AN: This is still Madison's friend. Thank you for all the kind comments & support! I appreciate it more than you will ever know. This week has been horrific. Yesterday was the worst Thanksgiving I've ever experienced. Dementia truly does steal all the joy from a family. If you know any caregivers please, be kind to them. I promise you they need all the kindness and positive vibes they can get. I will keep updating when I'm able to, as long as the trolls don't get too nasty. I would like you all to leave comments again. Some people had the idea that I post updates of 1 story in bulk until that story is complete. Then posting another story. If I do that. Which story would you like me to post first? Do you want me to post 1 story to it's completion, before posting another story? Keep in mind that as of now I can't post Unwritten. I'm waiting on Madison to fix the story, when she has a chance.

Chpt. 27 TPOV:

"Why did you schedule a meeting for so early after last night's late meeting?" I groan when Ana leans down to kiss me goodbye. It's not really early but considering the dinner with Carrick ran so late last night and then we…well we were up late last night, it feels much earlier than it really is. Ana though is up, showered, dressed and ready to go. Meanwhile Christian and I have barely moved since the alarm went off a little while ago. I had every intention of following her into the shower this morning…but, yeah then I closed my eyes again.

"It was the only time the owner of SIP was available to meet," she explains.

"You sure you don't want one of us to go with you?" Christian asks.

"It's fine. The project manager that Elliot assigned is meeting me there, so we're both on the same page with what is needed for the design. I don't think it's going to be very complicated or time consuming; the meeting should only be an hour or two and then I need to head over to the bank to see how that's coming along. When do you guys need to leave?"

"My first meeting isn't until 10," I answer. "But I should be done by four if everything goes as planned."

"I have to be on a site by 1030," Christian says. "I have a late meeting at 5:30 so probably won't be home until closer to 7."

"I'll see you both later for dinner; we'll plan a late one so we can eat together," she leans over me and kisses Christian goodbye.

"Love you," I hear him whisper.

"Love you both," she replies kissing me again.

"I love you," I reply just as she heads out of the room.

I lay back on my pillow, closing my eyes hoping to go back to sleep but even as tired as I am I can't. My mind suddenly goes everywhere, even though moments ago the only thing I could think about was staying in bed and going back to sleep. I think about the different projects we have going on right now and what my day looks like. Then for whatever reason I end up replaying the dinner last night with Carrick; I hope like hell he really meant what he said there. Not for me; even though the Grey's have welcomed me into their home and even sent me care packages when they sent ones to Christian, I hate like hell Carrick thinking less of me. But I hope he meant what he said last night for Christian and Elliot. I hope that one day they can get back to where they were before Carrick acted like an ass when he learned about our relationship with Ana. Of course thinking about dinner last night immediately reminds me of what happened when we came home afterwards. I wasn't surprised that we ended up making love last night; given everything that happened I kind of assumed Christian would need to lose himself for a little while before being able to fall asleep. What I hadn't expected though was to feel his mouth on me, to watch him suck me as Ana teased me with her tongue. It was easily the hottest thing I had ever seen or felt. Just the site alone had me so close to coming; I don't think I've ever had to fight so hard not to come. I think it was a combination of how it felt but also because it was so unexpected. Just the memory of it has my dick getting hard again; I sit up in bed figuring I might as well get up since I don't think I'm going to fall back asleep.

"Where you going?" Christian grumbles.

"Can't seem to go back to sleep."

"Why not?"

"My brain doesn't seem to want to stop."

"Worried about something?" He sits up.

"No, not at all."

"So what were you thinking about?"

I pause for a moment, not sure if I should be honest.

"Last night."

"Mmmmm."

"You ever….do that before last night?"

"That?"

Seriously?

"Suck another guy-"

"Shit Taylor!" He gasps and looks at me in shock. "Of course I haven't. Fuck before that night in Georgia, I had never been that close to another naked guy before. Before the night we proposed to Ana I had never even kissed another guy. So no, I have never touched another guy's junk let alone give him a blow job."

"Okay."

It doesn't surprise me as I had a gut feeling that would be his answer, but for reasons I can't explain, I felt like I had to know.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah, you ever suck another guy off?"

"No," my answer is quick and immediate. "You're the only guy I've kissed… or done anything else with."

"Did you enjoy it… last night I mean?"

"I think that would have been pretty obvious to you man," I chuckle assuming he knows how fucking hard I was first hand

"But you okay with it today I mean…"

"Yeah,

't I be?"

"Just making sure."

"You okay with it?"

"Fuck yeah, it was hot."

"Yeah?"

"Are you kidding?" he grins. "I was balls deep in the woman we love while we both sucked you. You have no idea how fucking hot it was."

"It felt pretty fucking hot too," I admit. "And fucking watching both of you… fuck I don't think I've ever had to hold back from coming so much in my entire life."

"I thought about how it would look… to have you and Ana… your mouths on me," it's not often that Christian is unsure of himself in the bedroom but now he seems almost worried about admitting what he was thinking about.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Fuck if my dick doesn't getting even harder at the idea of Ana and I sharing Christian's dick the way that they shared mine last night. I never would have even considered doing anything like this before that night in Georgia but everything is different now. Even just sitting here in bed with Christian right now I swear I feel the sexual tension between us. Christian must feel it to because the next thing I know he wraps his hand around my neck and brings me closer to him. When I feel his lips against mine I immediately groan; we both seem to move closer to each other at the same time until our bare legs are touching. Our kiss is anything but slow, instead it's full of need and want as we taste one another and our hands roam each other's bodies for the first time. I don't know who initiates it but somehow we end up lying down on our sides facing each other, but the entire time we never stopped kissing.

Christian moans when I wrap my hand around his hard dick; he immediately grabs for mine and I thrust into his hand as the need takes over in me. Our tongues tangle with each other as our bodies move against each other. We're each stroking the other in the little space that is between us. Christian guides me over him until I'm lying on top of him; the move surprises me, I open my eyes and am genuinely shocked at what I see in his eyes. The need is there, but beyond that it's love. It's the same look I see when he looks at Ana and that I've seen when he looks at me when the three of us are together. But seeing it now, when it's just the two of us, fuck….he has no fucking idea.

"I love you," I blurt out before I can consider if I should say it or not.

"I love you too T," he leans up and kisses me.

His hands glide up and down my sides as mine do the same to him. It doesn't take long before we start moving against one another; it's not only the oddest feeling, but it's fucking hot as hell to have his dick rubbing against mine. Remembering what he seemed nervous about admitting a few minutes ago, I start kissing my way away from his lips. It's not until I start moving down his chest that I think he realizes my intention. He doesn't say anything until I reach his hard dick and I look up at him wanting to make sure he's okay with this.

"Taylor…" his hips arch off the bed just the smallest amount and that's all the okay I need.

Having never done this before, nervousness suddenly hits me. I want Christian to enjoy this but fuck if I know what the hell I'm doing. I tentatively flick my tongue over his head, then down his shaft before back up again. I repeat this process several times, noting Christian's reaction to everything I do.

"Fuck Taylor… you're killing me," he groans.

"Yeah?"

"Please… suck me…."

Not giving it another thought, and only focusing on the need that is so obvious in Christian's voice, I take him in my mouth. I'm not able to take all of him, so I wrap my hand around the base of his dick as I slowly start to move up and down on him. His hands grip the bedding on each side of him as his breathing increases. I pay attention to his response to everything I do, trying to gauge what he likes the most. A few minutes pass and I start to feel more confident; I begin moving quicker, taking him in further until—

"T!" he gasps when I take him in too deep and I gag around him.

I glance up at him: his eyes are closed, his mouth open slightly as his hips start arching off the bed. Gone is the uncertainty from earlier—the moment I take him back into my mouth his hand wraps around the back of my head. He gently guides me, as it becomes clear that he's done trying to hold back the need to come. He starts thrusting into my mouth, quickly but still gently as I continue to suck him. I move the hand that had been stroking him lower until I reach his tight balls. Taking them in my hand I –

"Fuck!" he pulls my head back just before he starts coming. I wrap my hand around him, slowly stroking him as he comes on his stomach. He's breathing hard, but manages to pant out "come here."

Just before crawling back up his body, I surprise us both by bringing his still somewhat hard dick back to my mouth. He groans when I take him into my mouth, gently sucking the last of his orgasm from his body. He pulls me up his body; I crawl over him until we're lying like we were only moments ago with me practically on top of him. He immediately takes my mouth in his, kissing me completely and passionately.

"That was… hot," he admits quietly.

"Yeah it was," I agree.

His hand slips between us, over his stomach where the evidence of what just happened remains. It's his turn to surprise me; he collects some of it in his hand and then covers my dick in it using it as lube as he strokes me. I can't help but thrust against his hand when all I can think about is coming. My lips find his, my hand slides under his ass so I can pull him closer to me.

"Christian," I moan when his thumb slides over my head.

"Let's go in the shower and I'll take care of this for you," he squeezes me firmly.

"You don't…"

"Yeah I do and I want to."

I lean up kissing him again before slowly climbing off of him; silently we head into the bathroom where Christian turns on shower water. I get in the shower first, Christian immediately follows, closing the curtain behind him. The moment I turn around he's against me, his body pressed firmly against mine, his lips on mine, our hips pressed firmly against each other. I can feel his dick against mine; we rub up against each other which I find turns me on even more. Reaching over, he grabs the bar of soap quickly lathering up his hands before putting it back on the shelf. He steps back just enough to reach between us and –

"Shit," I hiss the moment he wraps his hand around my throbbing dick.

It feels like I've been hard for hours, my fucking balls ache with the need to come but just like last night when his mouth was on me I don't want this to end. He strokes me hard and fast, with the intent to make me come. His hand reaches down to find my balls; he tugs them gently—

"Come Taylor," he whispers in my ear.

"Christian!" I call out his name when the orgasm slams into me.

He continues stroking me, softer now, as the final remnants of my release leave my body. My head lowers to his shoulder, as my body practically collapses against Christian. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me against him. It takes several minutes before my breathing begins to slow down and I can form a coherent thought.

"Wow," is all I can manage.

It's several more minutes before either of us move, but eventually we separate and rinse off. The shower is definitely not made for two guys our size, but given everything that just happened neither of us mind. We move around each other, washing our hair and body before getting out of the shower. We head our separate ways, my clothes still being stored in my old room until we move while Christian gets dressed in our bedroom. Each time I come back into my room to dress it feels weird; it no longer feels like my room. Christian's room, the one that the three of us have shared since that first night that Ana slept here with us, that's my room. This just happens to be the place where my clothes are stored.

I cook us breakfast before we leave for work; like any other time there's no awkward feeling between us. I kind of thought that things might be a little odd between us after what just happened, especially since it was just the two of us, but there's nothing out of the ordinary between us. We eat breakfast and review our plans for the week; we both have a couple of bigger projects coming up but not for another couple of weeks. I'm hoping the timing works out so that we're in the new house before both projects get off the ground because we're both going to be incredibly busy with those projects. If we can just get the house settled and then I'll feel a little better.

We finish breakfast and clean up the kitchen before we finish getting ready for work. Even though Christian has a later meeting than I do, he decides to leave at the same time as me. He surprises me by kissing me before we leave and then we head our separate ways. We're both off to different project sites to follow up on things and then I know I have several meetings planned for later in the day.

"Hi Ana," I answer the phone as soon as it rings.

"You two finally get out of bed?" she giggles.

"We did, in fact I'm on way to the first site I need to visit today. How did your meeting at SIP go?"

"Not bad, kind of like I expected. He approved the design plan and we've laid out the time frame for the project which was within the estimate included in our original proposal so that didn't come as a surprise."

"Good…glad to hear it. What's on your schedule for the rest of today?"

"I'm heading over to our house, the cabinets and countertop for the kitchen are due to be delivered today. The bathroom fixtures and tiles should be with the same delivery as well."

"You have someone with you to help oversee everything?"

"Yup, Mark is supposed to be there already just in case the delivery arrived earlier than when they said."

"So we're still on schedule to move in before the condo closes right?"

"Yup, Mark's guys will get started on everything later today. We're planning a week for the installation of both the kitchen and the bathroom. The appliances should come early next week so the timing works out perfectly."

"And our new bed?"

"Right around the same time as the appliances; I don't want to jinx us but it's possible we could move up the move in date by a week or so."

"You think so?"

"As long as everything is delivered when it's supposed to be, I can't see it taking another two and a half weeks to finish the installation of the kitchen and bath."

"Well then maybe I should start planning our first meal in that house; I'm definitely going to want to try out the new kitchen as soon as we move in."

"I can't wait to see everything in the house; it's one of the most exciting parts of job is watching the design come to life. But this time it's a first; I'm designing for a place I'm going to live. I've never done that before."

"Me either."

Getting shuffled from house to house when I was little meant never having my own space. I never had a bedroom of my own in any of the houses I lived in. I might have crashed in a guest room, or on a mattress on the floor in one of my cousin's bedrooms or even once in a large walk in closet, but wherever it was I always knew it was temporary. The first night I stayed with my mother's sister and she told me I could take a few things from my bedroom at home to keep with me. I put them up that first night but it was only a few days later I was moved to another sister's house. And then her brother's house and then somewhere else. It was never ending. That pretty much continued when I joined the service, but at least I usually had advanced noticed of when we were moving or being transferred.

"You okay?" her sweet voice asks.

"Sorry, got a little distracted."

"If you're in the area, feel free to swing by the house today and see everything. It won't be set up but it'll be there…"

"I definitely will; I need to check where my meetings are this afternoon but I'll let you know. It'll probably be around four thirty depending on traffic and if things run later but I'll definitely call you to make sure you're still there."

"Did Christian leave with you or is he still at the apartment?"

"We walked out together."

"He looked even less awake then you did this morning."

"Definitely needed a few more hours of sleep this morning that's for sure. I don't know how you were up and ready to go so quickly this morning."

"Some mornings I wake up pretty quickly-"

"Other times you wake up slowly, so slowly that I could be playing with your beautiful body and you still don't wake up," I tease her about the other night when I woke her up with my mouth on her.

"Taylor!" She gasps and I can hear the embarrassment in her voice which is funny given how blunt we've heard her be when she lets it slip through.

"I just arrived at the site, I'll see you tonight?"

"Definitely. Love you."

"Love you too Ana."

Christian's POV:

"Hey baby," I answer the phone as soon as it rings. I'm surprised that Ana's calling me again as we spoke a few hours ago and she knew my schedule was pretty packed today. Normally we might text once or twice during the day, but rarely do we talk on the phone just because our schedules don't always match up. Earlier we had a chance to talk because she knew when I needed to be on site this morning so when she called I was only driving to my appointment.

"Christian-"

"I only have a couple of minutes; I'm about to walk into a meeting. What's up?"

"Is Taylor with you?"

"No, he's not scheduled to be at this meeting. Actually, I thought he had said he planned to be done by now."

"He had said he was going to stop by the house today after his appointments, but he's not here yet."

I pull the phone away from my ear to check the time; it's nearly five thirty. I swear he had said he would be done early today; I try to remember the conversation this morning before Ana left but it's still kind of blur. Well that part of the morning is still a blur, what happened after Ana left definitely isn't a blur.

"Didn't he say he would be done early today?" I ask hoping Ana remembers the conversation better than I do.

"He said he would be done around four, which is why I thought he'd be here by now."

"Did you try calling him? Maybe one of his meetings-"

"I've called, multiple times. His phone is going straight to voice mail; it's not even ringing."

"When was the last time you heard from him? Text or by phone?" I start pacing the hallway; something isn't right. Taylor doesn't turn off his phone or let it die. We all have chargers in cars for our phones and battery back ups; with our business letting our phones die isn't an option.

"I talked to him this morning, right before I called you," she explains. "I knew he had an earlier meeting than you, so I called him first. I sent him a picture a couple of hours ago of the new countertop that was delivered. He didn't respond, but I didn't think anything of it. I figured he was busy and my text really didn't need a response."

"I texted him this morning about a job and he responded," I pull back my phone again and pull up the text log to see what time it was when we texted. "That was just after 1, so roughly four hours ago."

"I'm worried Christian."

"Did you check with Eileen? Maybe his schedule got changed and a last minute meeting was added on."

"She had already left for the day, but I checked his schedule on my phone and there was nothing added."

"Fuck," I stop pacing the hallway and glance at the closed door of the meeting I'm supposed to walk into right now. "Give me five minutes to cancel this meeting and I'll head out. Are you still at the house?"

"Yeah, I'm here. I kept thinking he would…"

"I'll meet you there; in the meantime call Elliot, maybe he heard something. If he says he hasn't heard from Taylor get him to call Eileen at home. Something isn't adding up. I'm going to call a few of the guys he was working with today to see if we can figure out when the last time someone saw him was."

"Hurry Christian."

"I will Ana; I love you."

"I love you too."