Welcome Back! Warning: Smut

We walk into the bar and it's packed. I'm searching looking for Kate and Jose, when I spot them in the back corner. I look over my shoulder at Christian, he looks uncomfortable. I take his hand and give him a reassuring squeeze. Pulling him along behind me, we make it to the table.

"Ana!"

Great. Kate's already screaming like a banshee. I force a smile and hug her. This is gonna be a long night.

Christian and I sit at the table, talking to people as they come and go. I keep introducing him as just

Christian hoping no one will realize he's billionaire Christian Grey.

We've been drinking and talking for about an hour when the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I straighten a little and lean into Christian, whispering in his ear that I'm ready to go when he is. I take a quick survey of the room and nothing stands out to me. I go to stand up but Christian beats me to it and pulls out my chair.

I smile and he puts his hand in the small of my back, leading me out. We're about half way through the bar, going around people when I hear my name being yelled over the music.

"Steele!"

I can't help the broad grin that breaks across my face.

"Stowell," I scream back.

I see him pushing his way through the throng of people on the dance floor. I leave Christian and meet him half way. Without hesitation I jump up and wrap my arms around him. He swings me around.

"What the hell are you doing here?!"

"You think I'd miss the first of our family graduating college?"

I just keep hold of him. Its been so long that I feel like if I let go he'll disappear.

"That's enough, my turn!"

I spin around.

"Potter!"

I grab him into a bear hug as well.

"Oh my god, you guys! I've missed you so much!"

I suddenly remember Christian. I glance over my shoulder at him and he looks pissed.

Oops.

"Come on, lets get a beer. I need to introduce you guys to someone."

I pull them over to Christian, he was still standing by the table.

"Christian! Let me introduce to Lucas Stowell and Waylon Potter. We were in the same unit. Guys this is Christian Grey."

They all shake hands and give each other a hard look. I know why Lucas and Waylon are. They don't trust anyone anymore, especially around me.

I signal to the waitress to bring us a pitcher and glasses. The guys sit on the other side of the table facing us and Christian sits closer to me with his arm around my chair.

"What have you guys been up to?! I feel like I have seen you in forever!"

"Girl please. You know I'll never change. I'm still training. Still picking up little brunettes at the bar, you know you turned me on them."

I laugh at Lucas. Christian stiffens next to me and increases pressure ever so slightly on me. Calm down there cave man.

"I always told you brunettes are more fun than blondes. Still into twinks?"

"Is there any other way?"

"You're gay," Christian asked surprised.

Lucas raised his eye brow at him and smirked over his beer mug. Waylon and I laugh.

I kiss Christian on the cheek.

"Don't worry, he's more into you than me."

I feel Christian ease up as he smiles and kisses the top of my head.

"Waylon? What have you been doing these past months?"

"Same old, same old. Still working, still living. I think I'm going to ask Rebekah to marry me."

"What?! About fucking time, Potter! Let me see the ring!"

He pulls out his phone and hands it to me.

"Don't swipe right or you'll see dick pics."

I giggle and look at the picture.

"It's gorgeous. She'll love it."

We continue to drink and chat and just enjoy each others company. Kate came by and bought us tequila shots. It's starting to get late and I'm pretty sloshed. All of a sudden the DJ comes on with an announcement.

"I've been told that we have three American Veterans in the house tonight. Let's give them all a big cheer and get them up here to play a song in their honor and give them a few drinks on me!"

The room is full of applause and cheers. I catch Kate's eye and she winks holds her glass up to me in a silent toast. Fuck her.

We all look at each other and shrug and make our way to the stage. My head starts to swim as I stand up. I look at Christian he looks less than pleased at my current state. I grab a hold of Waylon's shoulder and we make our way up to the stage. Once up there I stand between the guys and the room gets louder. We salute in unison then give a little bow.

The DJ hands us more shots of tequila. The chords to the song start to play and we clink our glasses together and then knock them back. We put our arms around each other and sing along to Toby Keith's Courtesy of the Red White and Blue. Over the course of the song, the DJ handed us two more shots each. We threw back every one of them.

After the song was over, we thanked the DJ and made our way off stage. I was burning up and dizzy and I needed to get out of there. I locked eyes with Christian and nod towards the exit. He's beside me in an instant. He's leading me outside quickly. Too quickly. Soon as the cool air hits my face, I feel like I can breathe again. I can feel in my throat and go to some bushes quickly. As I'm vomiting, I feel my air being pulled back and someone rubbing my back. Once I know I'm done, I stand up and wipe my mouth.

I look up and see Christian looking pissed. He take me by the arm and leads me to an SUV. We get into the back seat and he hands me my purse. I take out my phone and text Waylon that I'm fine, I had too much to drink and I'm leaving with Christian. He texts right back and said we'd meet up for brunch tomorrow.

I put my phone away and lean onto Christian.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"I don't like you to drink to the point you can't stand. It's not very lady like."

I snort. "I've never been very lady like. Never will be. Sorry."

He puts his arm around me and I keep my head on his shoulder. The gentle motion of the car rocks me to sleep. The sound of the car door, wakes me up. I undo my seat belt just as Christian opens my door.

"You're awake. I was going to let you sleep and carry you up."

"I'm fine, thank you though."

We hold hands and walk into the hotel and straight into the elevator. The air is electric between us. I refuse to look at him but I can feel him staring at me.

The elevator dings open and he leads me to his suite. I stand in the middle of the room unsure of what to do. It's been years since I've been alone with a man like this.

"Would you mind if I take a shower? Maybe borrow some clothes?"

"Sure, its this way." I follow him into the bedroom. He goes to the dresser and pulls out a t shirt and a pair of gym shorts.

"Thank you."

I go to the bathroom and shut the door. Gripping the vanity of the sink I look into the mirror and give myself a pep talk. Okay Steele. You got this. You are going to shower and redress. When you go into that room, you set boundaries. He WILL NOT do anything you don't wanna do. You are a strong, independent, resourceful woman.

Breathing deep, I step into the shower. The hot water feels amazing. I use Christian's soap and shampoo. It smells heavenly. I get out and dry off. I use the tooth brush I had hidden away in my clutch. Throwing my hair up into a messy bun, I dress in his clothes and step out of the bathroom.

He's laying on the bed on top of the covers in pajama bottoms and I t shirt, typing away at his computer. He looks up at him as I enter the room and closes his computer and puts it on the night stand. I cross the room and get into bed next to him.

He leans over and kisses me gently.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We can just to sleep if you like."

"I want this, I want you. But I have something I need to tell you."

"What?"

I take a deep breath.

"I don't like to be touched on my hips on bare skin. If its through a shirt I can deal with it. I also can't be restrained. It sends me into a panic attack and I will physically attack you. I, I understand if you don't want to. Its weird and I'm weird and I'm sorry."

He gently grabs my chin and makes me look into his eyes.

"You're not weird. I don't like to be touched on my chest or my back. I'll put your hands where you can touch me and you put my hands where I can touch you. Deal?"

I nod and put his hands on my waist, parallel with my belly button. He takes my hands and puts them on his shoulders my palms on his collar bone.

He pulls my shirt off and runs his hands over my shoulders and down to my breasts. He takes them gently in his hands and massages them. I shiver in anticipation. He leans down and takes my nipple into his mouth. I arch my back and push into him. My hand wonders down to his pants and I slip it inside. I massage his cock and feel it twictch ins response. He moans against my nipple. He comes up and kisses me deeply and takes his bottoms off. I pull off his shirt and he pulls my shorts off. We're both naked now and tangled up together. He kisses me once and again and slides down the bed. He's between my legs and sending me over the edge in just a few moments. After I come, he smirks at me and licks his lips.

He comes back up and lays beside me. I kiss him, tasting myself on his lips.

"You got a condom?"

He grabs one from his night stand and slips it on. He hovers over me and teases my clit with the head of his cock.

"Christian, please!"

He slams into me and I see stars for a moment. He stops and lets me adjust. It's been so long.

"Fuck Anastasia, you're so tight."

I gasp, "move, please, just move"

He sits the pace and has me screaming his name.

I flip us over and get on top. He looks surprised at my strength. I ride him and come so hard I nearly pass out. He flips us back over and ends up coming. I feel like a lead balloon. He stands up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back out and gets under the covers with me. I'm still laying on my back and he turns on his side and wraps his arm around me. I snuggle into the crevice of his neck and shoulder and fall into a blissful sleep.