AN: This is the second update today.
Chpt. 25 APOV:
UGH….
I wake up alone, and naked, in bed with a throbbing headache. In fact my entire body is sore; clearly I drank way too much last night when we were at the club. I raise my head, instantly regretting it, to look at the clock and I'm shocked to see that it's already after eleven. I'm also surprised though to see a bottle of water next to a bottle of ibuprofen sitting on the night stand. It takes several tries before I manage to grab both bottles and swallow two of the tablets. I lay back down and close my eyes, willing the medicine to start working quickly. I can't remember the last time I woke up with a hangover; I can't remember the last time I was even drunk enough to even have a hangover.
Eventually the medicine and water kick in enough that I can get out of bed without wanting to crawl back in it. I grab a pair of leggings and a t shirt, get dressed and use the bathroom before heading out into the living room where I find Christian and Taylor on the couch watching some sport thing on TV. As I walk into the room I have to step over my dress, bra and shoes just to get to the couch.
"Guess you guys were in a hurry last night," I giggle plopping on couch between them.
"That wasn't us," Taylor chuckles.
"Huh?"
"The shoes and dress were you," Christian clarifies.
"Me?"
"Yup," Taylor confirms. "Not sure when your shoes came off but we were coming out of the kitchen when you were taking your dress off."
"In the middle of the living room," Christian adds.
"I did?"
"The bra I admit was me though," Christian smirks.
"UGH, I drank too much last night."
"You were definitely drunk," Taylor laughs. "Do you remember much?"
"It's coming back in bits and pieces," I admit remembering stumbling from the cab.
"You're very bold when you're drunk," Christian's expression tells me that obviously I was very forthcoming last night.
"I was?"
"Very," Taylor leans in and nips at my neck.
"You let us know exactly what you wanted."
"And what us kissing each other does to you."
"I did?"
"It was very sexy," Christian says.
"Incredibly sexy," Taylor agrees.
"I'm never drinking again," I groan my face blushing imagining what exactly I said to them. Not going to lie, watching them kiss when we made love the other night had to be the hottest thing I've ever seen.
"Why? We loved your boldness," Christian turns my head so I'm looking at him. "I love hearing what you think, what you want us to do…"
"And when you just go for what you want," Taylor finishes Christian's sentence.
"Oh God," I moan.
"Don't be embarrassed," Christian says.
"It was hot Ana," Taylor adds.
"Really hot," Christian agrees.
"Can we just forget last night happened?"
"Not a chance," Taylor says.
"Hell no."
"You have nothing to be ashamed of Ana," Taylor takes my hand in his. "We loved how bold you were last night; we loved seeing you go for what you want, telling us what you want and how you felt."
"You can do that again anytime you want; you don't need the alcohol to do it though. You want to see Taylor and I kiss because it turns you on-"
"Oh God," I can't believe I admitted that.
"Just saying Ana, you don't have to be drunk to tell us what you want," Christian finishes.
"Can we just stop talking about what I did last night?" I beg.
"For now," Taylor chuckles and kisses me.
"How long have you two been awake?" I change the subject.
"A few hours," Christian says.
"You weren't hung over?"
"A small headache," Taylor admits.
"Not at all," Christian answers.
"You both suck." I groan and they both chuckle.
"Do you want something to eat?" Taylor asks. "It might help."
"No, I just want to sit here and not move for awhile."
That's pretty much how we spent the day; the three of us on the couch binge watching shows on Netflix while I nursed my hangover. At some point I even fell asleep and woke up with my head on Christian's lap and my legs over Taylor's thighs. The guys both took amazing care of me, without rubbing it in my face that it was my own fault that I felt like crap all day. Taylor cooked dinner for us while Christian pampered me in the shower. I love how they each fell into their own roles and how they simply cared for me. I can't remember the last time I ever felt like that. Growing up my mother definitely wasn't the typical motherly type. If I was sick, she of course would take me to the doctor or give me medicine, but I don't recall ever being cared for like this. There's love in everything that Christian and Taylor do.
"Feeling better?" Christian asks as the three of us lay in bed together that night.
"Much, thank you."
"Are we still on for tomorrow?" Taylor asks.
"Shopping for the kitchen and bathroom? Yup."
"I'll be coming from a meeting with the client, if I'm late you guys can start on the kitchen if you want since that's mostly you're area."
"We can wait-"
"Ana, we all know that I wouldn't be much help in picking out the appliances for the kitchen since I won't be the one using them," he laughs. "I'll try to make it there on time, but if not, start with the kitchen. Whatever you two decide will be fine. But the shower on the other hand…that I want to help with."
"No surprise there," Taylor chuckles knowing that the shower has been one of Christian's favorite parts of the new house design.
"We'll wait for you," I assure him. "I have a few design options for the space, but we'll need to decide on the tile and then what type of shower heads we want. Whether we go with all the same ones or different ones for each of us."
I fall asleep shortly after with images of a few designs for the shower heavy on my mind; I'm hoping the shower last night with the three of us was the first of many that we'll take together. The only issue with the shower last night is that it was incredibly cramped; we all couldn't be under the water at the same time. The designs that I've come up with allow for us to have our own space but not to be too far away from one another while we're in the shower either. I don't want the space too big…kind of like what the guys said about too big of a bed. I think we would move towards each other anyway, so might as well have the shower stall itself too large.
The next morning is thankfully easier than the last one, as the hangover is completely gone. We've fallen into an easy routine in the mornings before we all head out to work. Some mornings, like today, one of us will head out earlier and some mornings we all leave at the same time. We don't car pool to work though since we're not in the office all day. For the most part I rarely see the guys during the day; today we specifically blocked out time to go to the supplier since we're on a tight time frame for the remodeling of the house and unfortunately they were closed yesterday.
I meet up with Taylor at the supply center and unfortunately as Christian predicted, he was running late so it's just the two of us to plan the kitchen.
"Hi," Taylor kisses me as soon as I get out of my car.
"Ready to design a kitchen?"
"Well, technically you already designed it," he chuckles.
"I designed the layout, we need to pick out the cabinets, countertops, appliances and hardware."
"I've never picked anything like this out before."
"Me either," he looks at me questioningly. "Not for myself I mean; anytime I've done this it's always been for what a customer wanted not what I wanted."
"Any ideas on what you might want?"
"Nothing too light, but not too dark either," I giggle. "That doesn't make sense does it?"
"No, it does actually."
We head inside hand in hand and immediately I lead Taylor back to the kitchen section, having been in this store multiple times I know the layout pretty well already. We both gravitate to the one display which has always been one of my favorite designs they have here.
"Ms. Steele, welcome back," Jose greets me. "What are we designing today?"
"Jose, nice to see you," I shake his offered hand before turning to Taylor. "Jose, this is Taylor my fiancé, Taylor this is Jose the kitchen and bath design manager. We just bought a house that was in the middle of a remodel so the kitchen has been gutted."
"Oh! You're designing for yourself finally," he chuckles.
"Yes, we're actually going to be designing the kitchen and bathroom today," I agree. "But here's the catch; we need everything in stock and able to be delivered in no more than a week."
"A week."
"We have to be out of our current place in three weeks, so time isn't on our side."
"Okay, well let's get started and see what we can do for you. Where do you want to start?"
"Here," Taylor decides.
"This one?" I turn to him surprised.
"If you don't-"
"No, it's my favorite model here. The combination of the dark cabinets with the lighter counter top has always appealed to me."
"The darkness of the cabinets is what I like."
"This stone countertop is amazing," I take his hand and run it over the top. "You can put a hot pan directly on it without putting anything underneath it."
"Do you have the kitchen specs Ms. Steele?" Jose asks.
"Here," I hand him the layout.
"Why don't I see what we have in stock for this set up? If you two want to look at the appliances I can meet you over there?" Jose suggests.
Taylor and I spend the next hour picking out a stove, fridge, dishwasher and garbage disposal. We're nearly finished by the time Christian rushes into the area, quickly finding us.
"Sorry I'm late," he leans in kisses me quickly before nodding to Taylor.
"It's fine, we were just finishing up the kitchen design," I say.
"Ms. Steele, it looks like we have the cabinets and countertops in stock," Jose joins us. "We can have those delivered in two days; the appliances come from our other warehouse so those won't be in until next week sometime but I assume if that won't be a problem?"
"No, that's fine. Jose this is my fiancé Christian, Christian this is Jose who has been helping us with the kitchen."
"Your fiancé? I thought…." Jose looks between me and Taylor who is still holding my hand and Christian who has his arm around my waist.
"Are we ready to move onto the bathroom?" Christian asks ignoring Jose's confusion completely.
"We were just ready to move over there I believe. Jose you have everything for the kitchen that you need?"
"Y…yes the kitchen design is complete, if you'll follow me," Jose leads the three of us to the next display center which has small bathroom designs set up. "Do you have an idea of what you're looking for?"
"Yes, we need a shower with three shower heads," Christian says happily.
"Three?" Jose clarifies.
"Yes, three shower heads but also big enough for three people," Taylor adds.
"I have the specs here," I pull the bathroom design layout from my bag. "The measurements of the shower stall will allow for space we're looking for; we'll need to decide on the hardware for the shower which like they said we'll need three sets of. Then a double vanity sink, toilet and tiles."
"No bathtub?"
"Not in this bathroom, the space wouldn't allow for one so I've added a bench to the shower instead. There's another full bathroom in the house that we're going to put a large soaker tub in when we complete that one but for the master bathroom the only way to get a decent size tub in there would be to cut back on the shower space and-"
"We're not doing that," Christian says firmly.
"Since you have the basic design already, let's look at hardware," Jose leads us over to a few display areas walking us through the features of each piece.
If Taylor was in heaven in the kitchen section, this is by far Christian's area. He listens intently, asking tons of questions about each piece before deciding on what "his" shower head will look like. Taylor picks his out relatively quickly, opting for a simple rainfall shower head that will mount from the ceiling. Christian and I both opt for wall mounted shower heads but with different features. The toilet and sinks are much easier to pick out and surprisingly we all agree pretty quickly on the tile for the shower itself. We chose dark tiles to for the shower itself but lighter ones for the floor and backsplash of the sink.
"Let me input this into the computer and see what we're looking at as far as availability and delivery options," Jose announces as we make our final decision on the lights for the bathroom.
"Can we just fast forward a couple of weeks?" Christian asks.
"Huh?" Taylor looks just as confused as I am.
"Tell me you're not picturing Ana naked in the shower we just designed," Christian whispers.
"Christian!" I gasp looking around to make sure no one overheard him.
"Actually, I've been picturing her on the counter top that we picked out earlier," Taylor admits. "I'm looking forward to christening the kitchen at the new house like we did the one in the condo."
"Taylor!"
"The kitchen at the condo?"
"When the chicken burnt."
"I'm right here you know," I point out.
"That you are," Christian wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in front of him so my back rests against his chest.
"Tell me you weren't thinking about the three of us in the shower when we were looking at them," Taylor whispers.
"Well…of course I was but…." I blush.
"Good news," Jose approaches us, I go to step away from Christian but he holds me firmly against him. "We have everything in stock, we can deliver it all with your cabinets this week."
"Perfect, thank you Jose," I take the papers he offers.
"No problem, just take these to the front for payment and I'll get these orders processed," he extends his hand to me before doing the same to both Taylor and Christian.
We pay for the order and decide to head over to a local diner for dinner since it ended up taking longer than we originally thought it would to pick everything out. It's really no surprise that we spend the time talking about the new house. The new, much larger, bed has already been ordered and should be delivered late next week just in time for the kitchen and bathroom to remodels to be finished if all goes as planned. I love watching both Christian and Taylor talk about the house and the remodel, but especially Taylor because this is something he's lacked in his life.
I watch them go back and forth about the house and what they want to work on next after we move in and the master bedroom is complete. As I watch them I can't help but think about how so much has changed in such a short period of time since the three of us found each other again. When I left the hotel that morning I never thought I would see either of them again and certainly never expected to end up marrying both of them and buying a house together. But I wouldn't change a thing about how things worked out for the three of us. If you would have told me before that night in Georgia that I would fall in love with two amazing guys and would be planning a life with both of them, I would have told you that it was impossible. I never would have believed that it was possible to love two people at the same time. But, after meeting them that night in the club, I learned it was possible. It's crazy, but what we have works and is absolutely amazing. I love both of them completely.
"Ready to go home Ana?" Christian asks.
"I'm ready," I take Taylor's offered hand and let him lead me out of the restaurant.
Sleep finds the three of us fairly quickly after we come home from dinner; I fall asleep wrapped in Christian's arms with Taylor's legs wrapped around mine. It's late when I wake up unexpectedly; the room is dark, the only light coming from the two small nightlights that are always on when we go to bed. I only have to wonder for a moment what woke me up; a second later I have my answer when I feel someone's soft breath against my bare sex. I pull the blankets back to find Taylor laying between my legs; our eyes meet just as he licks me slowly from my center to my clit. I moan, opening myself to him, my hips raising on their own begging him for more. He doesn't give it to me though, he continues his lazy licks teasing me for several minutes.
"Now I could get used to waking up like this," Christian whispers in my ear his hand coming up to find my hardened nipples.
"Please," I beg both of them.
Christian rolls to his side, taking my mouth in in his, silencing my moans just as Taylor slips a finger inside of me. Christian's fingers tease my nipple, his tongue licking me like Taylor is doing on my sex. My hand grips Taylor's head firmly, desperately trying to guide him to where I want him the most. My other hand goes to Christian's dick; he groans when I grab him through his underwear.
"Take these off," I tell him intent on teasing him just as he's doing to me.
He quickly pushes his underwear down, tossing them to the floor before laying back down next to me. Before I can return to my plan of teasing Christian, Taylor latches onto my clit with his mouth causing me to scream out as the release rushes towards me. Christian teases my nipple just as Taylor slips another finger inside of me, curling them upward so they hit
"TAYLOR!" I scream out just before Christian's mouth silences me.
Taylor slowly brings me down from the orgasm, slowing his fingers inside of me before removing them completely. He lifts my hips further, his mouth sliding lower until his tongue enters me, taking in the evidence of my release. Christian's own movements slow, but neither of them stop touching me.
"Taylor," Christian groans easing back from my lips.
I lean up to see what caused Christian to groan and the site nearly has me coming again. Taylor's mouth covers my sex, licking me, teasing me and flicking my clit when I least expect it. But it's what he's doing to Christian that has us both breathing heavier. Taylor's hand is wrapped around Christian's hard dick, slowly stroking him as his mouth is on me. I turn to find Christian intently watching Taylor's hand on him but also watching what Taylor's doing to me. I love that Christian and Taylor have become more comfortable in bed; instead of them making love to me it's as if the three of us are making love to each other. Watching them touch or kiss, just furthers the incredible connection that three of us already have.
I lean up and kiss Christian; he instantly responds following me back down to the pillow. My hips arch as Taylor pushes me higher and higher towards another release. His fingers hold me open while he tastes me, sucks on me and even nibbles on my sensitive skin when I least expect it. Christian reaches over and blindly grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand. When he stops kissing me, I lean up and watch as he puts his hand over Taylor's stopping the movements while he pours the liquid over his dick. With the bottle tossed on the side of the bed, Christian releases Taylor's hand and lays back down next to me. It's only a few moments later when Christian moans into my mouth, his legs press against mine as he arches into Taylor's hand.
"Taylor," I moan when he flicks my clit again. He's teasing me but not giving me enough to come again. I'm tense, desperate for the release that is right there.
Without saying a word he sucks my clit quickly into his mouth, but again just enough to keep me right there without going any further. He kisses his way up my stomach, stopping to nibble on the nipple that Christian isn't teasing. When I feel his hard, bare dick against my sex my hips thrust up to meet him and we both groan when he slips deep into me. His arm falls to just above my shoulder, the other hand still stroking Christian's dick against my thigh.
"I love waking up with you on my lips," he groans as he thrusts into me again.
"Taylor…."
"Let me taste her," Christian pulls Taylor to him until their lips meet just above me. Watching the two men that I love more than anything show each other how much they love one another is all it takes; the orgasm that Taylor has been teasing me with for far too long hits me unexpectedly. I call out both their names; they both lower themselves to meet me, until the three of us are kissing each other. I'm rocking against Taylor, desperately trying to prolong the orgasm.
"Fuck…" Christian groans. "I need to be inside of you Ana."
"Yes… yes… yes," I moan wanting to feel them both inside of me.
Taylor rolls us to our sides; I hear the cap of the lube open and close before Christian rests up against my back. I wrap an arm around Taylor, placing my leg over his hip as I rock against him slowing riding him while his fingers tease my tight entrance. Christian's hand glides over my thigh, squeezing it tightly when Taylor leaves me and reaches for Christian's erection.
"Put me in," Christian grunts.
Taylor's eyes open and meet mine, I nod and stop my movements against him. Taylor leans up, stretching to find the best position but seconds later I feel Christian against my ass. I feel Taylor's hand on him, stroking him as Christian slowly presses into me. My head falls back against Christian's shoulder, he immediately takes my mouth in his, kissing me as if his life depended on it. With one quick thrust, Christian's inside of me and Taylor slowly begins to move in and out of my tightened sex. Their hands never leave my body, gently touching me, teasing me and bringing me from the initial discomfort of having them both inside of me quickly to a state of incredible arousal where I'm begging them to give me more. Their hands link against my ass, both of them squeezing it as we all race towards the release that is quickly approaching us.
"Oh God," I moan gripping both Christian and Taylor tightly.
"Fuck baby," Taylor says against my lips.
"Ana," Christian groans adding far too many syllables to my name as he starts thrusting quickly in and out of me.
"Don't stop," Taylor reaches across and grab Christian's leg.
"I… I…" calling out both of their names I come harder than before.
"Ana…" Christian sinks into me one final time before I feel him find his release only seconds before Taylor calls out my name and explodes deep inside of me.
"Wow…" I gasp.
"That's one way to wake up," Christian says breathlessly.
"I couldn't sleep," Taylor shrugs. "And some beautiful woman was lying naked next to me, her tits pressed up against my chest, just begging to be played with."
Both of them groan when I tighten around them, Taylor's words arousing me even when I didn't think I could become aroused again.