THE FINAL CHAPTER
Unless I turn this around, they are going to start wondering why I have all of a sudden lost my ability to talk. I grip Ana's hips and move her backwards, this move might cause me some pain, but at least she will be off my dick.
That's when I realize my dick has rubbed against her g spot, she bites down hard on her lips. I can't help the smirk at forms on my face. I pretend to get myself in a comfortable position all the while moving her back and forth on my dick. I hear the small whimper she makes into my neck, but Kate and Mia are so engrossed in their conversation they pay no attention to us. Sensing an opportunity, I start moving Ana furiously on my dick.
It takes everything and I mean everything not to growl when Ana bites down on my shoulder. Realizing Kate and Mia are in a world of their own Ana starts grinding hard, occasionally brave enough to bounce a little. It's not long before I feel her shaking and gripping my dick to the point where I cum hard and silently shaking a little myself.
Ana's head is buried in my neck while she tries to get her breath back. When Kate and Mia decide to head in because it's getting cold, we tell them the blanket is doing a good job of keeping us warm. I hear Mia murmur that's what she should have done. The moment they are out of sight Ana starts giggling.
"Miss Steele that was brave."
"I don't know what came over me. God, I came so hard I don't know how I kept quiet.
"The vicious bite mark on my neck can probably answer that." Ana moves my t-shirt to the side and licks my bite wound causing my dick still buried in her to twitch, she doesn't stop licking, instead starts to bounce on my dick which is fast becoming hard. Round 2.
The rest of our stay in aspen is brilliant, no one left the house till it was time to come home.
Thomas fucking Hardy I hate, hate that fucking name. It's the name that shuts me up, it's been over a month since my misdemeanours and I was really hoping Ana had forgotten about it, no such luck.
Ana moving in with me this week was supposed to a happy occasion, right now it's anything but. First instead of getting professional packers and movers, Ana insist we do it ourselves. I made the mistake of revealing to Ana my lack of packing skills since Gail did all of mine. Apparently I need to learn how to pack my own damn things.
The minute I opened my mouth to argue, it was snapped shut by that stupid name.
As though that wasn't bad enough Ana's father insists on meeting the man his daughter is going to be living with. There was something in his voice that didn't sit well with me. Ana thinks I'm just being paranoid.
Ray Steele is the one man who can effectively end my happiness, if he doesn't like me, would Ana still move in with me. I will admit I'm afraid to ask.
"Will you stop fidgeting, my dad will love you."
"I don't know, his insistence on meeting me…"
"Christian it's what fathers do, he's just making sure you can take care of me." He could just ask her, there is no need to come and spent the day with an ex-Marine whose background check is damn near impossible to get. "Anyway too late we are here."
Ray Steele looks every bit the Marine and he certainly hasn't let himself go. He stands at 6.2 and stocky with hands that look like they can break my neck quite easily.
The smile on his face as Ana jumps in his arms is that of a proud father.
"Christian, come here." Here we go. "Dad this is my boyfriend Christian Grey."
"Mr Steele, it's a pleasure to meet you." He stares at me for a good long while.
"Call me Ray, come in." Ana gives me the I told you so look.
I've never met my girlfriend's father, duh you've never had a girlfriend. Ana showed me around her home, her bedroom certainly isn't what I expected. Mia's bedroom is just…well pink and pinker.
Ana's is very adult for lack of a better word. Shelves lined with books, a small double bed and a wicker chair facing the window, I'm guessing a place to sit and read.
Ana is in the kitchen making a few quick dishes for Ray to freeze, I find myself alone on the front porch with Ray drinking beer. I really don't know what I was worried about.
"From what I've read and heard about you, you are a very clever man." The Steele's have a way of letting you release the breath you are holding and then snatching the rug from under you. "This conversation stays between you and me. I contemplated on what to do about you for some time. The only reason I haven't gone through with my plans…. Well, Annie not speaking to you was causing you more pain than anything I could ever come up with." He knows, how? "Let me make something clear, if my daughter ends up in hospital requiring surgery…do I need to finish."
"No sir."
"Good."
I was in a daze for the rest of the day, Ana didn't tell him that's for sure, yet she didn't seem worried about me. I know it wasn't Kate she doesn't know. The only people who knew where my mom, Taylor and Gail.
Sherlock Holmes quoted. 'When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.'
So as improbable as it might seem the only logical explanation I can come up with is Raymond Steel has someone following his daughter and whoever it is, is very very good.
"Sir, are you alright?"
"It's nothing Taylor, he got the if you hurt my daughter speech."
"Oh," Taylor says chuckling. Now I was sure Ana didn't tell her father, she simply put my behaviour down to what every boyfriend got from their prospective father in law.
"Is it always that bad?" Taylor laughs.
"My ex-wife's father is 5.7 barely 170 pounds and I could break the man in half and not break a sweat, but the day we had that talk I left his house a wreck. So yes it's always that bad."
On the drive back home I couldn't shake the feeling, Ray had someone following Ana, I needed to talk to Taylor. They are clearly not a threat… I just need to confirm my suspicions.
"I know it sounds crazy but I…" Taylor looks like he's making his mind up about something.
"Ray had someone on Ana." What the hell?
"And when were you planning on telling me?"
"Sir, I said had. The only reason I knew about it was because he made himself known to me. His name is Carl 'The Chameleon' Mercer. The Chameleon well that explains a lot.
"How long?"
"Just before she moved to Seattle." Ray knew all about me. "When did he make hims…?"
"At the hospital, I was warned to keep you away from Miss Steele.
"I see."
"Sir I know Carl Mercer rather of him. You pay me to protect you and that's what I did."
"Thank you, Taylor. Wait, if I was supposed to stay away. Not telling me about Ana's employment with SIP goes against protecting me."
"You are welcome." He smirks. If he had told me, I wouldn't have gone to SIP, and none of the subsequent events that followed would have happened. Thank you, Jason Taylor.
The last few weeks of my life has been … normal. Normal is a word that was not attributed to me. Ana finally moved in, well officially. She moved her things in 3 weeks after we got back from her dads.
Before that, she was always here. When she said we'd pack her things ourselves, what she meant was she'd tell me what to do, more like order me about. 'No Christian that goes in that box.' 'I already told you CDs go in this box, not DVDs.' apparently that is normal.
Off course, my absolute favourite week apart from Ana officially moving in was cashing in my bet. I had initially decided to forget the bet until Elliot tried to blackmail me. I may be a very amiable guy when it comes to Ana. But trying to use the Aspen garden sex against me is a no-no.
Turns out Mia may not have had a clue as to what was going on, but Kate certainly did and naturally told Elliot. He knows how easily embarrassed Ana gets, if I forgot the bet, he won't tease Ana. Yeah, that wasn't going to fly. He didn't believe me and at our parents usual Sunday lunch he decided to make suggestive comments to Ana. He got the shock of his life when Ana asked him about the mole on his left bum cheek. It was beautiful, I don't believe anything had shut him up quite so fast.
Turns out in the early days when he was dating Kate, he had a knack to forget Ana lived at the apartment. Apparently his left bum cheek was the least of his problems.
He spent the week at my beck and call, hell Andrea hasn't had so much fun. Elliot got the coffee, answered phones, took notes for my meetings, went across the road to the deli for my lunches all the while wearing a pink suit with sparkling shoes, belt and tie. And I've got it all on video, glorious, just fucking glorious.
Mac wakes me from my musings, telling me it's time. Ana is finally asleep and we got a few hours to get everything together.
Mac took the speed boat back to shore, he won't be needed till morning. I'm decked out in my traditional jeans and linen top. No jacket, it's not warm and it's not cold either. The sea is calm and there's very little wind blowing.
"Christian." She stops in her tracks, she looks adorable in my t-shirt and nothing else, she's glowing, the fading sun and lights from the candles cast a romantic shadow over the boat.
She looks stunned from the amount of candles covering the deck. "Emm, Christian." She says walking cautiously towards me. I take her hands and get on one knee. She gasps knowing what's coming.
"Anastasia Rose Steele, you had me the moment I looked into those deep bright blue eyes of yours. I had never seen anything so beautiful. Even those ridiculous awful clothes couldn't hide your beauty. Luck is something I've never subscribed to, but I am a lucky man to have been given a second chance with you. I will be whatever you need and want, whenever that maybe.
It will be honour and pleasure to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me."
"Uh huh, she says while vigorously nodding and crying. "I me…mean…ye..yes." I slip the princess shaped diamond in a platinum setting ring on her finger, before crushing my lips to hers.
2 MONTHS LATER
"Bro, you ready."
"More than you know, having to wait 2 months to make Ana officially mine was pure torture. The whole making her mine…I will admit made me a little…well made me a little something. It happened a 2 weeks before the wedding.
"Son, you ready." Ray asks.
"Yeah, ready,"
"How about your vows." My dad inquires.
"We decided to go with the traditional vows, you know love, honour, obey." Elliot starts choking on his drink, my dad is absent-mindedly hitting his back all the while staring at me with his jaw on the floor, Ray looks pissed, my grandfather looks disappointed. Taylor is simply shaking his head. What's wrong with the traditional vows, hell my parents used them.
"Bro, you looking for an excuse to sabotage this wedding." WHAT, why will he think that.
"Obey, have you met the woman you are about to marry." Clearly not Ray mutters at my dad's comment.
"What's wrong with obey."
"Nothing if you plan on saying it too." Taylor says. Well, of course, I'm not saying obey.
"It's in the bible." I protest.
"And so is a wife washing their husbands' feet." Elliot got me there, but Ana is still saying obey.
"Christian, I married your grandmother at a time when women were seen as second-class citizens, and yet I didn't expect her to say obey. Women like her fought so that your mother can become a doctor and not a female doctor but a doctor. So women like your sister, Ana and Kate could go to school and realize their dreams, not just about embarrassing their husbands with their lack of knowledge."
I don't know what to say, it seems as though everyone is against the idea, why did I have to say anything. Ana would have said it and that would have been that.
"Son, please tell me you haven't mentioned this to Ana."
"Well no, we just said we'd go with the traditional vows." To me saying obey was implied. They all breathe a sigh of relief that could move a boulder.
Despite everything that was said I was still sure Ana would say it. Walking into the bedroom, she was on the phone with Kate. She was off the phone when I got out of the bathroom. She told me that one of the girls at Kate's office was supposed to get married in 3 weeks and in all likelihood the wedding wasn't going to happen. The bride's future husband wanted her to say obey. The hairs on the back of my neck pricked up upon hearing the word.
The future bride had no intention of saying obey and since they'd reached an impasse, she was thinking about calling the wedding off. I muttered that it was a bit extreme. Ana's response was she didn't blame the woman and started ranting on about what world he thought he lived in, something about setting women back and male chauvinistic pigs, obey my ass. What is wrong with him, can you imagine this day and age expecting a woman to say obey in her wedding vows.
My planned conversation with Ana on the subject died in my throat, she saw no problem calling of the wedding if I insisted on her saying obey. It wasn't a chance I was about to take.
My piano rendition of an impossible dream brings me back to my wedding day. I see her the same time I hear the gasps. My God she is breath-taking.
Someone somewhere saw fit to grace my life with this beauty. At some point in my life, I did something right and this is my reward.
AN: Thank you for reading and reviewing. As of now this story is complete, there might the occasional added chapter when I think of something. Again thanks. C.J.