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“I know,” I sigh. “I wish we could do more.”

Walking over to me, he tugs me into his arms. Gael is shirtless, and I inhale his scent. God, I love this man so much.

“You’re already doing it by being you, baby. Let’s get ready for bed. Isa has the key to come in, and should be back soon,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead.

Nodding, I walk through the house with him, locking up, but making sure the lights are still burning for her.

My heart settles finally when she’s home, and she’s in bed with us. I don’t know when she became as necessary as my next breath, but as I breathe in her light, citrus scent and kiss her shoulder, snuggling into her, I know I’ll do anything to keep her in my life.

ISABELA

Gael doesn’t do anything in half measures, I’m finding. Shivering as he clicks the button on the remote at dinner, I gasp as a wave of pleasure rides over me. I’ve never worn a panty vibrator before. I have no idea how Aria survived that night at Club Lust.

“Breathe, Isa,” Aria whispers in my ear. Whimpering, she buries her face in my shoulder as she shudders. “Fuck me.”

While I’m wearing a panty vibrator, Gael handed her a vibrating anal plug before we left tonight. Apparently, while she’s worn plugs before, she’s never used a remote control one that vibrates.

I will never see tacos without thinking about this again. The food is delicious, but as we’re wrapping up dinner, Gael is turning up his teasing.

“You two are fucking beautiful together,” he coos as he pays for our meal.

“God, you’re evil, but it feels so good,” I gasp.

“I’ll make you feel better soon,” he promises. “We’re going to a club after this.”

“Shouldn’t we be going home so I can ride your cock?” I ask boldly, squeezing Aria’s hand as he hits another button on the toy. The toy in my thong is held there by a magnetic strip, my clit slowly being tortured as Gael tests the settings on it.

His idea of being romantic is new toys for his girls and a night out. I can’t say that I disagree with this. He planned out everything for us.

“You’re going to ride my cock at the club, Little One,” he grunts. “Aria is going to eat your pussy on her knees while I stuff your pussy full. Then, I’m going to plug it, holding in all of my cum while we finish out the night with some dancing.”

Holy fuck.

“Gael never does anything by half measures,” Aria murmurs as she struggles to catch her breath. “Ready to go?

The toy goes mercifully quiet, no longer vibrating against my clit. Breathing while I can, I nod. Gael looks incredibly relaxed and innocent as he stands and holds out his hands to help us stand.

My legs feel like jello, so I’m happy for the assistance.

“I have my extravagant moments,” he says with a shrug as we walk out of the restaurant. The food here was delicious, and it was a really great choice.

“Are you extra?” I ask, teasing him. Gael chuckles sheepishly.

“I guess I am. I like spoiling my girls,” he admits.

His girl. My heart squeezes as I hear those words. It’s still hard to believe that he’s serious about claiming me. I thought they’d get bored of me, or that this wouldn’t have the ability to last. I’m still concerned about it, but I’ve fit seamlessly into this life with them.

It should be harder to coexist with two other people, right?

“What are you thinking about?” Aria asks, her lips pressed against my ear. God, she’s sexiness personified in a black romper that’s so low cut, one wrong move would have her tits spilling out of it.

“A lot of things,” I murmur honestly as I walk to the car. “I really like it when Gael calls us ‘his’.”

“Get used to it,” he rumbles, his warm hand on the base of my back. “I’m attached, and I take very good care of what’s mine, baby.”

Biting my lip to hide my smile, I have to say I really like this. I’ve been lonely and afraid for so long, having love in my life didn’t seem like a possibility.

“It may take me time to get used to,” I admit. “Sometimes you both seem too good to be true.”

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