Page 41 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a quiet rasp, almost reverent. “Already trembling.”

Hank steps in on my other side, his presence a wall of heat, solid and grounding. “She’s sensitive.” His voice is rough, edged with something darker. His fingers trail down my arm, brushing the inside of my wrist, lingering. “Every nerve on high alert.”

I release a shaky breath as they close around me, warm bodies hemming me in, surrounding me.

Safe.

Gabe lifts the shirt higher, exposing the bare stretch of my stomach. His fingertips trail along the skin—teasing, exploring, learning every inch.

“No bra,” he murmurs, approving. “Good girl.”

My nipples harden at the praise, at the way his voice drops just enough to curl around me like smoke.

Hank moves behind me, his hands settling on my hips, grip firm but patient. “We go at your pace.” His breath is hot against my ear, the words a promise and a warning.

I nod, barely able to think past the slow ache building inside me.

“Words, Ally.” Hank’s voice is quiet, controlled, but there’s something possessive underneath that makes my thighs clench.

“Yes,” I manage, breathless. “I want this.”

Gabe chuckles, his lips hovering near my collarbone. “Want what, sweetheart?” His fingers continue their slow exploration, teasing along the waistband of my panties. “Be specific.”

My pulse pounds in my ears.

I want everything.

I want them.

“I want you to touch me. Fuck me. Both of you.” The words tumble out, barely a whisper.

Hank lets out a low growl of approval.

Gabe grins. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my panties, just enough to make me gasp.

Hank’s grip tightens on my hips. “You sure you’re ready for this?” His voice stays controlled, but tension coils beneath every word.

I swallow hard and force myself to meet Gabe’s gaze.

“Yes.”

Something shifts in the air—thicker, heavier.

Gabe’s smirk fades into something darker, something hungrier. “Then let’s give you exactly what you need.”

Hank’s lips graze my ear. “Andeverything you want.”

Then, in one slow, agonizing motion, Gabe pulls the shirt over my head.

My skin tingles as the cool air meets the heat of their attention.

Neither of them rush.

Neither of them look away.

Gabe’s knuckles skim along my ribs, his touch featherlight, teasing, testing.

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