like always seems the case with him or Christian, our kiss quickly becomes more passionate and full of need. I moan when his fingers tease my nipples through the thin silk shirt I'm wearing. I can feel his erection against my stomach; his body shudders when I rub my hand over it gripping him through his jeans. He quickly finds the zipper on the side of skirt and quickly shoves it to the floor.
"I need to taste you," he groans against my lips.
I don't get a chance to respond before he grabs my ass and lifts me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the other side of the kitchen where he pushes aside a few things and places me on the counter. He pulls me to the edge of the counter, my hands rest on it behind me.
"Lift up," he urges as he pulls on thong eager to get it out of the way.
"Oh!" I don't think it even hits the floor before his mouth is on me, openly kissing me intimately. I'm holding onto the counter for dear life with my legs resting on his shoulders as he devours me. His arms are wrapped around my thighs, holding me open to him as he takes his time exploring every inch of my sex. My head falls back, against the cabinet doors when he nips at my clit.
"You taste so good baby," he mumbles his breath warm against my bare skin.
I have no idea if he knows what his words do to me, but whenever he or Christian talk when we're together like that it arouses me even more.
"Oh god!" I scream out the moment he slips two fingers deep into me and he flicks my clit with his tongue. My body arches right off the kitchen counter as I rock into him, needing to be closer to him. He holds my hips against him, never letting up as he takes in everything.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," he moans as he kisses his way back up to my lips.
"I need you," I whisper my face flushing as I say the words.
"I always need you," he whispers.
I yank his shirt up and over his head as he pulls off his jeans dropping them to the kitchen floor. My shirt and bra come off next; I manage to toss them on the floor somewhere just as Taylor grabs my hips and pulls me against him. I wrap my arms around his neck just as he lifts me off the counter, my legs once against go around his waist. This time though I feel his dick between us, pressing against my sex as he walks us into the dining room. My lips are on his, my body rocking into him as his grip on my ass tightens.
"Inside you…need you," he pants voicing the thoughts in my own head.
Reaching between us, I grasp him, gripping him tightly which causes him to groan. The moment I place him at my opening he pulls me down, sinking deep into me in one swift move. We both moan and I vaguely register him sitting down.
"Ride me baby…I need you to move or I'm going to come too soon," he begs.
Call me selfish, but I love how close he is to falling apart. I love that I can make him so crazy with need. When I open my eyes I find his immediately, they're full of want, need and something else that surprises me. I don't let myself even think about what it looks like, instead convincing myself it's all in my head and that I'm just caught up in the moment. Because there's no way I could have seen what I thought I saw…that would mean that I wasn't the only one feeling…
"God Ana, you're killing me," he groans when I still haven't moved.
I smile against his lips before letting my feet fall to the dining room chair. Using the floor as leverage I'm able to easily ride him, the entire time I'm moving against him his eyes don't leave mine. His grip is firm on my hips, but he lets me set the pace as I slowly bring us both to point of no return. I'm moaning, writhing against him as the need begins to take over.
"That's it baby, God you feel so good. I love the way you grip me so tight when you're about to come," he wraps one hand around my waist and the other holds my neck against him as he thrusts up hard and deep into me.
"TAYLOR!" The moment the orgasm hits I feel him explode deep inside of me warming me from the inside out. I rock against him, drawing out the orgasm loving the way he feels inside of me. He holds me tight against him, his breathing is as heavy as mine as we both slowly come down from the high of the orgasm.
I don't know how long we sit there, but I love feeling his strong arms wrapped around me. I love how protected I feel when he's around, that I know that either Taylor or Christian would do anything to protect me. I can't remember ever feeling so…safe.
"That was amazing," he whispers.
"Hmmmm…amazing," I mimic.
It's only when I go to lift myself off of Taylor do I realize we forgot something; in the heat of the moment neither of us thought about a condom. I watch as Taylor's eyes meet mine in realization.
"Fuck Ana, I'm so sorry-"
"It's not your fault, Taylor. We both forgot."
"I…fuck….that's never happened before," I see the panic in his eyes.
"I'm on the pill; I have been for years so our risk there is minimal," my words have an immediate effect on him. "Besides you and Christian I've only ever been with one other guy and we used a condom…"
"I was tested when I left the service, but that was two years ago," he looks guilty even though he has nothing to feel guilty about.
"So we go get tested," I simply say surprisingly not worried. I trust Taylor and Christian both completely.
"I'll go first thing in the morning."
"Me too."
"How about we go to take a shower and get cleaned up?" he suggests.
"I'd like that."
Taylor and I squeeze into the tub, which is a normal size tub with two of us in here it feels much smaller. I realize it's the first time we've showered together as I slide my soapy hands over Taylor's firm chest. He in turn soaps his hands and runs them over my chest, pinching my nipples as he goes. He turns us so we 're under the water, his hands gliding over my body. His hand drifts down between my legs, over my sex until he slips a finger into me making me moan.
"I love that I can feel myself inside of you," he nips at my ear.
"So good," I moan at his words.
"If we all get tested, what do you think of not using condoms any longer? I don't know about you but I loved how you felt without a barrier between us."
"You felt so good," I admit.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes."
"I want you to know…I've never had sex without a condom before," he says. "Just you…I've never been so caught up in the moment that I forgot like that did out there. I don't want you to think I'd put you at risk. I'm not-"
"I know you're not," I kiss him running my tongue against his lips. "We were both caught up in the moment and forgot. I'm not worried."
"You're not?"
"No," I assure him. "I trust you and Christian completely. I want us to get tested, but I love the idea of there being nothing between us."
"Fuck baby, you're killing me," he groans as he starts getting hard again between us.
"Um…guys?" Christian's voice startles both of us, if Taylor hadn't quickly wrapped his arm around my waist I would have fallen.
"We're both in here, what's up?" Taylor asks.
"The oven is smoking…" Christian says.
"Shit! Dinner," I groan and grab a towel, wrapping it around myself before quickly leaving the bathroom.
When I open the oven door, I'm not surprised to see the chicken blackened and completely ruined. The smoke alarm immediately goes off which Christian quickly takes care of as I pull the ruined meal from the oven.
"Guess we'll order in for dinner tonight," Christian chuckles taking in the site of the pan.
"We got a little distracted," Taylor admits.
"I'd say a lot distracted," Christian counters with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, a lot," Taylor laughs.
"Go get dressed and we'll figure out dinner," Christian kisses me and pulls me against him. "Or stay in the towel and maybe we'll just have you for dinner."
I giggle at his words before heading into Elliot's room to grab a change of clothes. It dawns on me that this will be the last time I'm coming in here to change. It's going to be weird to be back at Kate's apartment again. I've gotten so used to seeing Christian and Taylor every day, waking up next to both of them and falling asleep in their arms that I'm dreading going back to the apartment. When they first asked me to stay with them until the water was fixed I thought it was going to be a mistake. I figured they would grow bored of me and that I would end up in a hotel within a day or two. Instead it's been a week and I completely forgot about the water issue. We haven't discussed it since the night they asked me to stay here so I have no idea how they've felt about me staying here. Maybe they'll be glad to have their space back?
After getting dressed, I toss the few items I have in here into my bag before going into the bathroom to grab the toiletries I've kept in there this week. I check Christian's room, gather a few items and then carry everything to the living room assuming I would leave after dinner.
"Ana?" Taylor asks his eyes darting from my bags to me.
"What's going on?" Christian's voice is full of concern.
"I…I went back to the apartment today to get clothes for an interview and realized the water was back on. I…I forgot about it even being off, I should have called before now," I mumble.
"You're leaving?" Taylor asks softly.
"The water is back on," I shrug pointing out the obvious.
"Stay," Christian says firmly.
"I'll stay for dinner and then drive over," I reply.
I watch as Christian and Taylor glance at each other, they have this way of communicating with each other without words. How they do it I have no idea, but I've seen them do it several times now.
"Move in with us," Christian says.
"What!?" I did not just hear what I thought I heard.
"Move in with us," Taylor repeats.
"I…can't," I whisper and sit on the couch where both guys join me.
"Why not?" Christian asks.
"You were going to buy a condo anyway and Elliot is going to be moving in with Kate when they get back this week," Taylor points out.
"That's not a reason for me to move in here, I can find a place to rent-"
"That's not the only reason," Christian growls.
"We want you here," Taylor says. "We want to fall asleep with you each night and wake up next to you each morning."
"We want to spend every minute possible with you," Christian adds. "I don't care if you make us watch another stupid chick flick or if we do nothing but sit on the couch, I…we want to spend every night with you."
"We've liked having you here this week," Taylor says.
"I've liked being here with both of you," I admit softly. "I thought you were crazy for asking me to stay here, but…then I completely forgot about the water issue. When I realized the water was back on at the apartment…I was disappointed."
"Why?" Christian asks.
"I didn't want to go home," I answer honestly.
"So don't," Taylor says.
"Don't you think it's a little fast? I mean, we're talking about living together but we've barely known each other for two weeks…" I point out.
"Who gives a shit?" Christian argues. "Ana, nothing we've done has been conventional. I've never felt like this before and I know Taylor hasn't either. Finding you again…"
"We don't want to lose you," Taylor finishes his sentence.
"I don't want to lose you either but…"
"Move in with us Ana," Christian says.
"Are you sure? I mean what if-"
"We're sure," Taylor interrupts quickly. "Move in with us."