Freed: Fifty Shades Freed as told by Christian novel Chapter 39

“She is.” Ana looks ahead at the horizon. “We are floating on air,” she says, her voice soft and dreamy.

“That we are, baby…that we are.”

We touch down an hour later, a landing that’s as smooth as the takeoff. I’m thrilled with the new plane. She’s everything I knew she would be and more. I’d really like to take her up one day to see how far she’ll take us. Perhaps later this summer.

Darius rushes toward us as I unlock the canopy.

“How was it?” he gushes when he reaches us.

“Amazing. She’s one helluva plane.” Adrenaline is still coursing through my body.

“Ana?” Darius turns his attention to her.

“I agree with Christian. She’s amazing.”

I undo my straps, clamber out, and stretch. Then lean in to unbuckle Ana’s straps.

“This has been inspiring,” I whisper, and give her a swift kiss as I make short work of the seat belt.

Her lips part in surprise but I turn to Darius who is still with us. “Let’s put her in the hangar.”

I’m behind Ana as we walk back to the cars with Sawyer and Reynolds. Her ponytail swings jauntily behind her. She’s still wearing the cap, and beneath the short navy baseball jacket her ass is shielded in tight blue jeans. Her hips sway back and forth, a metronome as she walks, and the rhythm is hypnotizing. She looks so damned hot. I stride around to her side of the car and open the door. “You look great. I don’t think I told you that this morning.”

“I think you did,” she answers with a sweet smile.

“Well, I’d like to tell you again.”

“Back at you, Christian Grey.” She runs her fingers over my white T-shirt, and the feeling echoes through my chest and the rest of my body.

I need to get her home.

But first. Lunch. A late lunch. I close her door and head to the driver’s side.

We stop in Ephrata for pizza.

“Do you mind if we get takeout?” I ask as we enter the small restaurant.

“Eat in your car?”

“Yes.”

“Your immaculate R8?”

“The very same.”

“Sure.” Ana looks puzzled.

“I’m anxious to get home.”

“Why?”

I stare at her, quirking an eyebrow with only one thought in my mind. Why do you think, Ana?

“Oh,” she says, and her teeth drill into her lower lip to suppress her smile, her cheeks flushing that shade of pink I love so much. “Okay. Yes. Takeout,” she blurts, and I have to laugh.

“This is the best damn pizza,” Ana says with her mouth full. I’m glad I doubled down on paper napkins.

“More?” I ask. And she holds the slice up for me to bite. As I open my mouth, she moves it away and takes another bite.

“Hey!”

She giggles. “My pizza!”

I pout. Because I’m driving and there’s nothing else I can do.

“Here,” she says, and this time lets me take a bite.

“You know I’ll get you back.”

“Uh-huh?” she taunts. “Bring it, Grey.”

“Oh, I will. I will…” And I start to contemplate various scenarios, which have an immediate impact on my body. I shift in my seat. “More pizza, please.”

Ana continues to feed me. And tease me. Much to her and my delight.

We should do this more often.

“All done,” Ana says, and pops the pizza box in her footwell.

I feel sated. I’m with my girl, in my favorite car, Radiohead on play, and we’re speeding through the majestic landscape beside the Columbia River toward the Vantage bridge. I’m overwhelmed by a sense of belonging.

Before Ana, how did I spend my weekends?

Soaring, Sailing, Fucking…