Chpt. 17 TPOV:
What a clusterfuck of a day. I knew it would be hard for Christian's family to understand but I had no idea it would have turned out the way it did. I've known the Greys for several years now but there was no way I could have predicted that Carrick would have reacted the way he did. I hadn't expected him to accuse Ana of trying to steal our company from us and I certainly didn't expect the conversation to then move towards marriage and kids. We've never talked about what the long term would look like, what our futures would look like, but in that moment I knew without a shadow of a doubt that my future would be with Ana and Christian. The two of them are more important to me than anything; they are my family…the only family I have. I never expected for Carrick to say that it would matter which one of us fathered a child with Ana; I can't imagine how hearing that must have hurt Christian.
"Bro…I'm so sorry," I apologize again.
"You didn't do anything," he pats me on the back.
"I honestly thought we were far enough from the house-"
"It wouldn't have mattered," he sighs and runs his hands through his hair. "Whether or not she saw you, the reaction would have been the same."
"Still, I shouldn't have touched her," I glance back towards the bathroom where Ana is.
"Can you ever not touch her when you're close to her?"
"No but-"
"T, I get it," he interrupts. "You weren't tearing her clothes off in my parents' backyard, you weren't screwing her in the middle of the lawn. Mom said you had your arms around Ana and whispered in her ear…that was it."
"Still-"
"Stop," he demands. "This is on them; not on you or Ana. Their fucking reaction that was all fucking them."
I don't say anything; I know he's right but I still feel guilty as hell that I forced him to tell his family in that way instead of whatever way he had planned. I suppose in the end though their reaction would have been the same.
"What were you talking about out there anyway?" he asks.
"Our dream house," I chuckle. "I have no idea how we got there, but we started designing a house."
"With a huge master bedroom and a shower with three showerheads," Ana adds walking into the room.
"Three shower heads huh?" he smiles at her any tension from earlier gone the moment she walks into the room.
"And a huge walk in closet where all of our clothes could fit," she adds.
"I like it," he says. "Tell me more."
We sit on the couch, with Ana between us, and recount all the parts of the house that Ana and I talked about earlier. I still have no idea how we went from talking about a fictional house to essentially designing one for the three of us but in that moment I could easily picture the house. I could picture us buying a house, redesigning it and working together to make it our own. I could picture Ana walking through the house with paint swatches picking out the colors for each room.
"One day, we'll have that house," he says firmly surprising me. I half expected him to tell us we were crazy for designing this fictional house because in a way that's exactly how it felt. "Hell we could probably put the condo on the market tomorrow and start looking now."
"Wait what?" Ana says shocked.
"Yeah…what?" I echo.
"You both want that house, the one you just designed?" he asks and we both nod. "You both see this ending anytime soon?"
"NO!" Ana is first to respond.
"Fuck no," part of me is angry that he even asked that question.
"You both love each other?"
"Yes," I look directly at Ana when I answer him.
"Yes," she whispers as her eyes meet mine. "With all my heart."
I don't know who makes the first move, but her soft lips land on mine almost immediately. I place my hand on the back of her head and hold her close to me, not ready to let her go…not after she said those words. I was shocked when she said that she loved us at the Greys and shocked when she said it to Christian on the drive back here but hearing her say it now…to me. Fuck…there are no words.
"I love you," I whisper against her lips.
"I love you too."
"Fuck what people think," Christian says and Ana and I both turn to look at him. "Fuck people's reactions; fuck what people don't understand. I don't have all the answers, but this…this works."
"Yeah it does," I kiss Ana again and pull her onto my lap needing to be even closer to her.
Neither of them have any idea, but this…what just happened…fuck it meant something to me. I can't remember the last time someone told me they loved me…and meant it. Someone who wasn't just saying the words in the heat of the moment or who said it with no emotion whatsoever because they felt they had to. I knew how I felt about Ana for some time now, but I convinced myself that she didn't feel the same way I did. But now, talking about something beyond today and hearing those words from her beautiful lips…it fucking rocked me.
I groan when I feel Ana's tongue against my lips and I immediately open to her as my hands glide over her soft legs that straddle my thighs. Listening to her and Christian in the back seat of the truck nearly killed me; I had finally gotten my erection under control when we got into the apartment but Ana's words, her lips on mine and her body straddling me has brought it back and the only thing that I can think about is burying myself deep inside of her. When she leans over to kiss Christian, I pull off my shirt and toss it onto the floor somewhere. I pull Ana's hips down just as I thrust up, my jean covered dick rubbing against her silk panties under her skirt.
"I need your clothes off," I groan as she grinds against me.
I help her from my lap before standing; her hands are immediately at my waist, unbuttoning my jeans and pushing them down. Within seconds we're both standing in the middle of the living room, naked. I pull her against me, loving how our bodies fit together and how amazing her soft skin feels against mine. I can feel her hardened nipples against my chest, her damp sex against my aching dick and her taste on my lips when she deepens the kiss.
"I need you," she gasps when I tease her clit.
"Fuck baby…," her words nearly cause me to lose it right there.
The bedroom suddenly seems too far away; instead I bring us both back to the couch where we were only minutes ago. Christian has moved from the couch over to the loveseat.
"Christian?" Ana asks.
"I want to watch you two," he gets up and comes over to us kissing her causing her to rub herself against me. "For now."
I watch him nip at her lip before pulling away and returning to the loveseat; this is new. When the three of us are home together, the three of us make love. There was just the one time in Georgia when I watched the two of them, but otherwise it's always been the three of us. With Ana though, everything has been new. Before Ana the closest I had gotten to a threesome was watching porn and I've definitely never watched anyone have sex in the same room as me or had someone watch me make love to a beautiful woman. A woman that we both love and who loves us.
"Taylor," Ana's breath hitches when I pull her up and take a nipple into my mouth sucking on it hard. The simple move brings her right back to where we both were moments ago; she's rocking against me obviously just as turned on as I am. I can feel her heat and dampness against me each time our bodies meet. She reaches between us, grabbing and stroking my dick and I swear it takes everything in me not to come in her hand in that moment. Abandoning her nipple, I bring her mouth to mine, urging her to lower herself onto me. She holds me as I sink into her tight sex, loving the way she tightens around me and her body arches into me. We both moan when she finally takes me in completely; I take her face in my hands and bring her mouth to mine. Her hands are all over me, touching me as she begins moving against me. I reach between us, easily finding her clit and begin teasing her knowing she's just as close to her release as I am to mine. Her head falls to my shoulder as she gasps my name; she starts moving faster against me, grinding her clit against my fingers with each move. She clenches against me, threatening to suck the orgasm from my aching balls but I fight back determined for her to come first.
"Taylor!" she gasps and holds onto me tightly when I quickly change our positions. This time I lay down on the couch on top of a soft throw blanket and quickly slip back into her causing her to moan and tighten around me. I wrap an arm around her waist, encouraging her to come down further until she's nearly laying on top of me. I hold her hips just above mine and start thrusting into her, fast and deep until she moaning so loudly that I swear the neighbors could hear her not that I give a shit as long as Ana is happy.
Her beautiful body tenses and she tightens even more around my dick, sucking me impossibly deeper into her as she comes whispering my name over and over in my ear. Holding her hips, I encourage her to meet me thrust for thrust as the need to come is overwhelming.
"You feel so good," she pants against my neck as I thrust deeper into her.
"I love being inside you, with nothing between us…" I groan.
"Oh GOD!" she gasps, coming again, surprising us both when a finger slips into her ass. I can't fight the need any longer and thrust hard into her while pulling her hips down onto mine as I empty myself into her.
"That was fucking hot," Christian groans.
I open my eyes to find him kneeling on the couch behind us; when the hell he moved there I have no fucking idea. But he's there, slowly moving a finger in and out of Ana's tight ass as she slowly moves against both of us continuing to ride out the last waves of her release. I wrap my arms around Ana who has essentially collapsed on my chest and hold her close to me.
"I love you," I whisper.
"I love you too," she leans up and kisses me.
"And I love you," Christian leans over us, placing a hand over my shoulder for support before leaning in and kissing Ana's neck.
"I love you too, "she moans and tightens around my softening dick as Christian slips a second finger into her. He sucks on her neck, kissing her shoulder one final time before sitting back behind us. His hand glides over her back as she arches into his touch. I love how responsive she is to our touch, that she seems to crave our touch as me as we crave hers. Christian was right earlier, I can't be around Ana and not touch her. Even if we're just holding hands, I need to somehow touch her.
I glance back at Christian, he's watching his fingers slide in and out of her ass as she pants against my neck. He looks up at me and nods, letting me know his intention. I snake a hand between my body and Ana's, down to her clit and the moment my fingers graze it she moans and presses herself against me. Turning to Ana I quickly find her lips; she moves over me so she can deepen the kiss. When Christian starts to enter her, she closes her eyes and her holds her lips just against mine. I continue teasing her clit, helping to distract her as Christian slowly presses deeper into her. I slip out of her just as he bottoms out inside of her, her eyes open and find mine. There's so much in them…desire, want and…love.
"Fuck you feel amazing Ana," Christian groans.
"Does he feel good?" I ask her.
"Yessssss," she hisses when he slowly pulls out of her and slides back in.
My dick is slowly starting to harden again as Ana's sweet sex rubs against it, the evidence of both of our previous orgasms slowly dripping out of her. I don't know what it is, but it's a fucking turn on to know that part of me is still inside of her. I adjust my dick, putting it between us so her clit rocks against it each time Christian enters her. My hands roam her body, touching her, loving her.
"Christian…" she reaches behind her and grabs a hold of his thigh squeezing it tightly.
"Fuck baby…," he hisses. "You feel so good when you grip me like that."
"Are you close? Are you going to come again?" I ask, although her body is giving me all the answer I need.
"So close…." She moans.
I reach back between us, there isn't much space but I manage to adjust myself and push myself back into Ana's tight sex.
"Oh GOD!" She calls out the moment I enter her, pushing her right to the edge.
"That's it baby, fuck you feel amazing," Christian groans.
"Come for us baby," I say. "Come all over my dick, squeeze Christian while he's in that beautiful ass-"
"Taylor! Christian! FUCK!"
She tenses as she does exactly what I asked, her juices coat my dick as she convulses around me. Christian groans as she tightens around him; we both hold still letting her rock between us as the orgasm washes over her.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper as she slowly comes down from the orgasm.
"So fucking sexy," Christian agrees.
I hold her hips just above mine and slowly start moving within her; Christian and I somehow quickly establish a rhythm, careful not to hurt her as we both chase our orgasms. Despite coming only moments ago, I can feel my body responding and readying to come again. Christian leans over Ana, resting on the back of the couch as his moves become more erratic. Ana raises herself up, turning as best as she can in this position but somehow manages to reach Christian's lips. I watch her kiss him, passionately, full of emotion and just knowing that we confessed to each other today makes this mean so much more. Ana's moaning and Christian is groaning; her hand grips my shoulder tightly as if she needs to touch both of us right now. I tease her still hardened nipples causing her to gasp in equal amounts of surprise and pleasure. Christian's hand slips from Ana's hip onto mine; he grabs on to me just as he thrusts one final time into Ana. I feel the moment he comes, emptying himself into Ana's ass.
"Ana," he hisses.
"OHHHHHHHHH!" she arches her back, pushing herself against him.
She bucks between us, with the little space that's there; those littles moves is all it takes. I call out her name, grabbing onto Christian's wrist with one hand and Ana with the other. I bring her down to me, crushing her lips against mine just the orgasm hits. She gasps my name as I thrust impossibly deeper into her causing her to come again. Christian and I both groan in response as she tightens around both of us.
I don't know how Christian has the strength to hold himself up, but he manages to keep his upper body off of Ana and in turn his weight off of me. Despite that, none of us move for some time. Even after our breathing evens out and we all come down from the incredible high of the orgasms, we don't move. I wish we were in bed right now; I would just roll over and the three of us could stay connected without worrying about hurting anyone. Instead we're on the living couch where there's little room available.
"I love you Ana," I whisper.
"I love you Taylor," she kisses me before leaning up and kissing Christian. "I love you Christian."
It's several minutes later before Christian pulls out of Ana and then helps her climb off of me; despite coming twice in a short period of time all I can think about is having Ana back in my arms and sliding back into her. I love having her in my arms, having her body wrapped around mind and feeling closer to her than I have anyone in my entire life. There is nothing that can compare to.
"Come take a shower with me?" I ask Ana taking her hand and leading her down the hall before she can respond.
"And this is why we need that bathroom with three shower heads," Christian jokes.
"That was amazing," Ana says as she wraps her arms around my neck letting the water cascade off of our bodies.
"You're okay? Not too…sore?" I ask knowing that must have been intense for her. Her and Christian in the truck, me and her on the couch and then the three of us on the couch.
"Oh I'm sure I won't be able to walk tomorrow but right now I'm fine," she giggles. "It'll be worth it, that was…"
"Yeah it was."
There are no words, there never have been to describe what the three of us have.
"Do you think he'll be okay?" Ana gestures towards the door a few minutes later. "I'm worried about him with…what happened."
"He will be," I say confidently. "He just may need some time to process everything."
We finish up in the shower and head back to the living room where we find Christian sitting at the dining room table drinking a beer. I grab one for each of us and Ana and I sit down next to him. For several minutes none of us say anything; I'm not sure what happened but something burst the little bubble we were all in.
"Elliot called," Christian finally says.
"And?" Ana puts her hand on his.
"Mom kicked…dad out of the house," he sighs.
Holy shit. Christian's parents have been married…forever.
"Christian don't blame yourself-" Ana warns.
"I don't," he interrupts quickly. "I may have caused a blow up at the house by what I announced, but he fucked it up beyond that. That was all him. I just…still can't believe he said that…about us."
What the fuck do you say…I'm sorry your Dad was an ass and implied that he loved his biological child more than you?
"Maybe he didn't quite mean it the way he said it," Ana offers.
"There's no other way he could have fucking meant it!" Christian snaps.
I have to give Ana credit, rather than shrinking away at Christian's raised voice, she slowly gets up from the chair and walks over to him. He doesn't say anything but looks up in obvious surprise having likely expected her to shy away from him. Instead she squeezes herself in the small space between the table and his chair, until she's straddling his legs sitting on his lap. He wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in her neck; she whispers things to him that even sitting this close I can't hear.
"Is Elliot okay?" I ask; he was there when Carrick said…well what he said and since Elliot was adopted as well it probably hit him just as hard.
"He's well on his way to being drunk right now," Christian chuckles. "Kate stopped at the liquor store on the way home; he's probably going to have a nasty hangover tomorrow."
"I don't know what to say man," I admit.
"There's nothing to say."