Anastasia
I started work this week and even though it's a lot of receptionist work, I am already obsessed. My new boss, Jack Hyde, let me have a sneak peek of a rough draft that came in and he's going to let me edit the first few chapters to assess my abilities. I cannot wait to get my hands dirty with that on Monday, but now that I've clocked out it's boyfriend time.
This will the second time the three of us have hung out alone, the first just being dinner and the eight o'clock news together. It was so nice getting to sit between them and talk with them about anything and everything. They took sex off the table before the night started so it was easy to relax. It's now Friday and the weekend and I have a feeling that sex will be on the table this time... along with spending the night. With both of them. I wonder how that'll work. I'm half excited, half completely terrified, but I know that they will go at my pace. Christian is getting pretty good at reading me so he'll blow the whistle before I'll even get a chance to. Elliot is more of a risk taker and I find myself more of one too when I'm with him. We don't really talk about that around Christian though. Christian is all about safety and rules and likes to be called Sir when he gets all growly and bossy. We keep that to ourselves around Elliot, too. I like that I have little pieces of them that neither of them know about...but I wonder if this will all change when we get together.
Once I got comfortable around them they promised me that they'd stop sharing so much with each other in regards to me and that the only things that will be shared is on a need to know basis. Except sometimes the things aren't really need to know. Elliot complained to Christian about my car situation and how he thought me taking ubers was ridiculous. He told on me without even realizing and I ended up over Christian's knee over it. I've never been put over anyone's knee before... but with Christian it was pretty hot, so I didn't fight him. Plus he gave me about a million orgasms afterward as an apology, so I'll let him do it again. It's a fun game.
The whole car thing ended with Christian getting me my own CPO who doubles as a driver, so my Mercedes is still sitting in the garage even though Dad has given my keys back. I just text my CPO, Sawyer, when I'm ready and he pulls up like magic. If Dad is home I meet him on the corner though. I won't tell him why, but I'm sure Christian has probably told him.
As Sawyer opens the door to the SUV after work, my boss, Jack, calls for me while standing with the front desk girl, Savannah.
"Hey, Ana! We're going to Laurie's! Why don't you join us?"
I give him a polite smile. "Sorry, I can't. I have plans."
He gives me a smile and then looks Sawyer up and down. "Who's the suit?"
My face heats and I look up at Sawyer, who raises an eyebrow. He looks annoyed with Jack.
"This is Sawyer. He's my protection officer."
"So, a glorified driver, huh?"
I frown. Although I feel the same, I feel like that's a little rude. Christian handpicked the Marine and is paying him good money.
"I'm sorry, Sawyer. That was rude of me." His hand comes up to his chest as he apologizes, but it doesn't seem genuine. Why does he feel so douche-baggy all of a sudden?
Sawyer doesn't say a word to him. Instead, he turns toward me. "In you go, Ms. Steele."
"Why are you a part-time PA if you have the money to pay for that?" Savannah looks completely confused. It actually makes me grin. Because my boyfriend is a beautiful lunatic.
"I don't." I shrug. "My boyfriend is super protective."
"You've got a boyfriend?" Savannah pries like it's her damn business.
"I have a couple." I give them a cheeky grin and slip into the car. I know I shouldn't have said it, but I can't help it. I want someone to know, so why not let it be my nosy boss?
"Only one of them is protective?" He's teasing me, but his snaky smile makes my tummy hurt. "Maybe you need another." I don't know what that is supposed to mean, but I choose to ignore it.
"They both are overprotective, really. One just doesn't like to get his hands dirty. The other doesn't mind." I shrug, but I mean it as a warning. "Sawyer, please shut my door. I want to go see them now." I am getting the heeby jeebies really bad right now. The fact that I felt the need to tell him, in a round about way, that they could hurt him probably told him so. I hope this awkwardness is forgotten by Monday. The back windows are blacked out and I watch as he throws an arm over Savannah's shoulders to steer her in the opposite direction.
My first week that I thought was perfect, just ended in such a sour way. Really, they didn't say anything too bad, besides his douchery towards Sawyer which I won't condone, but the feeling I got from it was all kinds of fucked up. I wonder if I should tell Christian and Elliot...
"Ms. Steele."
"Yes, Sawyer?" I turn my attention to the man in the front seat.
"I think Mr. Grey needs to do a background check on your direct supervisor."
My eyebrows shoot up. "That felt gross to you, too, then?" I'm relieved to know it wasn't just me.
His eyes find mine in the mirror and he gives me a nod. "And it wasn't from the driver comment either."
"I hate that he said that to you. It won't happen again, Sawyer, I promise." I twist my hands together. "Will you give me this weekend to tell my men before you bring it up?" They deserve to hear it from me first, but I don't want it to ruin our evening, so I need to be delicate with how I bring it up. I know Christian will get all growly over it and Elliot will probably ask where he lives...if he is still the same Elliot from my high school years.
"Of course. I'll bring it to Taylor's attention on Sunday. Before you go back to work."
I nod. "Thank you."
Tonight we're meeting at Christian's so it only takes ten minutes to get here and when we slip into the garage at Escala, a calm immediately settles into me. I'll be seeing my men soon. My excitement quickly overtakes my calmness and I dance a little in my seat.
Sawyer watches me from the car as I slip into the elevator and I give him one last wave before the door closes. The elevator climbs to the top and when it opens Christian is standing in the foyer like always.
He gives me a grin. "Hey, Sugar."
I bite my lip. I love his voice. "Hi, handsome." I walk straight for him and drop my oversized handbag to the floor so I can hug and kiss him hello.
"Fuck, I've missed you." He squeezes my backside through my new dress. "Red, baby?"
I hum. "Just for you."
He gives me another deep kiss. "I like that. Let me get your bag." He leans over and grunts. "What do you have in here?" He weighs it in his hand and I giggle.
"A change of clothes and toiletries in case I find myself making you breakfast."
"You will definitely be here for breakfast. I'm not letting you out of my sight this weekend." He slips an arm around me and guides me into his apartment.
"Ooh, I like that." I secretly wish I could stay forever but I know there's no way that'd be a good idea. "Mind if I grab myself a Diet Pepsi? Would you like anything?"
He gives me a smile. "You never have to ask. You're free to roam and forage for anything."
I giggle on my way to the fridge. "I am not a squirrel. I do not forage."
"Oh, I'm sorry. The way you were packing gummy bears in your cheeks last time, I thought you might be."
I look over my shoulder at him and stick my tongue out while I pop the can of my soda open.
"I have great plans for that tongue of yours later so don't tire it out now by being childish. Open the freezer, baby."
Yanking it open, I find half a dozen frosted mugs. "Ooh, I'm sure these are for Elliot, but I appreciate you encouraging me to steal one." I pull one out and pour my soda into the freezing cold mug before bringing it to my lips for a drink. "Ahhh, so frosty." I lick my upper lip. "Where is Elliot, anyway?"
I catch him smiling at me with those sexy dimples, his head shaking side to side. "What?"
"You're so fucking cute is all." I cock an eyebrow at his comment. Do I want him to think of me as cute? "Elliot will be here in a few. Then we'll have pizza for dinner. They're in the oven keeping warm. Come sit with me." He offers me his hand and I hop to, bringing my frosty soda with me.
I barely get my mug on a coaster before he's yanking me down onto his lap. I slip out of my heels and curl into his lap, pressing my lips to his. "God, I love these lips." I run my index finger over his bottom lip. "They're so kissable. Especially when you hear something you don't want to hear. This bottom lip comes out into a little bit of a pout and I just want to nibble on it every time."
Grinning, his fingers wander below my dress. "Christian..." It's a warning. I also bought special lingerie at the same time I bought the red dress, but I'm super self-conscious about it. I probably look ridiculous in it, but Elliot went crazy when I wore lacy black panties to his house once and so I'm hoping black lace is what he likes. I got the dress in Christian's favorite and the lingerie in what I'm hoping is Elliot's.
It's a lace bra and panty set with a small red bow on the front of the panties. Oh. And they're crotchless. I felt so damn nervous about being in a dress with crotchless panties that I wore others to work and changed in the bathroom toward the end of the day.
He pouts and my eyes narrow. I know this time he's doing it on purpose. "Patience, beau. There's something special under there, but you have to wait for Elliot."
His eyebrows raise. "Special, huh? Fuck, I'm hard."
I giggle. "I noticed." I wiggle a little on top of him, making him all growly again. "Easy. we've got all weekend to enjoy each other."
He gives me a nod. "Right. Speaking of, how is your father taking this?"
I shrug. "He keeps asking me where I've been going and I tell him that I just have a social life and I've been living away from him for four years, so I'm used to doing what I want. I told him I was an adult and I'll come and go as I please." I wince. "I said it a little nicer than that. But, you get the picture. I don't know why he thinks I should be sitting at home staring at the television, wasting my life away."
"Maybe he's worried his virgin daughter would find herself in the middle of a tryst with a couple of grown men who want to devour her whole." He gives me a smirk and I blush.
"Well... too late. I want to devour them, too."
He chuckles. "We've really created a monster. Our little nymphomaniac."
My mouth drops and I feign offense. "I am not that bad! I am new to this whole sex thing and have two very sexy men wanting me all the time. Of course I'm going to let you fuck my brains out. I need to catch up for all the years of celibacy."
His head falls back in a laugh. "God, I love you, Sugar. You're perfect for me."
My stomach flips at his words. Did he really mean it? Was it just one of those things where you say it just because you found the person funny? I don't really know what to say. Now I find myself awkwardly staring at him, unsure if he was serious and I should say it back or if he was kidding. If I admit I love him and he didn't mean it, he'll run. If I ignore it and play it off, I could hurt his feelings.
"Anastasia? Are you okay?"
I swallow and nod, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Uh, yea. Of course."
"Was it too soon for you? I hadn't meant to say it out loud, because I didn't want to scare you. It slipped."
My whole body forms goosebumps. "You really...?"
He cups my neck and pulls me to his lips so he can kiss me. "I love you, Anastasia." He whispers it against my lips and I shiver.
"I can't believe it." I bite my lip and grin.
"You really didn't know? You couldn't tell?"
I shake my head. "No one's ever been in love with me before."
"Baby. I spend every available minute I can with you. I text you all God-damned day even when I should be working. I can't keep my mind off of you for more than thirty seconds. I pay a man six figures to keep you safe. What do you think all that is?"
I chew my lip. "I-I thought it was just because of the awesome sex and Sawyer... I just figured paying him was just a drop in the bucket for you so you could have me with you whenever you wanted." I shrug, suddenly embarrassed. "You don't do this with all your girls?"
He snorts. "Never, Sugar. You're the first. And you're much more than just a good lay, baby. I enjoy you just as much outside the bed as I do in it. I hate that you can't see that."
Frowning, my head drops and I look down at my knees. "I'm so sorry."
"Sugar... baby, no. I didn't mean to make you feel this way. I want you to understand that you're the most important person to me." His fingers curl under my chin, pulling my head up so I'll look at him. "I love you. And I will remind you every hour of every day if I have to."
My face breaks into a smile on its own. "I love you, too."
"That's a relief." His dimples appear.
I giggle.
"Have you told Elliot, yet?"
"No. But I love him, too."
"Tell him. As soon as he comes in. He'll be ecstatic, I'm sure."
My eyebrows knit together. "Uh... I don't know. My mother always said to wait until he says it first because it'll just send him running. I don't want Elliot to get freaked out. It could ruin everything."
"Woah. Okay, wait. One- that's a fucking lie. Your mother is wrong. And two- he won't freak out. It'll make his whole damn year to hear that our Sugar loves him. Trust me."
The elevator dings and he pushes me onto my feet. "Go greet him. He's been bitching about how much he misses you all day. Not that I blame him." He pats my backside and I make my way toward the foyer where Elliot is just coming through. When I see his face light up, mine does, too.
Elliot opens his arms for me and I hurry to him, letting him yank me up by my backside like he always does when he greets me.
"Sugar."
Before I can say hello, his mouth is on mine and I'm thankful he's holding me because I don't think I can feel my legs anymore.
"Fuck, I've missed you, baby."
I laugh. "I've missed my Elliot." I search his hazel eyes, trying to find the confidence to tell him.
His lips pull down. "What is it?"
I shake my head. "Nothing... I... I just... I want to tell you..."
"Yes?"
"I love you."
A rush of air flies out of his mouth like he got kicked in the gut. Oh God. Did I make a mistake?
"Say that again?"
I wince. "I... I um..."
"You love me?"
I nod.
"Holy fuck. Holy fuck! Sugar fucking loves me!" He throws a fist in the air and does a yell, making me laugh. He's so completely ridiculous, but adorable. He yanks my head back toward his for another kiss.
"I fucking love you, too."
I hug him tightly around the neck while he carries me towards the couch. My heart swells so damn much with his words. Both of my men claim to love me. It settles my heart almost completely. I don't know how this 'v' thing is supposed to work long term, but I'm willing to try. They seem to want the same thing. They're taking the relationship seriously so we'll navigate it together.
Elliot plops me down against Christian and pulls my calves into his lap so he can rub my feet. "Ugh, Sugar, it's been such a long day. I'm three men down for the Gates' vacation home build, so I ended up working on site. I consider myself in pretty good shape-"
"I agree." I cut in, grinning.
He gives me a wink. "-But when I've been in my office too long, the field reminds me that the gym just doesn't cut it. I was so sweaty and dirty, I had to cut into my Sugar time and run home to shower."
I hum. "Do you think I could watch you get all hot and sweaty on a jobsite sometime?" I rub my foot against his thigh. "Then you can throw me in your truck and have your way with me before I take you home and clean you off."
Elliot laughs. "Fuck, that'll get me out of the office more often." His comment makes me giggle.
"Shit. Maybe I need to work for Elliot." Christian pouts.
"No, no. I have my own little fantasy that involves you."
He perks up quickly. "Oh yea? Tell me. Right now."
"I want to sneak up to your office during lunch one day so you can lay me out on the desk where you sit and control your whole company. Let them work while you have a naked girl begging you to fuck her."
His hands grip my thighs. "Shit, baby. Any. Day. Of. The. Week. Hell. Every day of the week." He pulls at my red dress and it sneaks up my legs to show my thighs. "Our little minx here says she has something special under this beautiful dress to show us. I was trying to be patient, but she's gone and blown that to hell."
Elliot grins. "Is that right? We've must have been good boys. Let's see, Sugar." He starts to pull my legs apart while Christian yanks my dress up and it causes me to squeak.
"I-I'm nervous! I'm scared you won't like it!" My knees try to come together even though Elliot is holding my ankles apart and my hands grab at my dress at my groin to try to stop Christian. "What if you're disappointed?" I frown.
"Christian." Elliot's eyes falls to my hands and they're suddenly being yanked from my dress and held behind my back.
My first reaction is to try to fight Christian, but he kisses me behind my ear and speaks so sweetly, I find myself relaxing quickly. "Easy, darlin. You never have to worry about either of us being disappointed when it comes to seeing your body. You're too damn perfect. Be a good girl for us now. I'm going to pull up this gorgeous dress and you're going to open your legs for Elliot so he can get a good look at you. He's been missing you all day and he deserves a treat. Will you give that to him?"
I nod. "Yes, sir."
He kisses my temple. "Good girl. I'll release you, but you have to stay nice and relaxed for us."
I squeak out an okay and try to stay relaxed as Christian continues to pull my dress up.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ." Elliot's eyes don't leave my groin and my whole body flushes. Hell, I'm sweating. "Crotchless panties? Perfect."
I feel the groan in Christian's chest against my back.
"Black lace. My favorite. Unzip her dress, C. We need to see the top."
Pushing me upright, Christian moves my hair off my shoulder and gives my neck a kiss as he unzips me. "Doing okay, Sugar?"
I give a nod, allowing him to pull the dress up. I shimmy so it slides past my backside, and he pulls it over my head. The black lace bra is see-through and my hard nipples are obvious through the fabric and I find myself nervous all over again for some reason. Christian's hands find my breasts though and my panic subsides a little with them covered.
"You're tense, baby. Tell us what's going on in that head of yours." Christian kisses my temple.
I wet my lips. "I know you both have seen everything... but having both of you see it at the same time is..." I choose my word wisely. "...different. Before, I could pretend like you guys didn't know I was getting naked with the other, but now..." I shrug. "I know it's stupid."
"Sugar, no." Elliot shakes his head. "If you're worried about the two of us getting jealous about the thought of the other seeing you, you have nothing to worry about. If this is about you feeling too exposed, we can remedy that. You don't have to do this. If you're feeling insecure... please don't. You're fucking beautiful. You have both of us salivating just looking at you like this. Tell us what you need and we'll deliver. We're your safe place."
I chew my lip. "I guess I was feeling exposed because I am insecure. Don't let me think too much. I don't want to chicken out of our weekend together."
"We'll take care of you." Christian assures me. "We'll take the lead and you just enjoy. You tell us if there's something you want or if there's something you don't. Otherwise, just take your pleasure and the attention, okay?"
I nod, my nervousness dissipating. "Yes. It's easier when you take control." Thank God Christian prefers it.
Christian's lips find my neck while Elliot's hands run up my legs. My toes curl in Elliot's lap while my fingers bite into Christian's thighs.
Here goes nothing.