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          MY FIRST DAY at Greyson Design's was just like I remembered from working there with Mrs Greyson. As soon as my feet stepped off the elevator for the top floor of the building it was non stop meetings and phone calls, but as I remember from working there in the past, today was a typical Monday anyway. Always busy.
   Finally home, laying on the sofa in the den, in my comfy leggings and one of Nate's black t-shirts he placed on my bed while I showered, the feeling of relaxation is definitely welcomed after a busy day at the office. My hair is pulled into a high ponytail, the first thing I did when I walked in the door because I had it down all day, leaving little ringlets of curls round my face when I lean forward to read the book in my hands - a classic tale I haven't read in a while.

"Jane Eyre huh?"

My eyes lift up from the page in front of me, disturbing the first meeting between Jane and Mr Rochester. I've read this book so many times, got lost in the world of Charlotte Bronte more than once in my life, but I haven't read it in a few years. Being back home and in the Greyson household, around all these books I use to read from Nico's collection made me want to read them all over again. Starting with one of my favourites.

"You know I'm a sucker for Mr Rochester."

"Indeed," he smiles, "here princess," Nico's soft voice says as he towers over me. He has changed into a pair of black sweatpants and a tank top, his gym bag in one hand then a small green bottle in the other. "Get Nate to put this on you later."

"What is it?" I say, placing the book down, sitting up and shifting in my seat. I wince quietly, shutting my eyes briefly from the discomfort I'm feeling.

Nico smirks at me, those bright blue orbs penetrating my soul with knowledge - a mental picture of me bent over his desk, panties discarded and my pencil skirt bunched up around my hips. "You told me not to hold back," he chuckles and he's right, I did tell him that. Nico said he had been holding back on me, that I wasn't ready to see his dominant side yet, but when he told me I had ten spanks waiting for me in his office after his meeting I took notes for, I told him I didn't want him to hold back anymore. I want to see him, the real him, the man that has a secret room I know nothing about. The room that has peaked my curiosity since it was mentioned. The room where Nico becomes a man I only ever think of and desperately want to see. "Don't be a little tease in the future and you won't get spanked," he chuckles, referring to the little show I did for him this morning.

"Maybe I enjoy it," I mumble, hoping he doesn't hear me, but secretly I hope he does at the same time. Looking him in the eye with my own smirk showing, my fingers grabbing the bottle in his hand and our fingers brush against each other, tingles of goosebumps pop on my arm. Why does this man always have this effect on me?

His stare is dark, lustful and the heat that washes over me from just his stare sends tingles down my spine, but he doesn't say a thing, he just stares right back at me, eyes penetrating my soul. "Nat will put this on you, it's the same one I used in the office earlier," he says, finally breaking the silence, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"Okay."

Leaning forward he kisses me on the lips, sparks of excitement erupt in my stomach, but he pulls back, his breath tickling my mouth as he whispers, "I'll see you in the morning princess."

"Where you going?" I ask, my hand hooking round his neck in a plea, silently begging him not to go. Not that I mind him being here either way, I'm planning on spending my evening reading, but I remember all those times we use to read together, silently in a room, just us not talking, reading what ever book we picked up that day.

"If I want you alone and all to myself on Wednesday, I have to let Nat have you to himself alone tonight."

"Let him?"

"Yes... let him," he chuckles, almost like he can't believe he's letting his younger brother dictate what he can and can't do. "If it was up to me, I'd be cuddled up to you right now, reading Jane Eyre over your shoulder with you, but I promised to leave you guys alone so we can be alone."

"Our girl will be here when you get back Nic, I'm not stealing her forever... just for the night," Nate says, walking over to us and pulling Nico out of my reach.

Nico shuffles back, winking at me and giving me his best devilish grin as Nate flops on the sofa next to me, his arm snaking around my neck and pulling me in close to him. Nico's eyes never leave mine as he walks back to the bottom of the stairs, "night princess."

I smile back at him as he disappears up the stairs, while the warmth of Nate's arm around my shoulders cradles me as he leans in to kiss my temple tenderly. Looking up into his stormy eyes, the butterflies jump around my stomach, his eyes pulling me into his want for me, "so, what's the plan?"

His heart stopping smile melts me as his luscious lips quirk up, his dimples on full display; I swear if this man was in court and put on trail for murder, his smile alone would get him off the hook. "If I asked you to pose for me, would you?" He whispers, as his eyes ping pong to my own green, lustful orbs and my lips that are practically begging to be taken.

"Pose?"

"I want to draw you, will you pose for me?"

"You going to draw me like one of your french girls?" I tease, remembering those lines in Titanic that Rose says to Jack.

He chuckles, that deep sort of chuckle that vibrates throughout the room from deep within his chest and my body shivers from the noise, a all to familiar reaction when he does. "You going pose for me naked?" He quips, his brows raised in a reading manner.

"No, I was playing," I laugh.

"Ahhhh but I'm certainly not apposed to the idea of drawing you naked," he licks his lips, eyes raking over my body hungrily.

"No."

"Please?"

"No," I say sternly, but a small smile creeps into my lips.

"You're no fun," he chuckles again and he slides off the sofa, intertwining our fingers together as he tugs me up to stand with him. "The light down here won't work, but there is better lighting in the tv room," he says pulling me along the room and up the stairs to the next floor up.

Walking into the tv room I see Nate has already placed his pencils and sketch pad on the coffee table, when I raise my brows at him in a questioning look he just shrugs his shoulders with a smirk, pointing to the chaise lounge sofa by the window. The sofa itself is black, different from the grey corner sofa in here, but where the main sofa has black cushions, the lounge sofa has grey cushions, matching everything together.

"How do you want me?" I question looking at him, pulling a chair to sit in front of me. His gaze meets mine, mischievously smirking at me until I realise what I just said. "To pose Nate, how do you want me to pose," I can't help but roll my eyes.

He stops, placing the chair down and steps up to me, his body heat engulfing me as places one hand on my hip, the other cups my cheek, tilting my head back to look up at him. We're toe to toe, his breath fanning my face as his eyes ping pong with my own, "you want the honest truth?" He asks me, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles, his grey eyes as dark as a storm over the ocean with lust and my insides tingle as I stare back at him. "I want you naked... sunken beneath me while I cage you in with my body. I want to pleasure you into contentment and then I'd do it again... only this time I'd want to taste you, just so I can hear my name pass these beautiful lips," he kisses my lips softly, grabbing both my cheeks this time with his large hands and I have to hold myself up by his arms just to steady myself. "Then I want to bury myself deep inside you till you scream out in euphoria, feeling you tighten around my cock as you do," he whispers and I gulp audibly, images of us joined together, "and I'll do it again," a kiss, "and again," another kiss, "and again... all night long till you can't walk."

"Thought you wan-wanted to draw me?" I say in a shaky whisper.

"I do and I am," he smirks with a wink and I wrap my hands around his neck, tingles shooting around my body just from his own pressed against mine. "But you wanted to know how I want you, I'll only ever tell you truth Ryan," he smiles with a wink.

"Nate, I know we've done things but," I say and I feel the nerves bubble up in my stomach wondering if I'm ready.

Ready to make that next step intimately with both of them, ready to completely give myself to both of them, ready to let myself go with both of them. To answer my questions honestly... I don't know the answer right now. I'm in that stage of limbo where I think I'm ready, but at the same time I don't think I'm ready to take that next step. As much fun as I am having, doing the all things we are doing without having sex, I just don't want that to happen right now... well not yet anyway.

"It's okay beautiful, we know your not ready for that yet," he whispers and I blush, thinking about the times I have thought about sex between us. I look down to take myself away from his eyes, those storm cloud eyes that make my insides heat up. Only he doesn't allow me to, bringing my focus back to him. "I just want you to remember that whenever you are ready, you let us know."

"Do you guys want to?"

"You have no idea how badly we do, but it's not about us and what we want, it's about you and what you want. When you want. Whenever your ready, even if it's years away."

"Years? You'd two would seriously wait years," I chuckle lightly.

"Maybe not years, but you wouldn't leave us waiting that long would you?" He says, trailing his hands down my body, pulling my waist closer to him if that is even possible. My insides jump and I smile up at him, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. I can feel him growing in his sweatpants, a glint in his eyes as he steps forward, forcing me to move back towards the lounge chair behind me. "Urgh, your gonna be the death of me woman," he groans, his teeth trapping his bottom lip when he pushes at my hips lightly and I fall back on to the chair behind me. His eyes never leave mine as his fingers lift up, pulling at my hair tie, letting my chocolate brown hair fall to my shoulders, "I prefer your hair down."

"Now you sound just as controlling as Nico," I mutter under my breath, but he hears every word.

"I'm not as dominate as my brother, but I do have preferences beautiful and your hair being down is one of them. You always look beautiful, but exceptionally breath taking with your hair down," he winks.

He rakes his fingers through my hair, brushing it out slightly and instructs me how he wants me to sit. By simply saying, "sit comfortably" he then moves and manipulate's my arms and legs to how he wants me to sit. Lifting my legs off the ground he places them gently on the chair, encouraging me to lay sideways, my knees bent slightly at the knee. The pillow tucked under my arm is positioned higher to allow me to sit with my head resting on my right hand while the other sits, laying loosely on the pillow.
Nate nods his approval, grabbing his sketch pad off the table behind him and his palette of pencils. Nate has never asked me to sit for him so me could draw me before and I somehow feel nervous about how he'll see me. I've seen him sitting out in the front garden sketching the world around him, even on the dock behind our houses and once I caught him at the park, sketching people as they passed.

"Don't move beautiful."

"Can I at least ask you something while you're drawing me?"

"Yes," he smiles.

"Why have you never drawn me before now?"

"I have," he says confidently as I watch his hand move across the paper in front of him. He looks up, studying my body, until his eyes meet mine, my confuse orbs, racking my brain, trying to think when he has drawn me before.

"Has he? I honestly can't think of when that even happened," I think.

"When?'

"While you away... I drew you from memory and couldn't get you out of my head, especially your eyes," he says, his own eyes stare back with slight twinkle. "I could never forget your amazing eyes of forest green out of my head," he smiles and I can't help but look down, my head tipping forward in embarrassment. No matter how many compliments I get from Nate and Nico, I still can't use to how much they speak about my body. "Don't move Ryan or I'll need to start again," he smiles.

"Sorry," I smile, moving back to how he placed me.

Ten minutes of silence and the only sounds of Nate's pencil, as line after line gets placed on the paper in front of him, the sound of his skin brushing the page as he erases mistakes and my breathing as I watch this god of a man creatively concentrate. Nate has always been passionate about drawing, even created comic books as a kid which I know for a fact he has hidden somewhere in a treasure trove of personal things from his childhood. Most of the pictures I remember Mrs Greyson had around the house always had Nate with a pencil tucked behind his ear and a notepad under his arm. I've seen loads of drawings and paintings his has done over the years, there's even a few hanging up around this house, not to mention the ones that are missing and probably hanging up in their mother's new home. But there's also a few at the office. Some I know his mother requested herself, or others she liked too much to not have them hung proud somewhere.
I'm mesmerised how he looks while doing something he loves, but memories of my conversation with Tori Saturday, featuring Nate and Nico, plus the 'L' word fills my head. I haven't had the chance to speak to either of them about it yet and I know I want to, I really want to. With mum and dad going back home to England for mum to be with her father, plus me temporarily living here with the boys, things have definitely got in the way. Before I know it, my mouth opens to ask him, to finally find out the truth.

"Tori said you both confessed to her and Noah that you love me," Nate stops, his hand still on the page like a statue. He's unmoving, just like I am, but only one of us is posing for the artist in the room. I bite my lip, hoping he'll answer my next question, waiting on the tip of my tongue, but by his reaction, I doubt I'll get the answers I want. "Is that true?" I ask, just above a whisper.

When he looks up, there's bewilderment, almost like he's shocked I even know this information, let alone would ever ask. I see his Adam's apple bob, the nervous look on his face almost looks like he's terrified of the words I've just spoken, almost like he's terrified of me. There's no hiding how Nate and Nico feel about me, even their mum and Noah say they see all of us as family, but when Tori said the word love, I wasn't expecting that. Not now that we are all in a relationship so new. They said they wanted more, that they've always wanted more, but it still shocks me that their love for me had them in bits when I left them behind for college.

"When did she tell you that?" He questions, clearing his throat.

"The other day, while we were out," I say, the look of nerves clearly not hidden on my face. I shallow thickly, trying not to fidget as much I was would like, "she said you and Nico got drunk after I left one night and you told them. Is it true?" I ask again. What's been baffling me the most is if they truly feel that way about me, why not tell me?

Why not tell me you love me?

Minutes pass and his grey eyes bore into my green orbs. I beg for his parted lips to just answer my question because right now I really want to know. Not because I want to know they care about me, but I just need to hear them say it. "It is," he finally says.

"Why haven't you said it to me?" Curiosity getting the better of me, "you and Nico haven't told me you do."

He leans forward, the sketch pad in his hands sliding forward while he does and rests on his arms on his knees. The intensity in his eyes are magical, two grey orbs of purity. Pure adoration. Pure lust. Pure passion. Pure love. But he hasn't yet told me, neither of them have. "Because when I say it, I want to be sure you feel it too."

"Oh," is all I manage to say, looking down at the pillow tucked under my body and arm, not really sure what my reaction should be.

"Beautiful," Nate whispers softly in front of me and his fingers reaching under my chin to lift my gaze up. I didn't even hear him move towards me, but there he is, eyes full of all those emotions you want from the person you're in a relationship with, a smile that would make any sane person swoon and the gentlest touch I've ever felt. He doesn't need to say those three little words which are equally the biggest words in anyone's vocabulary, because I can see it. Now that I know this man in front of me does love me, I guess I've always secretly known. "Don't move, okay?" He says again, running his thumb over my lip and down my throat until he tugs at the neck of his t-shirt I'm wearing.

"Okay," I whisper back before he places a soft kiss to my lips. I watch as Nate shuffles back over to the chair in front of me, the pad once again placed his arms as he studies the page in front of him and looking back at me. I've clearly not being keeping still enough and now he's trying to fix that problem with what he's already drawn.

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          AN HOUR AND a half later Nate's movements slow on the page, he's gone from drawing with his pencil to now making smudges with his finger and I can only guess he's shading in the dark areas around me. He stops and lifts up the white pencil in his hand, highlighting what he can before a coloured pencil is picked up from his tin of drawing materials, this one green. After waiting patiently and still for him for the last hour, only a few words exchanged between us, my body is starting to get stiff, slowly losing the feeling of my leg tucked under the other.

"Please tell me your almost done, I can't feel my leg anymore," I whine, thanking the heavens that Nico is not here because I know full well if he heard me, I'd be draped across his legs, taking a spanking from him with my rudeness. But I'd probably like him to do that anyway.

"I'm done beautiful," he smiles, holding the pad in front of him, but facing away from me so I can't see.

I stand up on wobbly legs, stretching my tired limbs out to relieve the ache around my body. As much as I would love to sit still while Nate draws or paints me again, we will have to come to some sort of arrangement where I can move around so I won't get so stiff. Walking towards him, I stand behind him, my hands on his shoulders while I look down at the artwork I've just watched him do for over an hour.
The page in front of me almost looks like a photograph, he's captured me perfectly, even the barely there beauty mark on the side of my lower lip. The picture is black and white, shading and highlights of the white pencil surround me and I smile down at his creatively, the only pop of colour is the green of my eyes, the bright green "jewels" they call them. The picture is beautiful.

"Is this how he sees me? Through his eyes?" I think.

"What do you think?" He asks carefully, his neck twisting round to look up at me.

"You only coloured in my eyes," I whisper with a smile as his hand lifts up and holds on to my hands on his shoulder.

"It's my favourite thing about you, I only want to draw you in black and white so I can match my favourite colour to your eyes."

"Your favourite colour is blue Nate."

"Your green jewels are slowly becoming my kryptonite babe," he says as he places the pad on the floor, moving my body round him and settling me on his lap.

"Babe?" I say, raising a brow.

"Thought I'd test it out and see how it sounded," he smiles devilishly.

Both of my hands snake round his neck, while one of his take hold of my hip. His other large palm covers the side of my neck, his fingers pulling me forward to capture my lips in a heated kiss, every nerve ending in my body springs to life with lust as his tongue slides against mine and I can't help but smile into his kiss. He may not tell me with his words how he feels, but I can always tell by his eyes and now... I can tell by the way he kisses me how much he loves me.

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Finally... an update!
I'm so sorry it took me so long but to all those who follow me I have a rule,
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to look after myself.

I'm in a good place right now and I just hope my funk don't come back.

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