Page 29 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“Sometimes it’s just a night,” he says carefully, his gaze intense. “Sometimes we find someone who wants more than that. Someone who fits.”

My pulse jumps in my throat. “And those times … ?”

“Have been fleeting.” He lets that sink in before continuing. “We’re looking for something more … substantial.”

“What does that mean?” My voice barely carries above a whisper.

He reaches out slowly, giving me time to pull away, and brushes a strand of hair from my face. “You already know what that means. You’re too smart not to have figured it out.”

His directness takes my breath away.

“We want you, sweetheart, and we don’t plan on letting you go.” Gabe’s words come out deeper and rougher than expected, but the message rings clear. He shifts closer, escalating the sexual tension between the three of us.

“I—I’ve read about … certain lifestyle choices.” My cheeks heat as I trail off.

“What kind of lifestyle choices?” Hank’s voice is steady but deceptively soft. I shift my weight, my gaze darting between him and Gabe, trying to gauge their reactions.

“Just … you know … ” My teeth catch my bottom lip as I look away.

“No,” Hank says firmly. “I don’t know. Tell me what you mean, luv.”

I fidget with the hem of my shirt, still avoiding eye contact. He catches my chin, tilting my face until I have no choice but to meet his stern gaze. A small gasp escapes my lips at the commanding gesture.

“When I ask you a question,” he says quietly, “I expect an answer.”

My pulse races under his fingers. “It’s just … the two of you seem a bit … ”

“A bit what?” He tightens his grip slightly when I try to look away again.

“Dominant.” The word comes out barely above a whisper, filling the space between us, but it also excites me.

“We can be whatever you need us to be,” he tells me gently. “But yes, we have certain …preferencesin how we conduct our relationships.”

“Together?” My eyes dart between them.

“Yes, but in different ways.” They share a look. “We each have our unique style of control.”

“How so?” My voice trembles slightly, curiosity and excitement mixing into a heady, intoxicating mix.

Gabe steps closer, his presence a dark heat at my back.A slow, deliberate encroachment.

“Hank likes to be in charge,” he murmurs, his voice rich and smooth, like smoke curling around my senses. “He controls. Commands.” A smirk tugs at his lips, but the weight beneath his words is unmistakable. “And as you’ve already experienced, he demands answers when he asks questions.”

I swallow hard, my pulse skipping.

His voice dips lower, brushing against my skin like a secret. “I prefer the rawer side of things.”

A shiver rolls down my spine. Rawer? My fingers twitch at my sides, anticipation coiling lowin my stomach.

“What does that mean?”

Gabe’s gaze darkens, his hand lifting, cupping the side of my face. His thumb skims along my cheekbone, featherlight, a contradiction to the intensity radiating from him.

“I like sex unfiltered. Unapologetic. And…” His lips hover near my ear, and he breathes a teasing caress. “Other things.”

I exhale sharply, heat licking up my spine.Other things.

Curiosity pushes the question from my lips before I can stop it. “Whatotherthings?”

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