Page 36 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

Gabe’s lips quirk up. “Beating his meat? Yeah.” His tone is matter-of-fact, not a hint of embarrassment. “And as soon as he returns, I’ll do the same.”

“Oh.” My eyes widen.

“Shocked?” Gabe asks, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“A little,” I admit, heat rising to my cheeks. “But shouldn’t I…”

“Hank made his decision. Tonight, we sleep. You don’t need to do anything.”

“But …”

“Don’t argue. Not when Hank’s said his piece.” Gabe’s voice is smooth, steady—firm without being unkind. His fingers trail lightly along my jawline, grounding me. “Just because we’re hard and aching doesn’t mean you must do something about it. There’s no obligation. Not now, not ever.”

“But it’s my fault that we’re not…”

“Fucking?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re going to fuck a lot, sweetheart. There’s no rush. Hank isn’t one to rush into things, not when he’s worried about you.” His gaze flickers, something unreadable in his dark eyes before his mouth tips into the barest hint of a smirk. “We’re perfectly capable of taking care of ourselves until we can both fuck you.”

“You’re very …”

“What?”

“Upfront about sex.” I bite my lip, unused to men who speak so bluntly about their desires. “Most guys I’ve known either made crude jokes or mumbled awkwardly when the topic came up.”

“I think you’ll find we’re not like most guys.”

“Yeah, I’m getting that sense.”

“You’d best get used to talking frankly about sex, sweetheart. It’s meant to be enjoyed, not hidden away.” The words are low and edged with meaning. “There’s no shame in admitting what you want. Expect Hank to ask a lot of questions.”

“Questions?”

“Yes, sweetheart.” His low, throaty chuckle shouldn’t be legal. I’m already wet, eager for more. “How can we please you if we don’t know what you like?”

“I just feel guilty, leaving both of you… hanging.”

“Don’t be.” His thumb brushes my chin, his touch reassuring. The way he looks at me—steady, patient, completely unashamed—sends a shiver down my spine. This isn’t a man who fakes control. It’s not an act, not somegame he’s playing.

It’s real.

“And you might as well get comfortable seeing us take matters into our own hands, especially Hank. He loves to watch—and be watched. When you’re ready, he’ll probably want you to watch him stroke himself while I’m fucking you. That’s just how we are. Nothing hidden, nothing held back.”

I swallow hard. “I’m not used to being so … open about it.”

“You will be,” he promises, voice low. “With us, everything’s on the table. Wants, needs, fantasies. No hiding.” The directness in his gaze makes my breath catch. “That’s the only way this works.”

Gabe shifts beside me, his arousal evident, but he makes no move to leave.

“Why aren’t you … ” I trail off, but my meaning is clear.

His expression softens. “We’re not leaving you alone after what happened on the deck.” His voice drops lower. “One of us stays with you at all times tonight. That’s the rule.”

I don’t remember Hank mentioning anything about that, but maybe it was in that silent communication they shared in their eyes.

“But you’re … ” My eyes flicker downward briefly.

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