Chpt. 15 CPOV:
"Are you guys ready?" I call out from the kitchen as I put the last of the items in the backpack.
"Yup," Taylor walks out ahead of a blushing Ana that looks like she was just thoroughly kissed.
"We're ready," she says breathlessly.
It's our first weekend off in nearly two weeks and we're spending the morning hiking with Ana. We were watching one of those shows about Alaska the other night and Ana commented that she hadn't been hiking in years and missed it. Taylor and I talked that night and decided on our next day off we would take her on one of our favorite trails. It's a decent hike, with a few steep spots but the view from the top is incredible.
The last two weeks have been incredibly busy for our company and thankfully Ana just jumped right in and started strong. We had initially thought it might be weird seeing each other at work, but the reality is I see her about as much as I see Elliot or Taylor which is maybe twice a week. She now attends our weekly project update meetings but otherwise we hardly see each other until we come home at night.
Home.
Just like at work, things have gone just as smoothly for us at home. Ana moved right in and it's as if she's always been here. We turned Elliot's bedroom into an office; when I questioned Ana thinking she might want a place to escape to of her own, she laughed at me and told me if she needed a place she would take over the bathroom or kick us out of one of our bedrooms. Ana was adamant that the dining room table was not going to continue to be our makeshift office. So, we now have an office where usually any of one us will be working on the weekends.
I thought the sleeping arrangements might be odd; I didn't know if Ana would take turns sleeping with one of us or if we could all continue to sleep together like we have been. Like with everything else, it has so far sort of worked out on its own. If the three of us are home at night, we go to bed together, the three of us sleeping in my bed since I have a larger bed than Taylor. If one of us isn't home because we're working late, which isn't often, then Ana and whoever is home usually end up in one of the bedrooms.
Things have been going unbelievably well…
"I don't get how you don't get jealous of Taylor man," Elliot said out of the blue. "If another man laid his hands on Kate I'd kill him."
"If it were anyone other than Taylor who laid a hand on Ana, I'd kill them," I grit at the thought of someone else touching Ana.
"But it doesn't bother you when Taylor touches her?"
"No. It's different when it's him."
"Why? Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to cause any problems. I just don't understand it."
"Honestly, I didn't at first either. I kept expecting to be jealous when he kissed her or touched her, but I don't. When he touches her or kisses her, all I think is that it makes Ana happy. It doesn't bother me, because I know Ana feels the same way about both of us. It's not like she loves-"
"Loves?"
"Fuck," I run my hands through my hair. "We haven't said it yet…but yeah I think she loves us."
"And you guys…you both love her?"
"Yeah, we both do."
"Wow…man…"
"My point was, that she cares about us in the same way so there's nothing for us to be jealous about."
That conversation with Elliot last week was an eye opener for me; I realized that we did love Ana and that I was fairly certain that Ana loved us both back. None of us have said those words yet, but I can tell when we're together that it's there. I have no fucking idea when or how it happened, but at some point Taylor and I both fell in love with Ana.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have considered sharing a woman with anyone, but for some reason with Taylor it just works. I've only had one time in the last month since the three of us came back together that I've felt jealous over Taylor.
"We need to swing by a clinic and get blood work done before we go home tonight," Taylor says after Elliot stepped out of the conference room for a call.
"A clinic? Why?" I ask.
"We need to get tested."
"Tested?" I ask before what he's referring to hits me. "Wait…why? Did something happen that we need to be concerned about?"
"Ana and I…remember the other day when the chicken burnt?" I nod. "We got caught up in the moment and…well we both forgot a condom-"
"Fuck!" I hiss.
"She's on the pill, so we're good there," he assures me. "She's only been with us and one other guy and always with a condom. I know we were both tested when we left…"
"Two years ago," I point out the obvious.
"Before Ana…I've never had sex without a condom," he says.
"Me either."
"Chances are we're clean, but I told Ana that I would get tested," he says. "And she said that if we all got tested, she would be okay with not using condoms any longer."
"Shit," the thought of being inside of Ana without that thin piece of latex between us has me hard as granite.
"The test will take about a week, so if you want to go today-"
"Fuck yeah I do."
That was the one time I was jealous of Taylor over Ana; jealous that he was the first one to be inside of her without a barrier. We got the call from the clinic late yesterday that both of our test results came back and we were clean. Ana's results came in a day before ours. Not that I'm planning, more so hoping, that tonight is the first time I can sink into Ana without something between us.
"So how did you guys find this trail?" Ana asks, forcing me back to reality which is where I should be focused.
"Taylor found it," I answer. "When he started coming home with me on leave, he would always find a new trail to go on."
"You guys didn't…I don't know…just relax when you were home?" she asks.
"We did, but it was always nice to get out, especially since the places we were didn't always have the greatest surroundings. After being in the desert for over a year, coming home neither of us could get enough of the trees and water. Another time we were in a bombed out city for months.."
"God I was so sick of seeing blown apart buildings," Taylor visibly shutters with the memory. "I think we spent the entire weekend in the woods on that leave."
"My mom was not happy about that."
"Why?" Ana asks.
"She wanted us to spend the weekend with her; she didn't understand why….why we needed this," I gesture around us.
"Did you always like to hike?" Ana asks Taylor.
"It's peaceful," he shrugs.
"Did your parents take you hiking a lot?" she asks.
"No," his answer is clipped and short which is typical of Taylor when it comes to his family.
"Oh, so you started it when you would come home on leave?"
I watch Taylor not sure how he's going to respond to Ana's questions. He hates talking about his past and will do everything possible to avoid it. I don't know if it's the formation that we're in (he's in front of Ana and I'm behind her) that makes him more comfortable or if it's that he wants Ana to know, but he surprises me with his answer.
"It was a way to get away," he shrugs.
"From what?" Ana's voice is soft as if she knows he's struggling.
"Everyone; everything."
"It's as if you're truly alone when you're up here," she says a few minutes later.
One of the reasons Taylor and I love this particular trail so much is for the reason Ana said; very few people know about it so it's rare to run into anyone. We came up here a lot when we first got back to Seattle.
"That's why I would hike," Taylor looks back at her and smiles sadly. "It took me away from everyone."
"Who did you need to get away from?" she asks softly.
"Everyone….my family."
"Your family?"
This ought to be interesting; whether he knows it or not he's going to end up opening up to Ana. It took a shit load of alcohol for Taylor to tell me what happened but we don't have the luxury of alcohol here. I watch Ana move up on the trail when Taylor stops at a lookout area. Wordlessly they both sit on the ground, her hand in his silently giving him the courage he needs. I walk up behind them, put a hand on his shoulder letting him know I'm here before moving to sit next to Ana.
"I…I moved from house to house…from family member to family member for most of my life," he says after several minutes of silence. "I didn't stay with anyone very long, eventually they would get tired of me, of what I reminded them of and they would send me to live with someone else."
"What did you remind them of?"
"My mother."
"What happened to her?"
"My step father killed her."
"Taylor," she gasps.
"The police deemed it murder suicide," he shrugs. "Afterward I was sent to live with my mother's sister and her family, but eventually she pushed me onto her brother and he pushed me to onto a cousin and…well you get the idea. No one kept me for more than a few months; it would always end the same way. They would tell me that it wasn't my fault, that I just reminded them too much of my mother when she was younger. It was always hard to get used to a new house, a new family and sometimes even a new school…coming out to places like this let me forget all of that. I could get away from the people who would alternate between wanting to ignore that I was there and telling me what a horrible person my stepfather was. Don't get me wrong, he was an asshole for what he did to my mother but having that nightmare constantly talked about when you're still coming to terms with what happened doesn't help."
"How old were you when she died?"
"Six."
"I'm so sorry Taylor."
I don't know how long the three of us sit there, but I don't think any of us know what to say. Obviously this isn't the first time I've heard what happened to Taylor, but it is the first time I've heard so many details. Before he sort of gave me the cliff note version of what had happened.
"You guys go ahead, I'll meet you at the truck," Taylor says after several minutes of silence.
"We'll wait," Ana says.
Taylor looks behind Ana's back to me, asking me for help.
"Come on Ana," I stand up and offer her my hand.
"We can wait," she repeats.
"He'll be along in a few minutes," I tell her. She doesn't immediate take my hand, I think expecting Taylor to tell her to stay but he doesn't. She leans over and kisses him, whispering something in his ear before taking my hand to stand. Ana and I start walking down the trail that will bring us in a complete circle back to the pickup truck.
"Maybe we should check on him," Ana says after we've been walking for about 15 minutes.
"He's probably going to take the other way back to the truck; it's a shorter distance," I point out.
"Still…I think we should-"
"He needs this time alone Ana," I stop and turn so we're facing each other. "He doesn't…he doesn't talk about his family or what happened to his mother at all. Today probably stirred up some memories he needs to work through. He does that better when he's alone."
"Did you know?"
"One night, after far too much liquor he told me," I nodded. "What he didn't tell you just now was that he was the one the one who found them."
"Oh my God!" she gasps.
"He got off the school bus and walked into his house to find them. His mother was on the kitchen floor, his stepfather in the recliner in the living room."
"How horrible…I can't imagine."
"He joined the Air Force to get away from all of that," I sigh. "He left for basic and never went back."
"He hasn't spoken to any of his…mother's family?"
"No, and I think they were glad to see him go."
"He was just a child!"
"They weren't the greatest family that's for sure."
"He'll be okay?" she asks looking back.
"He will…he just needs to push it all back down."
"That's why his room is so…empty," she says a few minutes later after we started walking again.
"Empty?" I ask.
"There's nothing personal in his bedroom; nothing to say the room is his own. No sports memorabilia, pictures…anything."
"No I suppose there isn't," I hadn't thought about it. "His room has always been like that."
By the time we reach the truck, Taylor is already there…leaning against it waiting for us. Ana smiles the moment she sees him, her body visibly relaxing when she realizes that he is in fact okay. He nods to me in thanks as we approach. Ana lets go of my hand and wraps her arms around him; I step behind her running my hand over her back as she comforts him.
"So where to now?" Taylor asks as if nothing happened which is how I know he prefers it. He doesn't want anyone to bring up what was disclosed; choosing rather to ignore it then talk about it again.
"I'm starving, let's grab lunch," Ana says.
"Me too," I agree.
We spend the afternoon together; we shop, we eat and just wander around the small town near where we went hiking. The whole time Ana alternates between holding one of our hands and holding both at the same time. I love that she doesn't care what others think and isn't afraid to show that three of us are in a relationship together.
"I'm going to grab a quick shower," Ana announces the moment we arrive back at the condo. "I feel disgusting."
"We'll grab some drinks," Taylor says as she walks away.
"You okay man?" I ask him when Ana's out of ear shot.
"Yeah, I'm good."
"She's glad you told her."
"I know."
"Ana?" I call when I hear the bathroom door open. "Did you want beer or wine or something-"
She cuts me off mid sentence when she walks into the living room wearing nothing but a short towel that barely covers her. Her skin is still damp from the shower; I can see small drops on her shoulders from her hair. Without another thought I cross the room to her, I wrap my arm around her waist and kiss her soft lips. She giggles in surprise which quickly turns into a moan when my tongue finds hers. Taylor is quick to join us, coming up behind Ana until she's pressed between both of our bodies. He kisses her neck, slowly making his way to her jaw just as I start kissing my way down the opposite side of her neck licking up those little water droplets from her hair. A quick tug has the towel falling off, I continue kissing my way down her body, stopping only when I reach her pink, hard nipples.
She gasps and grabs my head, when I suck one into my mouth. Glancing up I see Taylor kissing her, his hand snakes around her to her other nipple and starts teasing it. Urging her to part her legs, I run my fingers along her damp folds loving how responsive she always is to our touch. She moans the moment I find her clit; she slowly moves against my hand. Keeping my hand where she obviously wants it, I kiss my way back up her beautiful body until I reach her now available lips.
"I want you," I whisper against her lips and guide her hand down to my throbbing erection that has been pressed painfully against my zipper since she walked out of the shower.
"I want you," Taylor groans, taking her other hand behind her so she can feel him.
"Yes," she moans. "I want you…both to make love to me."
My movements freeze as does Taylor's; I pull back until I can look at her eyes. What I see nearly knocks me down; it's not just lust that's there…it's something so much stronger than that.
"You sure Ana?" Taylor asks.
"Yes," she moans when Taylor slips a finger into her while I start to tease her clit again.
"You're sure?" I ask.
"Yesssssssssss."
With our hands never leaving each other, we slowly make it down the hallway to my bedroom. In the process, clothes come off and are left on the floor on the way. We're standing in the center of my room, too busy to make our way to the bed yet. Ana's hands are on both of us, stroking us as she takes turns kissing us. Then she surprises both of us by dropping to her knees, right between us. Keeping a hand on me, she takes Taylor into her mouth and fuck if that doesn't turn me on even more. His hand is on her head, guiding her to where he wants her. With a pop she lets him go and turns to me, taking me deeply into her mouth. His hand is tangled in her wet hair as I put my hand on the top her head needing to touch her.
"Fuck Ana," I hiss when I bump against the back of her throat.
"Bed…we need a bed," Taylor groans when she squeezes him.
I lift her up, kissing her the moment her mouth comes close to mine. Taylor takes her hand and leads her over to the bed where she crawls up the middle to. I join her on one side while Taylor slips onto the other side. We're immediately pressed up against each other; there's not an inch of space between us. Ana wraps her leg around my waist, drawing me near to her. I can feel the heat and dampness against my dick as I rub against her folds. When she leans back to kiss Taylor, I tease her nipples causing her to gasp and arch into me, pressing her sex right against my throbbing erection. I adjust myself, bringing me right to her opening; the moment she feels me she presses down letting me slowly sink into her.
"Holy shit," I gasp feeling her bare for the first time.
"She feels amazing doesn't she?" Taylor asks.
"So fucking good," I groan.
She moans when I feel Taylor work his fingers into her ass; I pull back giving him the room he needs to ensure he doesn't hurt her he enters her. I bring her lips to mine just as I slip my hand between us, teasing her clit. She rocks between us, against my hand, against my dick that is still inside of her and against Taylor's fingers.
"You want this Ana?" Taylor asks and I feel him withdrawal his fingers.
"Yes, I want both of you," she assures him.
"Look at me Ana," I beg her, needing her eyes on me when we do this for the first time. "If it's too much you tell us."
"I will," she groans her eyes rolling back as Taylor moves closer to her.
Taylor's hand comes around her shoulder, easily finding her nipple that he starts to tease. My hand that isn't teasing her clit, holds her leg against my hip. When she tenses between us, I increase the pressure on her clit and notice Taylor doing the same to her nipples both of us obviously trying to distract her. I lean into her, capturing her lips in mine just as she gasps. It's the oddest thing, but I can tell the moment Taylor enters her tight ass.
"Oh God," she groans against my lips.
"Can you take him Ana?" I ask. "Can you take both of us?"
"You're so tight baby," he whispers at her ear.
Neither of us move our positions, rather we keep Ana distracted by playing with her clit and her nipples. We kiss her, nip at her neck and do whatever it takes to help her adjust to this new experience. For several minutes she doesn't move, but slowly she starts playing with my hair again and I watch her other hand move back to touch Taylor. I glance over at Taylor nodding; we both slowly start moving within her trying to time our movements which turns out to be far more difficult than I expected when the need to come is so fucking strong. But there's no way I'm coming before Ana, I need to make sure she enjoys this.
"You doing okay baby?" Taylor ask.
"I'm…good," she pants.
"Look at me Ana," I beg and her eyes pop open at my request.
With her eyes never leaving mine, we make love to her…something I've never experienced with anyone else. As her body adjusts, she starts moving between us which nearly kills me. She's moaning, gripping me tighter and tighter as she gets closer to coming. The entire time though her eyes are on me, and I swear it's like she can see right into me. I try to convey to her how much she means to me…to us.
"Come for us Ana," I thrust deep into her while pinching her clit which sets her off.
"Christian! Taylor! OH GOD!" she screams while her body tightens around both of us, sucking us deeper into her warm body.
"Ana!" I groan when I can't hold back any longer and for the first time I spill myself inside of her.
"God…." Taylor hisses as he thrust into her one final time and comes.
"OH!" another orgasm catches her by surprise, obviously triggered by our releases. She rocks between us, using us to ride out the last waves of her orgasm. For the longest time, the three of us just lay there trying to catch our breaths from the intensity of what just happened. I knew it would be incredible when the three of us made love but I had no idea it would be fucking that intense.
"That was…." I try to find the words.
"Incredible," Ana finishes my sentence.
"Fucking incredible," Taylor agrees.
"Ana…you need to know," I begin after a few minutes of silence. "I…we're both…falling for you."
Her eyes pop open and I watch as they fill with tears, her reaction startling me. Taylor is obviously just as surprised as I am; he brushes her hair aside leaning up so he can see her.
"Baby?" he asks.
"I thought…I was afraid I was the only one…falling," she whispers.
"You're not the only one," I assure her before kissing her deeply trying to pour into the kiss just how strongly I feel about her.
"Definitely not the only one," Taylor says and the second my lips break from hers, he pulls her back and kisses her just as intensely.