Chpt. 37 APOV:

"He passed out because of that?!" I exclaim.

"You should have been there baby," Christian chuckles.

"First he was furious but not for the reason you're probably thinking," Taylor says.

"Why was he mad?"

"Because he thought we were lying to you, though then he thought that you knew and were lying for us."

"Really?"

"Oh he was beyond pissed when he thought we were playing you," Christian agrees. "He wasn't mad about what he saw but was mad about what it meant for you."

"Aw…that's so sweet of him," Sweet is definitely not a word I'd typically use to describe Elliot by right now that's the perfect word. Knowing that he would be upset on my behalf even though he had no reason to be…who does that? "How did he react once you told him that you weren't lying to me and I wasn't lying for you?"

"His only real concern beyond ensuring that you were okay with it was whether or not it would interfere with work," Christian answered.

"We assured him it hasn't been a problem yet and won't be an issue going forward…..your mom's reaction was unexpected though," Taylor turns to Christian.

"Grace was there?" I ask.

"Not for that part, but Elliot needed to tell her the real reason he passed out so she would stop ordering unnecessary tests on him. He said he had planned to but he didn't want to tell her without talking to us first," Christian explains.

"And?"

"That's exactly what she said," Taylor chuckles.

"Turns out she assumed that Taylor and I were already in a relationship together when we told her about the three of us that day at her house."

"Really?" I'm surprised because that was before the two of them had even kissed. "But you guys hadn't…"

"She said when we said that the three of us were together, she assumed that meant that the three of us were together."

"Maybe she somehow knew this is how things would work out between the three of us," I suggest.

"Maybe… I sure as fuck didn't though," Christian chuckles bumping Taylor's shoulder with his own as we walk into the house.

"Me either," Taylor agrees smiling at Christian.

It may not have been what any of us expected, but I love watching their closeness grow into something physical. The night we first met in Georgia I knew they were close, the way they could communicate to each other without words and how they always seemed to know what the other was thinking. I assumed it was from the time they served together in the Air Force, but over the last year I've watched it grow into something more.

"What a night," Taylor says as we walk into the house.

"I still can't believe Elliot fainted because he saw you two kissing," I laugh.

"Well he also might have seen my hands somewhere else," Christian shares a look with Taylor who chuckles.

"Do tell," far too many images are going through my head with where his hands might have gone.

"And Elliot was worried about you not being okay with us," Christian chuckles as the heat rushes to my face.

"Maybe we should show her," Taylor smirks.

Holy shit… Taylor is usually not the one who takes the lead, but I love this side of him when it does peak out every so often. Before I can say anything, Christian closes the distance between them, wraps a hand around Taylor's head and kisses him. I swear my knees go weak the site before me, watching the two of them kissing and showing how much they love each other. A moan escapes me when Christian's hand falls to Taylor's ass and he squeezes it. Just watching them reminds me of the other night at the hotel, the night things changed even more between them when they took their relationship to another level. I love that while that night seems to have brought them closer that there was no weirdness the next day or any time after that night like there could have been. It was so incredibly hot watching Christian make love to Taylor, but nothing tops how friggin hot it was to watch Christian making love to Taylor while Taylor was making love to me. It was one of those things that I had hoped might happen one day but in the back of my head didn't think it would actually happen.

"I think our girl is feeling a little left out," Christian mumbles just as Taylor's hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into them.

"Someone likes watching us," Taylor smirks as he turns to kiss me.

I moan against his lips; there's no point in denying that he's right. I love watching the two of them together; whether it's a simple kiss goodbye in the morning or a random touch between them when we're at home, it doesn't matter–it's a huge turn on to watch. With Taylor's focus entirely on me, Christian slowly strips me of my clothes, kissing, sucking and nibbling my skin when I least expect it. All the while Taylor devours my mouth as he teases my already hardened nipples; my body is on fire by the time Taylor spins me around to face Christian.

"You're so fucking beautiful baby," he whispers before kissing me.

I moan at the feel of his bare skin against mine; at some point he must have shed his own clothes as well. Christian's dick rubs against me, teasing me even further as he gently moves against my clit. I lean back the moment I feel Taylor against me, his lips immediately capturing my own. His hands slide between me and Christian, up to my chest until he finds my nipples; between his fingers and Christian dick rubbing against me I'm already so close to coming.

"What do you say about taking advantage of the size of our new bed?" Christian asks.

"Yes," I moan.

"You didn't even hear what he was suggesting," Taylor chuckles.

"Doesn't matter," I say breathlessly.

"I want my mouth right here," he thrusts into me just in case there was any doubt as to where he was talking about.

"Yesssssss."

"Then I want your mouth right here," he takes my hand and slides it behind me, between me and Taylor straight to Taylor's rock hard dick. Taylor groans the moment our hands reach him.

"Yesssss."

"Then," I feel him slip Taylor's hand between us, down to his dick which is now coated in my juices.

Taylor groans only a second before he leans over my shoulder and kisses Christian. I can't stop thinking of what Christian suggested, just the idea of it turning me on even more. I lean over joining their kiss, they both moan the moment my lips meet theirs.

"Let's go to bed," Taylor suggests.

The guys lead me to the bed, where I climb on first; I lay on my back in the center of the bed not really sure how this all is going to work but excited for it nonetheless.

"Move over a little more," Christian says as him and Taylor climb onto the bed.

I move back a little further; Christian lays sideways across the bed, moving closer to me. He lays across my leg, lifting the other up as he urges me onto my side. I call out the moment his mouth finds me with a long lick that goes straight through me. With one hand on me, the other is stroking himself which is incredibly erotic. Knowing that he's so turned on right now at the idea of what the three of us are going to do that he can't keep his hands off himself.

"Taylor," I look up to find Taylor's eyes glued to Christian's head between my legs.

"Fuck you two are hot," he climbs onto the bed quickly maneuvering himself into position.

I lift my head off the bed just enough for his leg to slip under it putting his dick in the perfect position for me to reach. I lean over, slowly running my tongue over his length eliciting a loud moan from him. With my hand on him, I glance up just in time to watch Taylor move into position so he can take Christian in his mouth. With his head on Christian's thigh, he pumps his dick several times before lowering him so he can reach him. Christian's mouth stops on me the moment I watch Taylor take him into his mouth. Christian groans, his hand squeezing my thigh tightly just before he goes back to me.

This is like something I've never felt before; watching Taylor suck Christian's dick, watching as Taylor struggles between pleasing Christian and the effects of my mouth on him. Then feeling Christian's moans and gasps against my pussy as Taylor sucks him harder, on top of watching what is happening is nearly too much. And forget what Christian is doing to me; he's left no part of my pussy untouched by his tongue or his lips. He takes his time, as if there's no other place he would rather be, nothing he would rather be doing right now.

"I could spend all night watching you two," Christian slips a finger into me as he pauses to look at us.

I love how close we're lying right now, that I can reach out and touch both of them whenever I want. My arm rests against Taylor's hard abs as I concentrate on sucking him and teasing him with my tongue. He moans loudly, his hand dropping to my head guiding me to take him further but still letting me control the movements. When I open my eyes, I watch as he takes Christian in further, the response from Christian I feel against my pussy when he groans loudly.

Within minutes we're all moaning and groaning as we each get closer to our orgasms. It's no surprise that I'm the first one coming; I'm convinced that the guys have some sort of pact where they can't come before I do…not that I'd ever complain about that. I can tell the moment Christian reaches his own limit when he takes my clit into his mouth, sucking on it hard at the exact moment his fingers plunge inside of me curling forward to find that spot that has me screaming around Taylor the moment the orgasm hits me. My hand replaces my mouth on Taylor, as I try to remember how to breathe. Christian's movements slow, his fingers slipping from my body, as he eases me back down. His head rests on my thigh, his arm wrapped around my thigh keeping me close to him. I love that I can feel his warm breath against my sensitive skin, the vibrations of his moans against me and that from this position I can watch Taylor take Christian into his mouth.

When my breathing finally returns to somewhat normal, I return my focus to Taylor which judging by his tightened grip on my arm he's happy about. With one hand wrapped tightly around the base of his dick, I alternate between taking him deep and teasing just the head of his dick with my tongue. Within moments he's moaning around Christian and slowly moving his hips against me. Christian's moans quickly mingle with Taylor's, his grip on me tightening even more giving away just how close he is to his own release.

"T….," the warning in Christian's voice is clear but it seems Taylor is choosing to ignore it as he doesn't waiver his approach. Keeping my focus on Taylor I can't help but watch the moment Christian loses the fight and the orgasm finally hits him. He calls out Taylor's name, which don't get me started on how HOT that is, his hand falls to Taylor's head as he thrusts into him. I don't know if Taylor was purposely waiting for Christian to come first, but only moments later he calls out as his orgasm hits.

"That was…" I gasp and lay back against Taylor's thigh.

"Fucking hot," Christian says.

"I fucking love the size of this bed," Taylor adds and we all laugh.

While I hadn't pictured this, I knew that the larger size of the bed would give us the additional room we needed when the three of us made love. When there are three people and that much movements and changes in positions, you simply need more space and this bed was the perfect solution to that problem. No one's legs, arms or heads are off the bed.

Christian is the first to move, slowly sitting up and sharing a look with Taylor who follows Christian's lead and turns around so everyone is once again lying normally on the bed. Christian wraps his arm around my back, bringing me closer to him as Taylor lays on the other side of him. He leans down, kissing me deeply, no doubt tasting Taylor on my lips as he does. My hand reaches across Christian's chest, taking hold of Taylor the moment I find him. Without pausing, Christian then turns and kisses Taylor just as thoroughly as he did me.

Three days later…

"I thought your mom usually had family dinners on Sunday nights?" I ask as Christian drives the three of us to the Greys.

"She does," he answers. "But she said something about having to cover for someone at the hospital so she's now working the next three or four Sundays in a row. She said she didn't wait to go that long without having everyone over for dinner and tonight worked because my dad didn't have any meetings scheduled."

"Let's hope tonight goes better than last time," Taylor chuckles remembering all too well how the last time the three of us showed up for a family dinner went.

"I think it will," I say. "Grace seems to be okay with us and Carrick…he's come a long way."

"He has," Taylor nods.

The remodel of the office space that Carrick hired ECJ is nearly finished and Carrick has said he's thrilled with the results. While he's been working with all of us, we haven't seen him again in social setting since the dinner where he blew up at the idea of us being together and then the subsequent dinner where he apologized. Grace on the other hand, we've seen multiple times since that first dinner and she seems pretty accepting of our relationship.

"He'll be fine," Christian says firmly though I can hear a hint of nervousness in his voice even if he doesn't want to admit it. He's quiet the rest of the car ride; by the time we arrive at the Grey's Elliot, Kate and Mia are already there.

"Come in," Grace greets each of us with a warm hug as soon as she opens the door. "Everyone's in the great room, dinner should be done in a few more minutes."

"Christian!" Mia immediately runs up to hug Christian forcing him to let go of my hand so he can catch her before they both fall over.

"Geez Mia, you trying to kill me," he laughs and just like that his previous nervousness about coming back here is gone.

"You guys want a drink?" Carrick shakes Taylor's hand and leans in to kiss me on the cheek.

"A beer would be great," Taylor answers.

"Wine please," I request.

We move into the great room with our drinks, conversation easily flows from topic to topic before we make our way to the dining room for dinner. Unlike the last time we were here, there's no need to pretend that the three of us aren't together. Christian and Taylor don't hesitate to lean in to me to talk, or to hold my hand, or to just be affectionate with me. They haven't been affectionate with one another, but that's usually something they reserve for at home or when it's just the three of us. Carrick seems to be making it a point to engage everyone in conversation, which makes me wonder if he isn't nervous like Christian was on our way here.

"So have you guys given any more thought to setting a date yet?" Mia asks.

"We're hoping sometime next month," Christian answers.

"Next month? You've found a place already?" Kate quickly asks.

"Not yet," I shake my head.

"But Christian said next month…"

"We need to figure out the details," Taylor explains. "Our first priority was getting into the new house since the condo had already sold, but now that we're moved in, the wedding is next."

"Are you thinking something small or something huge?" Mia asks.

"Small," the three of us answer at the same time causing everyone at the table to laugh.

"We thought about a destination type wedding," I add remembering our conversation from last week. "But we didn't want everyone to have to worry about taking time off of work or rearranging schedules especially on such short notice."

"We're probably going to look for some place local," Christian says.

"You could have it here," Carrick surprises everyone by saying. The room drops to complete silence at his suggestion; I swear you could hear a pin drop. "You don't have to if you don't want to…"

"Thank you Carrick," I break the silence by saying.

"You would be okay with that?" Christian asks. "Just to be clear…the wedding would be between the three of us."

"If you want to have it here, we would be happy to host your wedding," Carrick says firmly and looks towards Grace.

"Mom?" Christian asks.

"I'd love for you three to have your wedding here," she quickly says. "Ana I'm not sure if Christian told you, but we've hosted dozens of fundraisers and benefits here over the years and have a list of vendors we normally work with who are familiar with the grounds. Not that you would have to use any of them of course-"

"Thank you Grace," I interrupt quickly.

"Talk it over, maybe look around after dinner and see if it's something that would work for you guys," Carrick suggests. "If you decide not to have it here, no harm."

"Thank you," Taylor says and Christian nods.

"So in addition to the location, you need to find an officiant, a dress…oh what about a honeymoon?" Kate asks excitedly.

"We're going to have a delayed honeymoon," I explain. "We just took time off to go California, so we don't want to turn around and take time off again so soon. We'll probably plan something in a few months, depending on the progress of the house and what not."

"We did that," Grace shares. "We got married and then on our one year anniversary went on our honeymoon. I was still in my residency when we married and Carrick just started his first job after passing the bar so he didn't want to ask for time off right away either. It was just as special one year later as it would have been after our wedding."

"I didn't know that," Elliot says.

"Where did you on your honeymoon?" I ask.

"We spent a week in Hawaii," Grace shares a look with Carrick who immediately smiles back at her. You can tell in that moment just how much they love each other even after all these years.

"You guys know if you wanted to go away right after the wedding you could right?" Elliot asks.

"We were just away…" Taylor points out.

"It doesn't matter, we could cover everything; between the foreman you have and myself everything would be covered. Besides you covered for me when I was out for two weeks on my honeymoon," he reminds them.

"Yes but there were two of us," Christian counters.

"We can cover it if you don't want to wait," Elliot insists.

"We'll think about it," I quickly say.

"How about you guys look around outside while I get desert ready?" Grace suggests. "No pressure, but it might help to look at yard from a different perspective."

"That's a good idea," Taylor takes my hand helping me from the chair before offering Christian his hand.

The three of us walk the backyard, down by the water where Taylor and I once stood designing the house that we're now living in. In some ways it feels like so long ago, but in other ways it's hard to believe that it was only a few months ago because so much has happened since then. When we were talking that day, I really thought we were designing a house that we would never live in or if we ever did it would be years from now. Yet here we are…

"What do you guys think?" I ask.

"I've always liked this space," Taylor says. "It's quiet and peaceful. But is it what you want Ana? If you want something bigger-"

"No," I quickly interrupt. "I don't need a huge wedding, I don't want a huge wedding. I want it to be intimate; one where we spend the day together rather than greeting guests we don't know. I want to be surrounded by people who love and support us. Kate and Elliot's wedding was perfect in that sense; it was their families and close friends, that's it."

"I liked that about it too," Taylor squeezes my hand. "Of course I liked even more that it brought you back to us."

"Me too," I whisper and lean up to kiss him.

"What do you think Christian? Do you want to look at other places?" Taylor asks.

"I think you should marry Ana."