Sorry for the long wait. I hope this makes up for it. I wanted to say to the guest who is begging for sex-dream inducing encounters, I thank you for your kind words. You give me way too much credit. I just wish you'd log in so I can thank you properly but maybe this update will give you a little relief. I am amazed to see more than 36,000 views for this story. It blows my mind and I appreciate you all sticking around. I am between terms in school, so I have two weeks to write without being sidetracked by that nonsense.

Hope you all enjoy. Thank you all so much reading!

Chapter 20

"Alright, well thanks. Got to run. Nice talking to ya…love you both."

"Hallefuckinglujah. Let's go eat baby. I'm starving."

It's been a few months so let me fill you in on what's been going on. Oh yeah…Marvin Gaye. Let's get it on. I love his music. It's good music to fuck to…so says Christian who has this whole playlist on his iPhone that he puts on when we're having some sexy time.

So, after the baby mama drama, Keegan was like stink on shit in his pursuit of my sister and she finally gave in around the first of August. You know that apartment we had when we moved to Seattle after graduation? Yeah, that one...the no one ever stays in anymore. Yep… back on the market. Our parents can blame the Brothers Grey. Kate moved in with Elliott because Keegan bought his own place and moved out. I moved in with Christian not shortly after I started working at GEH, and Harper moved her shit back home, but basically lives with Keegan. Can I just say his house is the shiznit of houses.

We celebrated Labor Day weekend on The Grace with all our families. I wasn't sure what to expect when Christian offered up his 'boat' for the long weekend. Why he always refers to it as a boat is beyond me. When I think of a boat, I see something you fish from or ski behind. You know…what non-billionaires have. What Christian has is something you'd find Prince Hubbidty Bubbity of some country I can't pronounce owning. It's a freaking floating house that's what it is. Not only was it all our families, but the Ninjas were there to protect us from what I haven't a clue…god damn flying fish maybe. They were more relaxed and as normal as they can be. I was very happy that Gail came too. I love that woman. She's as sweet as peach pie but is a ball buster who takes no shit from Taylor...or Christian for that matter.

I will tell you something about Gail…do not fuck with her shit. That woman is anal with a capital A when it comes to her domain aka the kitchen. A few weeks back Christian was trying to make, what I thought was supposed to be coffee. I assumed he knew what he was doing…after all it is his house. So, the coffee contraption is built into one of the walls in the kitchen. It's a fucking marvel of engineering, and I think it's easy to use. Christian…not so much. I have no clue what happened, all I heard was him cursing, her shooing him out and telling him he wasn't allowed to touch anything anymore. Apparently, he's notorious for breaking shit. The man has an IQ over 180, but cannot work household appliances to save his fucking life but insists on having top of the line gadgetry.

My birthday came and went without too much fanfare. Thank fuck. As we got older, Harper and I weren't really big on celebrating our birthday. Keegan and Christian don't either. I think it must be a twin thing. I've never been friends with another set of twins, but now I understood why people believe that we are some sort of freak of nature. We had dinner with mom and dad on our birthday but then we flew to New York later that night …all six of us. In Christian's plane. Holy fuck balls batman! We stayed at Christian's apartment, in Manhattan. Okay…when I say apartment, I don't mean a two bedroom one bath about 1,500 square feet for a couple thousand a month. This man thinks small is anything less than 10,000 square feet. It must be a Grey thing because Grace and Carrick's house is a ridiculous, Elliott has a monstrosity and Keegan's ain't nothing to sneeze at either. I can't even fucking think straight knowing how much God damn money he has. It's frightening. He is the humblest of men, though. Never talks about money, how much things cost, nothing. He's generous and philanthropic, which is unknown to most.

Back to the palace. It is bigger than Escala and sits atop the Park Hyatt Hotel which is ninety…nine zero motherfucking stories. By the way, I'm still scared as fuck of elevators. Anyway, he has six bedrooms, eight bathrooms, a music room with the most beautiful piano, and a kitchen that would have Chef Ramsay throwing a jiz fit for. All glass and overlooks Central Park. The master bedroom is out of this world. Even the Ninjas have their own wing that is how scary big this place is. I asked him why he needed such a big place when he's not here full time, and his reply was "it's a good investment." Yeah, if you say so.

Everyone had a great time. Christian and I had fanfuckingtastic sex for three days. We also went to the MoMA, saw a Broadway show, ate way too much food and went to a Jimmy Fallon taping. I got to see Grey House NYC. Totally different vibe than Seattle but the people were super friendly and think their CEO is the second coming.

Thanksgiving

Here we are, and it's the night before Thanksgiving. The Grey, Steele, and Kavanagh families are gathered at Grace and Carrick's house in Montana. There's a fuck load of people here spread out through the main house and three guest houses. Ethan, Hunter and our sister Tanner are arriving today which is awesome because we've not seen her in almost a year. She had been out in the middle of the fucking ocean searching for some new species of sushi. I don't get her job at all. Basically, she fucking fishes all day.

We've all been drinking; finishing off five bottles of wine. Christian and I were just in the hot tub, and he started getting all handsy so we told the others we're going to bed. I've learned that Christian gets especially horny when he's been drinking although I've not seen him drunk…yet.

"Baby, I seriously need to be inside you. Like right fucking now."

The man has something seriously wrong with his dick. I mean I'm not complaining. He might be CEO by day, but he's Captain Dickalicous by night…well and in the morning, and sometimes in the middle of the afternoon too.

"Alright you horny bastard, can I brush my teeth first?"

"Of course my love. I'll wait for you in the bedroom."

When I walk out of the bathroom, my eyes find the perfect male specimen sprawled out on the bed, massive cock in hand. Stroking it slowly. Not sure if he is aware I'm standing here I take the opportunity to appreciate just how fucking beautiful he really is.

"You're staring Anastasia." I giggle like a school girl. "You need to get your fine ass in this bed so I can appreciate you properly." I run to the bed and flop down in a not very ladylike fashion.

Christian pulls me on top of him and slides down so that I'm practically sitting on his face. I like this position because I can look down and admire his skill. That fucking turns me on. He runs his tongue up and down, stopping to suck on my clit. He's chowing down on Georgia O'Keefe's inspiration and what do I do but open up my mouth because some crazy shit just popped into my head.

Have you ever seen other people having sex? I haven't seen but I sure as shit have heard. Elliot and Kate are the loudest fuckers ever, and I mean that literally.

"Babe," I whisper and squeeze my legs around his head. His eyes pop open, and he gives me a garbled response.

"Have you ever watched other people having sex?"

"Uh huh."

"Is that a yes or a no."

"Uh huh."

"Well which one, yes or no…I can't understand you when your mouth is wrapped around my…well you know."

He chuckles, stops and pushes up a little so now I'm sitting on his chest.

"Where the fuck is this coming from Anastasia? And now…you want to talk about this now?"

"Not necessarily, I was just curious is all. You're way more experienced than me, so I figured there had to be sometime in your life where you've had the chance to see other people doing it."

"Baby, how does this shit just randomly pop into your brain?"

'I don't know. Sometimes I can't focus my thoughts so it just starts to wander I guess. You know me, I gotta get it out when it hits or else I'll forget."

"Alright, if you want to do this now. Yes, I've seen other people having sex. It wasn't by accident either."

"Oh my god, tell me!"

Why am I so excited to hear about this? Umm, maybe because you're a pervert or a sex fiend, Ana. Ever think about that. Focus you smut puppy, focus.

"It was when I was in college. A group of us guys went to New York for the weekend and found a club that we thought was a regular strip club. We quickly realized it was a bit more than that."

"Well...tell me." That was a little more enthusiastic than intended. He laughs anyway.

"Okay, Curious George. I will, but I have to be inside you while I tell you."

"You got it." I scoot down and slowly slide down onto his hard cock.

"Ummm. You feel so good, baby. You're warm and wet and so fucking tight."

"Finish your story, Christian." I lean back and put my hands on his thighs and begin to slowly move.

"The hostess tells us that we have to pick a colored wristband. Of course, none of us knew what that meant so she explained to us. White was a first timer, blue meant we were looking to be a third, yellow meant we only wanted to watch, and red was looking for a single of the opposite sex. A couple of the guys took a red, one took a blue, and I took a yellow. I was with Celeste, and I'm not a cheater, not to mention I really didn't want to stick my dick in some unknown chick. Condom or not, no way I wanted to catch anything."

"Thank fuck for your conscious. Keep talking big boy and I mean that literally. You're so hard right now." What was I thinking agreeing to this? You wanted to get fucked so shut up, enjoy yourself and listen. When did my subconscious become such a bitch?

"Ah..uhhh. Anastasia, slow down, or this will be over quicker than both of us want."

Oops…sorry, I got a little carried away. I feel myself clenching around him, so I slow down.

"I walked around a bit checking out what the club was all about. I found myself walking down a long hallway that was painted a dark red and there was a bunch of doors. I wasn't about to open them not knowing what I would walk in on so I followed it around. I came up on a window. It was really just a one-way mirror, though. I sat down in front of it and a few seconds later this couple walks into the room. They took their clothes off and went over to the bed. At first, I wasn't sure I wanted to stay and watch what was going to happen, but I figured why not. They couldn't see me and obviously they were into people watching. I viewed their entire encounter from start to finish and everything in between. I watched as he went down on her, and then she went down on him. Both reaching orgasm and then they fucked in every position imaginable. When they finished, they cleaned up, put their clothes on and walked out of the room. That was it."

Fuck that turns me on, making me move faster. I think he's had enough of me on top when he sits up, pulls me close to him and moves to stand up and I instinctively wrap my legs around him. He pushes me up against the wall and attacks my mouth. Oh boy oh boy oh boy…I like this Christian. Hot and horny and ready to fuck hard.

"That was hot baby, did it turn you on watching those strangers getting it on?"

"Anastasia, you have no idea. God damn woman you make me crazy." He's kissing me with a fervor I've never felt from him before while he continues to thrust hard and fast until we both fall over the edge. Gasping for air, we slide down and settle on the soft, plush carpet, Christian still inside me.

"I love you, Christian. Even though you're a pervert." I laugh hysterically and earn a slap on the ass for it too.

"You have no idea baby. Let's clean up, I want to make love to you in our bed."

When I wake up, I know I'm alone because typically Christian has me wrapped up in his arms and legs. I stretch, and that's when I feel it. Ugh…fuck my entire body is sore. We must have hit every surface in this place last night. It's not that early, but I wonder where my man is. I hit the bathroom, pee, brush my teeth and grab my robe. God forbid I go walking out there in my pajamas. I'd probably get my ass slapped for that too.

Not shortly after I moved in with Christian, I became very acquainted with his taste for kink. Nothing crazy like S&M, but he is pretty good a tying me up and fucking me senseless. He enjoys covering my eyes and putting earbuds in my ears so all I can hear is the music he chose. It is pretty erotic honestly because all I can do is feel. We've experimented with different toys, and I love it. If the workday was especially stressful, I could expect that he's going to tie me up. It's his way of being in control. I don't mind as long as it stays in the bedroom.

Wandering into the main house, I find my parents, Grace, and Christian in the sun room having coffee. I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around him, laying kisses on his neck.

"Good morning baby. Sleep well?" I see him shift in his chair. Christian loves to be kissed behind his ears. Gets him hard instantly.

"Yes, I did. Thank you. How about you?" My parents are eyeballing us. Oh get over it, I'm an adult, and if I want to say good morning to my live-in boyfriend I'm going to.

"Ana, would you like any coffee," My mother asks.

"Sure, I'll come with you."

I follow her into the kitchen, leaving my dad and Grace with Christian. I walk into the kitchen and a delicious aroma. The turkeys are cooking. Grace has two double ovens so I sneak a peek and two of them are filled with huge turkeys.

"Are you and dad enjoying yourself, mom?"

"Yes, we are certainly enjoying ourselves. I'm just so happy to have your brother and sister here this year. It's been a while since we've all been together. The icing on the cake that we get to celebrate here in this beautiful place with the Grey's and Kate's family too."

My mom and I sit and talk for some time when Christian and his brothers, Hunter and Ethan come strutting in.

"Baby, we're going for a run. We'll be back in a couple hours."

"Oh, uh…okay then. Guess I'll find my sisters and see what they're up to." He smacks his lips against mine, and I watch him walk away. Lord give me strength because his ass looks delectable in those running pants. Yummy.

It's close to lunchtime, and the boys are still not back. Kate, Mia and my sisters and I decide to hang out in the pool building. In addition to the pool, there is a sauna and hot tub. We grab some wine and make our way down the path. One side of this building is all glass so you can see the valley and the mountains. It's beautiful.

"Alright, you three…." Tanner points to me, Harper and Kate. "I want to know what the fuck you did to snag those three banging swankalishious studs.

Okay, maybe she's had enough wine. I take her glass away and down what she had left.

"You can blame that on Ana and her pretty fucking hot guy," Harper tells her.

"Do tell little sister." We proceed to fill Tanner in on the details, and she's rolling on the floor laughing.

"Well, I can't believe that you three graduated from college, found those big swinging dicks, got jobs and moved in with them. What the hell am I doing wrong?"

"Dear sister…you need to get your ass off the boat and join the world of human beings. There's more to life than your fish," I declare. "You've visited how many times in the past year?" She's thinking hard.

"Exactly…once fucking time." I refill my wine glass and pass it to Harper. I'm feeling pretty good. That sauna is the bomb, and I'm feeling pretty relaxed.

"Oh…pretty fucking hot guy alert," I squeal and start running for the glass wall and the other girls coming over to admire the view.

"Wow. It really should be illegal to be that fucking hot," I say with my nose pressed to the glass when I see the five of them coming up the drive.

"Hey, Banana…you might want to wipe your mouth," Kate motions.

Anyone else have a problem with drooling or is it just me. I drool like a baby stuck to its momma's tit. I once fell asleep sitting in the library studying for finals. I woke up to the librarian nudging me awake. When I opened my eyes, my head was in the book I was trying to read, and I had drooled all over the page so much that it was stuck to my cheek. I thought for sure I was going to be buying that book, but I left it open to dry and snuck out through the door she couldn't see from her desk. I guess it dried okay. I think I produce too much saliva…I wonder if that's a symptom of some horrid disease. I need to make a note of that and check with my doctor at my next appointment.

The guys came decided to hang out with us in the pool for a while. We had a good time playing Marco Polo and goofing off. The girls and I finished off the wine so now I'm feeling fucking good. I decide since I'm feeling pretty brave I'll go try my hand at the diving board. You know those videos of people making an ass of themselves tripping and falling off the board. Yeah…that was almost me. Lucky for me I was saved from possible injury by Keegan who snuck up and grabbed me before I could make it to the end of the board. He then proceeded to toss my ass in the pool. Not before his hand got tangled in the ties of my bikini top so when I surfaced, I had lost said top. I didn't realize I had lost said top and just casually walked out of the pool. I thought Christian was going to shit a brick right there.

"Jesus fucking Christ Anastasia, where the fuck is your god damn top?"

"Oops,…it's right there. See it's floating," I'm laughing but he apparently doesn't think it's quite as funny as I do.

"Keegan, you dick…" Christian pops him on the back of the head. Then Keegan slugs him in the arm. Great, someone's going to get hurt, and Grace is not going to be happy.

Christian goes tearing off after him, and they are chasing each other around the pool. This goes on for two laps. Then Elliott steps in to put a stop to it, pushing them both back in the pool. This gets everyone laughing while Christian and Keegan are trying to dunk each other.

"Hey! Lucy and Ethel…get the fuck out of the pool and bring me my top while you're at it," I yell at them…all the while still standing there without a top on. Harper brings me a towel to wrap around myself.

I'm standing there with my hands fisted on my hips, tapping my toe. Christian brings me my top and tries to help me put it on.

"God damn it, Keegan. Get the fuck away from her. Go fondle your own girlfriend."

Okay, so not Christian. I can't tell them apart when they are wet and basically have the same swim trunks on. Shit, this means no more drinky for Ana today.

"Anastasia, let's go shower and change. We're going to be eating soon." He takes my hand and leads me back to our casita.

After a hot shower and a little siesta, I'm feeling good. Ready to spend my first holiday with Christian and our families. Grace insisted that we don't dress up for dinner so guess what that means. Yep, jeans, and my flip flops. She said casual. I have a cute top on if that makes it any better. Christian is in jeans and this really soft, oatmeal colored cashmere sweater I bought him when we went to New York last week. Muscles bulging everywhere…and I mean everywhere. He's got these Escada jeans that are tailored to fit him. Stupid expensive but motherfucking worth it if you ask me. How he manages to stuff that big dick of his in anything is amazing. You will hear no complaining from me. Harper said that Keegan is hung like a horse too, so I guess what they say about twins is true…I don't know what they say, it just sounded right. Can't be true because Harper's boobs are nowhere as big as mine. She's a 34B, I'm a 38D. Sucks to be her…or maybe it sucks to be Keegan.

We make our way to the dining room and take our places at the table. Everything looks beautiful. From the table linens to the festive décor, everything is exactly as you would imagine from Grace. You'd never know this woman comes from money and is the mother of a billionaire and two multi-millionaires. She's down to earth, and there is not an ounce of pretentiousness about her. Carrick either. Difficult to believe that he is a lawyer because he's very laid back. However, my dad said he can rip you a new asshole when he's in a courtroom.

The wine is being passed around the table, and Christian pours a little in my glass. I give him the hairy eyeball so he fills it a bit more.

"Thank you, love. I'm not going to drink more than this glass." I need any more articles of clothing coming off especially at the dinner table.

Carrick stands and taps his knife on his glass. It goes quiet quickly.

He clears his throat before speaking, "Grace and I would like to thank you the Steele and Kavanagh families for joining us this year. It is a joy to share this Thanksgiving holiday with family and friends. I know I speak for Grace when I say we couldn't be more pleased to see our children so happy…and thriving. We look forward to spending more holidays together as a family. Cheers!"

There is a resounding echo as we all raise our glasses. I look around the two tables and feel I need to pinch myself to make sure this isn't some fucked up version of my life. I'm a lucky bitch to have this man and his family in my life.

We spend a good two hours getting through dinner. There was some lively conversation happening and plenty of alcohol flowing. Christian's grandmother is a hoot. You think I don't have a filter. That broad's got nothing on me. She is definitely entertaining, and the bickering between her and his grandpa is hilarious. I can't tell you how many times I heard one of them declare that someone needs to get on the baby making train because they're not going to be around forever.

I know that Christian and Keegan have serious doubts on their ability to be good fathers. It's a conversation that Christian and I have had numerous times. It goes back to their early childhood before they were adopted. They didn't have the greatest life so I get where he's coming from. He knows I want at least three kids. He has expressed wanting kids, though. I know he'll come around. Keegan and Harper don't even talk about marriage yet, but I know she wants kids too.

After we've eaten and the table is cleared, Grace brings out a big glass bowl filled with paper and has a name on each one. Part of the Steele family tradition at Thanksgiving is to say what we are thankful for. However, we do it a little different than what the Grey's do…we play charades. Mom said that Grace loved the idea so she sent an email to all of us early last week asking us to write down something they are thankful for, big or small and give it to her when we arrived. She explains to everyone what we are going to do and the person whose birthday is closest to today goes first. Whoever guesses correctly acts out what they are thankful for. Reagan, Kate's little sister, just had her birthday last week so she gets up and moves to the front of the room. She's all giggly and embarrassed. I think she has a crush on Hunter that's why her face is beet red. She makes it through just fine and Mia guesses first. We keep going until all that left to go is Christian and Mr. Kavanagh. I'm terrible at charades and usually the last to go but not today. Christian is last.

He pulls his paper and opens it. He starts doing crazy shit, and we're all laughing. I look over at Grace, and my mom and they both look like they are about to fucking cry any minute. I look back and see that Christian has made his way to me and is down on one knee. Seriously, I can't even begin to think what he's trying to do. Is he having a seizure? Okay, now he is kind of freaking me out. Maybe he's had too much to drink because he's looking a little wobbly.

Suddenly it goes quiet, and it hits me like a mother fucking fly ball to the face. He takes hold of my hands and pulls me out of my seat toward the front of the room. I watch as he pulls something out of his pants pocket. OH MY GOD!

"Anastasia, I can't begin to put into words how thankful I am for you coming into to my life. You are an unexpected blessing and one that I will cherish until my last breath. I never thought in the context of spending the rest of my life with anyone, but when you literally fell into my life that changed. You made me realize that I can't envision one second without you in it. I know this is not the most romantic way to go about this but I know how important family is to you. I figured since everyone we love is here, why not."

He's got tears in his eyes and tears are streaming down my face, and my stomach is full of butterflies.

"You are my soul mate, yours is the face I want to wake up to every day for the rest of my life. Your generous and loving spirit has made its way into my heart, and there is no way I am letting go. I love you with everything that I am and want to make you happy for the rest of your life. Anastasia, my love, will you do me the honor of letting me be your husband…will you marry me?"