Chpt. 20 TPOV:

Flashback….Possible Trigger Warning ….

"Fuck…we're hit," Christian announces.

"Can we make it?"

"No, I need to put her down somewhere."

Before he can even finish the sentence, we're being shot at again. The bullets seem to be coming from all different directions, but that doesn't stop me from trying to get the sons of bitches as I fire back quickly at them. When a jolt hits us, I know without Christian telling me that we've been hit again. Black smoke surrounds the plane; if I can't see shit that means Christian can't either. I hear him radioing for help, relaying our coordinates but I can't hear if someone responds.

"I'm going to try to get us as low as possible, but prepare to evacuate," he says.

Fuck, it's worse than I thought. I focus on laying fire in every direction possible, hoping to take out at least a couple of the bastards shooting at us. The gun fire at us seems to lessen; whether it's because I've hit them or it's because we're going down and they're just waiting for us to crash I don't know. If they're waiting for us to crash though, they'll be disappointed; there's no way in hell Christian is going to crash this plane with us in it. He's the best pilot in our unit-

"Prepare for emergency evacuation," he alerts me. "We're going to go on five…1…2…3…4…5."

The next thing I know we're in the air, the ground far below me; I try searching for Christian but the sky is pitch dark. I don't see anything; my parachute is deployed and I'm jolted back up several hundred feet but now I'm falling much slower. A loud crash startles me; my hand immediately goes to the pistol at my hip as I search to find the source. When the sky lights up brightly, I have my answer. The plane we were in only seconds ago, has crashed and is now engulfed in a ball of flames.

The moment my feet hit the ground, I cut away the parachute and start searching for Christian knowing though that the men who were shooting at us could be anywhere. That's the problem with flying into places like this, you have no idea who the fucking enemy is. This was supposed to be a fucking easy in and out mission; we were only supposed to be gathering intel. There weren't supposed to be any hostiles in the area.

"Christian? Christian? CHRISTIAN?"

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

I throw myself against a tree for protection-

End flashback…End possible trigger warning…

"Taylor! Taylor wake the fuck up!"

I bolt upright, my hand immediately going to the pistol holder on my hip. It takes several minutes before I realize that I'm not back in the hell hole, that it's not a tree against my back but a headboard and that instead I'm in Christian's bed…in the bed that we've shared with Ana for the last couple of months. A quick glance next to me, shows an empty bed and I start panicking concerned that I hurt Ana. I would never forgive myself if I did something to her-

"Ana?" I pant.

"Right here, Taylor…I'm here," her soft voice has me looking in the other direction where Ana is standing in the corner of the room.

"Did I….?"

"No," Christian says firmly. "I moved Ana from the bed when…it first started."

"I didn't hurt you?"

"No, I'm fine," she assures me slowly walking towards the bed. "Christian picked me up and had me across the room before I even woke up."

"Thank fuck," I grab her as soon as she's close enough and hold her against me. My head rests on her stomach as her hands glide over my back trying to ease the tension from me. For the longest time none of us say anything; eventually we return to the bed, but I can tell none of us are going to go back to sleep. I hate that Ana had to see that; I thought the nightmares were finally gone, it's been ages since I've had one. Especially one that woke anyone else up; I had one a few weeks ago but I woke up before it got too bad.

Too bad…

What a fucking joke that is. As if the shit we saw over there wasn't bad enough.

" ?" Ana asks softly.

"No."

"You should tell her."

"I know."

"You don't have to," Ana lies her head on my shoulder, squeezing my hand tightly.

"I'm going to go grab a shower," Christian says and I nod to him as he leaves the room.

I know what he's doing; he doesn't want to be here when I tell her and he knows I'm going to. How many times have I relived that nightmare? How many times has that nightmare changed and ended differently?

"I love you Taylor," I close my eyes at her words; she may not know it but that's exactly what I needed to hear right now.

"I love you Ana, so fucking much," I kiss the top of her head before lifting her onto me. If I'm going to do this, I need to be closer to her; I need to feel her against me, I need her to keep me here. Her legs fall to the bed next to mine as she rests her head on my shoulder letting me just hold her. Again, somehow she knows that's exactly what I need right now. I need to just hold her, to feel her bare skin against mine.

"You don't need to-"

"Christian and I were flying together on what was supposed to be an intel gathering mission," I take a deep breath before continuing. "They didn't want to draw any attention to us, so they sent in just one plane to gather intel on what was going on in the far outskirts of the town. The satellite imaging and intelligence had indicating there were no hostiles in the area so our focus was on identifying any unusual activity, abandoned buildings, etc. that could be used when we began to move forward. We flew in late one night, using the darkness to slip in unnoticed as we knew that the hostiles in the town kept a close watch on the airspace. I don't know how they spotted us, but the next thing I knew we were being shot at."

"Oh God," she whispers and tenses in my arms.

"Christian was in charge of actually flying the plane whereas I was focused on lying fire and trying to take out as many of the bastards shooting at us as possible. Unfortunately we were outnumbered; our plane was shot and we had to abandon it. We jumped, and parachuted to the ground."

"What happened when you landed?"

"We were separated, the wind had pushed us further apart than we expected. We had no idea where the hostiles were and had limited ammunition and supplies on us since we were only supposed to be doing a quick fly over and then we would return to our base within a couple of hours. It took a while to find…Christian. The entire time every situation you can imagine went through my head; for hours I had no idea if he was alive, dead or captured by hostiles who were hiding behind the abandoned buildings."

"What happened to him?"

"Nothing," I chuckle. "His chute got snagged on the way down and he had to cut himself loose. He broke his wrist in the landing and was banged up, but otherwise he was fine. It took the entire night for us to find each other but eventually we did."

"Then what?"

"What should have been a bunch of abandoned buildings on the outskirts of a town, were anything but abandoned. We hid in the woods, constantly trying to hide from the hostiles while slowly making our way further north to an area where we were told a chopper would be sent to evacuate us to the base."

"How long were you out there for?"

"Three days," I sigh. "The first chopper they sent was shot at; apparently our evacuation point had been compromised so they had to set up a new one and be more strategic with our evacuation. The second point was further away so we had to hike for another day before we were able to reach it safely."

"Three days," she shudders against me. "I can't imagine."

"We had to maintain radio silence as to not draw attention to ourselves; we had next to no supplies and had to make do with the limited food and water we had on us."

"Your nightmare was about…that night?"

"Yes," I run my hand up and down her bare back. "Some nights it's like reliving that night over and over again; other nights…I don't find Christian…"

"I'm sorry Taylor," she whispers.

"It is what it is," I shrug. "The nightmares were nearly every night at first, but they've slowed down…especially in the last few months."

"The last few months….?"

"I don't know what it is Ana, but having you here…sleeping next to you, helps."

"Neither of us have as many nightmares as we did before you moved in here," Christian says from the doorway.

"Why?" she asks.

"I don't know baby," I admit. "You bring a sense of calm at night that I never knew I could have."

"I do?"

"We sleep better with you than we ever have," Christian slips into the bed next to us.

Ana lifts her head up and her eyes meet mine; I expect to see pity in them which is usually how people react after hearing what we went through. Instead I see…love, nothing else but love. I'm gutted by her reaction; there are no words to even begin to describe how that makes me feel. Instead I lift her chin and lower my lips to hers.

Although the last thing I wanted was for Ana to see one of my nightmares, I'm relieved that Christian was here when it happened. My biggest fear always has been that I'll have one with her next to me and that I'll lash out if she tries to wake me. Christian tried once and that ended with him having a fat lip courtesy of my fist. I would never forgive myself if something like that happened to Ana. God, if Christian hadn't had been here or if he hadn't recognized my nightmare early enough.

"It's over," she whispers when I shudder against her.

"Maybe I should sleep in my room-"

"What?" she sits straight up.

"Why the fuck would you do that?" Christian asks.

"If you weren't here man," I shake my head.

"I was here," he points out.

"Still…what if you didn't wake up?"

"He did," Ana argues. "He had me out of the bed long before you even started moving around."

"I'd never forgive myself if I hurt you Ana," I squeeze her hand.

"You didn't and you won't," she says.

"You don't know that," I argue.

"You won't," Christian says firmly. "I'll make sure she's safe before anything happens."

"What if-"

"Have I ever slept through one of your nightmares?" he cuts me off. "Even when you were in your room, I knew when you were having them. They're kind of impossible to sleep through," he chuckles trying to lighten the mood.

"I trust you Taylor," Ana leans down to kiss me. "And I trust Christian; I know neither of you will hurt me."

"Never," I wrap an arm around her back, holding her tightly against me.

With her lips on mine, I touch her everywhere needing to feel her even though she's practically on top of me. As always, my dick immediately responds to Ana's naked body being this close to me; hell it was hard the moment her beautiful body was on top of mine. But now, with her bare sex against me it takes everything in me not to slip inside of her. The only thing stopping me is knowing that Ana deserves better; that I should take my time, tease her until she's practically begging us for a release. But at the same time, I need her. I need her more than I've ever needed anyone. I need to feel her close to me; I need to feel the connection that I only feel when the three of us are together. I need to feel…alive.

"Ana," I hiss when she reaches between us and strokes my throbbing dick.

She doesn't say a word, instead she lifts up just enough to place me at her opening before slowly lowering herself onto me. Her tightness surrounds me, gripping me as if she doesn't want to let me go, which is exactly how I feel right now. We both moan when she takes me in completely; she lays her head on my chest and doesn't move for the longest time. Her arms are wrapped around my neck and mine are around her back holding her tight against me. She slowly start kissing and nibbling at my chest, slowing making her way up my neck, my jaw until all I can think about is having her lips against mine. Cupping her head I bring her right where I want her, where I need her. We pull back breathless, several minutes later.

Christian sits up next to us and leans over kissing her, causing her tighten even more around my dick that is buried inside of her. I groan watching them kiss, loving the passion that is there. My thumb goes to her clit, teasing her while Christian teases her hardened nipples. She grips my shoulder, holding onto me tightly while her other hand holds Christian's head against her. I love how responsive she is to us; how we both together can bring her so much pleasure. And I love how in this moment, she knew that I needed this. That I needed this connection, after that nightmare.

"Oh God…." She moans.

"Can you come just like this baby? From us teasing your clit and your nipples-"

"Yessssssss."

"I want you to come like this," he climbs behind Ana straddling my legs and wraps an arm around her waist. "Don't ride him, just come with his dick buried inside of you while we play with you. Can you do that?"

Fuck…his words are making it hard not to thrust deeper inside of her; I can tell she's getting turned on by it because she keeps gripping me, trying to suck me deeper into her. Putting more pressure on her clit, I focus on her trying to ignore the overwhelming urge to tell her to ride me.

"Feel how hard we are for you baby," Christian whispers. "You drive us crazy with need."

"So fucking crazy," I groan and force my hips back to the bed when I realize at some point I had thrusted into her.

"Taylor…Christian…." she moans when I pinch her clit.

"Come baby…let me feel you come on me…." I thrust into her and it immediately sets her off.

She screams our names and I groan, fighting back the ache in my balls not wanting this to end so quickly. Ana rocks against us and fuck if that doesn't make me want to empty myself into her even more. As she finally comes down from her release, she collapses onto my chest, breathing heavily against my neck. My hands glide over her soft thighs up to her hips while Christian caresses her back as we slowly bring her back to us.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper when she lifts her head.

"I'm a mess," she giggles. "I have bed head."

"You're beautiful," Christian leans into us and kisses her.

"Feel better?" she asks.

"Baby," I chuckle. "Considering I'm buried inside of your tight pussy, I couldn't feel any better right now."

"Taylor!" she gasps. "That's not what I meant."

"I know, but this helps," I assure her.

"You good?" she leans back and kisses Christian.

"I'm good."

BANG

I nearly jump off the bed before realizing a door from an apartment next to us slammed shut. I haven't been this jumpy in a long time; when we first came home I used to jump at every sound. Christian and I both had our guards up for so long after we came home; it's only been since we found Ana again that we let some of that go. Now the nightmare has brought that all back to the surface again, where I'm back to jumping over a fucking door closing.

"Stay with me," Ana's soft voice at my lips immediately brings me back to reality.

"I'm here," I take a deep breath and relax the grip I had on Ana's thighs hoping like hell I didn't hurt her.

"Good?" Christian asks from behind Ana.

"Yeah," I meet his eyes and nod.

He knows the shit the nightmares bring back; he used to have them every night just like I did. We both were a mess when we finally came stateside again, but things changed. It's been so long since either of us had to deal with this shit. Instead of focusing on everything again, I focus on the beautiful woman sitting on my lap running her hands over my chest. The woman who is everything I've ever needed and wanted in my life. And behind her, Christian; the man who I clicked with in basic training and became my best friend. The man whose family welcomed me on breaks so I had some place to go rather than sitting alone in a hotel. The man who became my family when it had been so long since I felt like I had one. The two of them, they are my life.

"I love you," I whisper saying it to neither one specifically.

I bring Ana's lips to mine just as my hands trail up to beautiful full tits; she moans against my lips when I tease her nipples letting her know the nightmare shit is done with. She rocks herself against me; my dick throbs in response once again ready for action. Ana leans back, wrapping her arms around Christian's neck and kisses him just as thoroughly as she did me. He groans and slips his hand around her front, straight down her flat stomach to her clit. Her juices coat me as she grips me tighter in response to our touching. I lean over to the nightstand next to the bed and grab the bottle of lube that we keep there.

"Come here baby," I pull Ana back to me and hand Christian the bottle.

He nods in appreciation before pulling back slightly from Ana to coat himself and prepare her. She moans against my lips when Christian slips a finger into her backside; when the second finger enters her she starts rocking between us chasing the orgasm that all the teasing we did has pushed her closer to. I lift her up slightly, giving Christian the room he needs to slip into her without causing her discomfort. She tenses for a brief moment when he begins to slip inside of her tight entrance, but after taking a deep breath she relaxes and starts kissing me deeper.

"Baby," Christian hisses as he presses his chest against her back.

"You both…feel so good," she pants as she eases herself lower on me.

"Ana," I groan trying to caution her.

"Fuck," Christian and I both moan at the same time when she takes both of us completely inside of her.

There's no space between us; the three of us are pressed tightly against one another. No one moves for several minutes, instead we just enjoy the feeling of Ana between us and us pressed against her. In this position there isn't much space to move, but Ana grips my shoulders and slowly starts moving between us.

"You're so tight baby, you're killing me," it's taking everything in me to hold back the orgasm that's threatening to burst at any moment.

"I need…" she pants not quite sure what she needs.

"We've got you baby," Christian starts thrusting faster into her.

"We've always got you," I slip my fingers between us until I reach her clit.

"Yes!"

"Always…we will always take care of you," Christian assures her.

Our eyes catch over Ana's shoulder when she drops her head to Christian's shoulder; in that moment I know that Christian feels the same way I do. Ana is it for us and this…whatever this is between the three of us is it. I can't imagine a future without either of them.

"Please…" Ana begs.

I increase the teasing at her clit and Christian starts thrusting quicker into her; from my position there isn't much room, but I stay buried deep inside of her loving the way she continuously grips me as her need begins taking over. She's moaning loudly and gripping both of us tighter; when she digs her nails into my shoulder I lose it.

"Fuck Ana," I hiss and give into the orgasm I've been trying to hold back for far too long.

"Taylor!" she gasps as I pour myself into her.

"Come for us baby," Christian groans and thrusts hard and deep into her, pushing her beautiful tits against my chest.

"Christian!" She calls out his name as the release finally hits her.

I crush my lips against hers just as Christian grabs my arm tightly, calling out Ana's name as I feel him empty himself into her. My hand falls to his leg next to me; I keep one hand on both of them, needing to keep this feeling as long as possible. Nothing compares to this…to how connected I feel when the three of us are together.

"I should go wash up," Christian whispers a few minutes later.

"Stay," Ana reaches back and grabs his ass pulling him closer to her.

We all groan as the subtle movement pushes him deeper into Ana's tight ass, something we each feel differently. Ana rests her head against my shoulder; I run my fingers through her soft hair loving how her body feels against mine. I have no idea how much time passes, but eventually Christian slowly pulls himself from Ana and I lift her off of me. Her head is barely on the pillow before she's sound asleep again. Unfortunately I know sleep won't find me easily, even after that so I head to the bathroom to wash up before going into the living room to check my email.

"Not going to try to sleep?" Christian joins me a few minutes later.

"No point," I shrug. He knows and understands; he doesn't go back to sleep after his nightmares either. "You can sleep in there with her."

"I'm good," he grabs a bottle of water and sits on the couch next to me.

"Mike got back to us," I say before clicking on the email.

"Did he accept the offer?" Christian asks.

"He did," I sigh in relief.

"He did?"

"Yup."

We've been negotiating for the last couple of weeks on the house that we toured with Ana; we even went as far as looking at other houses but none of them compared to the house that Mike owned. That one had the most potential and had the perfect set up for us. It took quite a bit of back and forth with Mike but as of late last night we finally agreed to a sale price.

"We're going to buy a house," Christian smiles and leans back on the couch.

"We are, the three of us."

"I never would have thought that night at the club, when we helped Ana away from that bastard that this is where we would end up," he says.

"Me either, but there's nowhere else I would rather be."

"We close in 30?"

"Yeah."

"I'll get a hold of the realtor who sold us this place and see what time frame he suggests for putting this place on the market," Christian says.

We went back and forth on that; none of us want to hold two mortgages but we can't move into the new house since it has no kitchen. The plan is to finish the kitchen and one of the bedrooms before we move in. We're going to do the rest of the work while we live there, but a kitchen and bedroom is a must.

The idea of moving into that house with Christian and Ana is like something I've never felt before. Even though the three of us picked out this condo, it didn't feel like it was truly mine. I don't know why; our names are all on the dead and the mortgage and we all put in equal amounts as a down payment. This place is mine just as much as it's theirs but it didn't feel that way for some reason. This house…this is our house.