Anastasia

I wake, rested and warm with the light streaming through my window. I smile with my eyes closed and snuggle in to the body that I know is Elliot's. His skin smells delicious. A perfect mix of his pheromones and body wash. Even though I feel rested, I don't want to move yet. My beautiful man is still sleeping soundly and this is my favorite part of the day with them. I love when I wake up first and can just breathe them in.

I hear a door shut and I bolt straight up in bed, remembering that I am at home and not at Elliot's. It causes Elliot to stir and stretch. When he begins to groan while his big body stretches around me, I cover his mouth with my fingers and listen hard, trying to decipher where my father's footsteps are going. When I hear nothing, I throw the quilt off of us and hop out of bed, throwing Elliot his hoodie.

"You have to go." I whisper it as quietly as I can while he yanks his shoes on. I hate how quickly I was pulled from my beautiful waking moment, but it's my own fault. I should have made sure he left before morning.

I hear footsteps in the hall and I begin to eternally panic. "Put your shirt on!" I mouth to him. We're going to fucking get caught. For some reason, I feel like if we're dressed maybe it'll make us look better. Looking down at myself, I realize I'm in nothing but Christian's t-shirt and panties, so I yank the bottoms from last night off the floor and step into them. Not fast enough.

My father opens the door while Elliot and I both have our clothes half on and I still with my pants around my thighs when his eyes meet mine.

"Annie, do you- what the hell is going on?" I sneak a look back at Elliot who is just yanking his hoodie down off his face. "Who is- Elliot?" My father somehow manages to look pale and angry at the same time. I yank my pants up the rest of the way and button them.

"Dad, nothing happened. We just fell asleep." He's never going to believe me.

"Elliot Grey." He takes a step in my room, keeping eye contact with him and I hold my breath. Elliot doesn't move. He swallows, though and I wince. He's nervous.

"Mr. Steele."

"Why the fuck are you in my house?"

"Daddy, we had a fight and he came to resolve it and we fell asleep. That's all." I move to grab his arm so he doesn't corner Elliot and he shakes my hand off, turning toward me.

"This is who you've been seeing?"

I nod. "Yes."

"My daughter... barely an adult... is seeing this middle-aged man?"

"Dad! He's 32!"

"When did this start?" He turns on heel and scowls at Elliot. "When did you start preying on my daughter? How old was she when you started grooming her?"

"Dad!" I am shaking. I am shocked that he thinks that Elliot would do such a thing.

"It started this summer. Not before. I would never do that to Ana."

"She's too young for you. Leave her the fuck alone."

"She's an adult. She can make her own decisions. I won't leave her."

"Get out of my house." My father grits the words between his clenched teeth and Elliot looks him over before he moves. I know he's worried my ex-marine of a father will try to take a hit, because I'm worried too. I know that Elliot would let him and I can't bear to let him do that. He doesn't deserve it. "I SAID GET OUT!"

Elliot steps around him and his eyes meet mine for a few seconds before he makes his way out of my room. My father doesn't even bother to give him time to get down the stairs before he turns on me.

"So, now I know why you didn't want me to know who you're seeing."

I sigh. "Dad, he's a good man. He-"

"He's too fucking old for you."

"That's bullshit. You're twelve years older than Mom!"

"And look how well that turned out!"

I wipe at the tears that have formed in my eyes. I'm frustrated and I don't know what to say. This is not how I wanted my father to find out and he only knows half of it, but I am not going to bring up Christian right now. He looks murderous and he needs time to settle down after the shock of finding Elliot.

"You'll stop seeing him."

I let out a laugh. "Like hell I will!"

"Don't be stupid. He's playing you. What else would he want with a young woman like you besides what's between your legs?"

I take a step back, feeling like I've been slapped. "I don't know, Dad. You tell me. What's between Mom's must have been pretty good considering she came with the baggage of a baby."

He grits his teeth, his fists clenched tight. I've pushed him too far, but he's being a total hypocrite.

"Get out."

My heart drops into my stomach.

"Daddy!"

"I said get out. Take enough shit for the weekend and go. I can't look at you right now."

He turns and leaves, slamming my door behind him. Slowly, I gather a few changes of clothes and my personal items while I do my best to control my sobs. My father hates me now. I've never spoken to him like this and now I've broken us. I really hope we can talk this out soon. I can't imagine life without him.

I hurry down the stairs and he surprises me by standing at the bottom of them with my keys to hand to me. I'm really surprised he's offering me the vehicle since it's in his name and he doesn't want anything to do with me. "If you need help, you know I'll be there." I blink up at him. He's basically saying that he thinks Elliot has manipulated me enough to be stuck under his thumb. I don't know what to say.

"I love him, Dad. And I love you."

His jaw clenches and he swallows. "You should go."

By the time I get to the car, I'm sobbing again and it takes a few minutes for me to get my shit together enough to pull out of the garage and down the driveway. When I pull onto the street, I'm surprised to see Elliot's truck across the street from my house still. I slow and roll my window down when I reach him and he looks down at me.

"Sugar, are you okay?"

"He told me to go."

"What?" He's jaw clenches and I have to swallow back tears. "Come to mine."

"Thank you."

"Of course, baby. Can you drive? You can get in my truck."

I shake my head. "I can drive. I'll follow you."

I try to call Christian on the way, but it goes straight to voice-mail so he must have it off. I hate how bothered Elliot looks from in front of me. His eyes keep meeting mine in his rearview mirror and his shoulders are high and tense. I worry he's feeling guilty, but it isn't his fault. I should have told my father awhile ago, but I was a coward. Hell, I'm still a coward. I have every intention in speaking to my father when he calms down and when I do, I'll tell him about Christian. It's been a couple months since Christian and I got together and it doesn't seem like it's going to stop with either of them. We're going strong even though we've had small hiccups along the way. If everyone reacts the way my father just did, we'll face a few more.

I pull into Elliot's driveway behind him and after I grab my bag, he twirls me around and yanks me into his arms, making me laugh. I wrap my legs around his hips let him carry me in. It's becoming a little routine of his and I find it adorable.

"If you aren't careful, I'm going to get accustomed to this."

He grins as he carries me through his garage and hits the button to lower the door before continuing through the house. "Aren't you already?"

"A little." I kiss his chin. "Thank you for this." He has a seat on the couch with me on his lap and I drop my bag so I can curl into him.

"No reason to thank me. You're my girl. I hate that your father is doing this to you."

I chew my lip. "I'm sorry he was so terrible to you."

He shrugs. "He's trying to look out for you, but he still sees you as a little girl."

"Well, I'm not."

"Fuck, I know that!" He pinches my backside. "One hell of a woman at that."

I kiss him. I just need him close. I need the attention and affection and I just want to find comfort in my Elliot. When his large hands run up my back, his thumbs up my sides, I press myself further into him. I squeeze and rub his shoulders and he groans against my lips.

"I need you." I murmur against his lips before taking them again. Reaching down, I try to pull his gray sweatpants down a little, but they don't budge with both of us sitting on them, so I reach in to squeeze his length, moaning when I get my hand on the soft skin of his hard shaft.

He lifts his hips just enough to pull his bottoms down to free himself.

"Mm, thank you." I smile and look down before realizing I still have my pants on. "God damn it." I jump up and slip my shoes off and yank my bottoms off before climbing back into his lap. He helps me take him and I take my time, the intense stretch after days of nothing making it pinch a little.

"Easy, Sugar. A little at a time." He's gritting his teeth and I know he's struggling to keep his control.

I give him a soft grin. "You're too big."

He shakes his head. "You're just so deliciously tight, baby. You're like fucking heaven."

"I like that." I love that he thinks I feel so good. I want to be the only one he remembers.

I hum and kiss his lips when I finally take all of him and he's pushed into my cervix. "Finally. So deep."

He grunts and flexes into me, making me jolt and moan. My body is in overdrive and my eyesight is blurry already. "You feel too good." I start to move up and down on him, while he works to get my t-shirt off.

"Too many fucking clothes." He throws the t-shirt behind me and I help him yank his hoodie over his head.

"Ooh, much better." I run my hands over his chest while I ride him. "Fuck, Elliot. So fucking good."

He squeezes my backside and helps me move against him. The friction against my clit is so damn intense. I don't know how he does it, but it always blows my mind.

His phone starts to vibrate and his hand leaves my backside to answer. I don't bother to look. If he's answering, I know it's Christian.

"What's up?" His hand comes back to my backside as he continues to move me against him.

"Checking on you. What are you doing?"

"Fucking Sugar on the couch."

"She's with you? Thank fuck. I'm heading over now."

I stop holding back and let out a long moan. Elliot feels so fucking good and the thought of having Christian, too, has my body lighting up even more.

"You sound incredible, Sugar. I can't get there fast enough."

I whimper. "Yes, please hurry. I miss you."

"God, I miss you, too. It's been too long. Are you okay? I just left Dad's. Ray called him while we were in a meeting, screaming that his deviant son needed to leave his daughter alone."

I giggle and kiss Elliot. "You deviant!"

"I know you're busy, so I won't ask specifics. I'll just listen to Sugar until I get there."

I gasp dramatically, but him wanting to listen is turning me on. "You both are deviants." Hell, I am too. I bite at Elliot's bottom lip and grind on him, moaning.

"Let's see how loud I can make you scream while we have an audience, baby." Elliot gives me a Cheshire grin and moves us quickly.

"You took it out!" I whine, pouting.

"On your knees and I'll give it back to you."

I hop to, wiggling my backside so he hurries. When he shoves into me quickly, I cry out, my head flying back.

"That's our girl. Keep it up. Elliot, don't come inside of her. I want to bury my face between her legs as soon as I get there."

"Holy fuck." These two are going to kill me with this stuff, but at least it'll be incredible.

"Shit, our girl just got wetter. I think she's up for it."

XxXxXx

The front door opens and I look over the back of the couch while I'm curled into Elliot, wearing his shirt. "Christian!"

"I need my girl." He strides over and yanks me off the couch, making me laugh. I wrap my legs and arms around him and give him a deep kiss.

"I've missed you so much, handsome."

"Fuck, baby. It's been too long. Let's take this to the bedroom." He starts heading for the stairs and I look over my shoulder, but Elliot isn't following.

"Elliot!"

He laughs. "I'll be up in a few. Christian needs some one-on-one time first."

"Thanks, man." He calls down to him on the way up the stairs. When we hit the bedroom, he drops both of us down on it and I attack his lips. I've missed my Christian so much. My hands cling to every part of him I can manage, but he's clothed.

I pull away from his lips. "These clothes need to go. I need skin."

Smiling, he pushes up on his knees and while he works to rid his own clothes, I yank off the shirt I'm wearing and throw it to the side.

"God, you're yummy." I run my hands over his abdomen while my eyes wander over his gorgeous body. This man is sinfully delicious.

His eyebrow cocks in amusement. "I'll show you yummy." He pushes me back onto the pillow and his mouth finds my center.

I moan out. "You're so good at this." My hand finds his hair and I run my fingers through it. He's working me up quickly and it surprises me since he usually takes his time, but I don't mind. I want to be connected to him and I think he wants it, too. "Christian... Christian. So close." He flutters his tongue and I'm a goner.

He climbs up my body quickly and kisses me. "I need to be inside of you." He hurries to position himself and pushes into me.

"Yes." I'm breathless. I need this intimacy with him. I need the closeness and the attention from him. The contentious morning is starting to catch up with me now and I'm extremely emotional all of a sudden. Christian notices.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He stops his deep, slow strokes and I shake my head, gripping his shoulders.

"Don't stop. Please. I just need you." I get teary-eyed and I'm frustrated at myself.

"Oh, Sugar. Baby, I'm right here. I've got you." He starts up again and leans down to kiss my tears. "I love you so much."

"I love you. Please don't stop." My legs wrap around his hips and I cling to him like he might float away. He pushes me into the mattress and whispers sweet things in my ear while we make love and it's everything I need right now. We eventually reach our orgasms and we lay, curled up together.

"You've had a hard morning, haven't you, Sugar?" He kisses my hair.

I nod against his shoulder and then burst into tears. I hate that I'm crying like this right after our time together. I feel like I've completely ruined the moment and I'm sick of fucking up. I have fucked up with my father because of who I'm in love with and I don't want to fuck it up with my men now, too. I don't want them to think I'm a disastrous mess that isn't worth the effort.

"I'm sorry. I just-I just need a moment." I try to roll to go to the restroom, but Christian holds me steady.

"No, Sugar. You aren't running. We'll face this together. I have you. I'm here for you. Cry it out, baby. We'll figure this out. You've got both of us."

I feel the bed dip behind me and Elliot's arm wraps around my waist and pulls my lower half against him. He kisses my temple a few times. "We're here, Sugar. We've got you. Talk when you're ready."

It takes a few minutes to get myself together and after I blow my nose, I relax back between them on my back so they can curl into me.

"My father hates me right now. He told me to get out. He let me keep my housekeys and car, so I think he just needs to cool off, but I know when I talk to him next time I have to be completely honest with him and tell him about you, too, Christian. It's only fair. I know he'll never want me back there again after. Monday I'll start looking for an apartment."

"You're welcome here, Sugar." Elliot kisses my shoulder.

"Agreed. You have no need to find an apartment. You can live with either one of us... or both of us. Quit that crazy coffee job and concentrate on your publishing career."

"Christian." I roll my eyes. "I'm not going to depend on either of you in that way."

"That's bullshit. You're thinking too much on the financial part of it. We want to be with you... and not with your eyes closed. You're too damn tired to even keep up a conversation with us in the evening."

"I'll think about it." Maybe I can see if I can cut back my hours at the coffee shop or something. I know I haven't been able to give them the energy and attention I want to with getting up so early every day. Keeping up with two of them is enough.