Page 54 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

I narrow my eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it,” Gabe quips, his grin all sharp edges and knowing amusement.

I roll my eyes, but my lips betray me with a small smile, and I shake my head, a fond smile playing on my lips despite myself. “I do.”

Gabe’s hand finds the small of my back, warm through the thin fabric of Hank’s shirt.

Hank comes to stand on my other side. The two of them are like bookends, framing me in their presence, a comfortable, possessive weight.

“So,” Gabe says, his voice dropping, a husky murmur close to my ear. “About that reward…”

My breath hitches. The air in the kitchen thickens, charged with unspoken promises. I glance up at Hank; his eyes are already dark, pupils blown wide and fixed on me. A slow burn starts low in my stomach, spreading outwards.

“What did you have in mind?” I ask, my voice a little breathy, a little daring.

Gabe’s fingers tighten slightly on my back, pulling me closer. “Well, we did retrieve something very precious to you.” He lets the implication hang in the air, heavy with double meaning.

Hank steps closer, reaching out to thread his fingers through my hair. I tilt my head back just enough to expose the sensitive skin of my throat. “We were very good, luv, and deserve to be rewarded properly.” His voice is a low rumble against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I flick my gaze between them, heat pooling in my core. “And what would be aproperreward?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Gabe’s smirk widens. He leans down, his lips brushing my ear, sending a jolt of electricity through me. “For starters…” He nips at my lobe, then pulls back just enough to whisper, “You could take off that shirt.”

My breath catches. The casual command, theblatant hunger in his eyes, are intoxicating. I’m wearing Hank’s shirt, nothing else. The fabric is soft against my skin, a constant reminder of their presence, their claim. And the idea of shedding it now, here, for them…

Hank’s thumb traces the line of my jaw, his touch sending sparks dancing across my skin. “Unless you’re going to be difficult, luv?” There’s that edge again, the playful threat that thrills me.

“Difficult?” I repeat, my voice a husky whisper.

Gabe chuckles, a low sound that vibrates against my back. “Or maybe you’d rather we just took it off for you?”

The thought flashes through my mind, vivid and hot—their hands on me, stripping away the last barrier, exposing me to their gaze, their touch. My pulse quickens, anticipation tightening its grip.

“Maybe,” I breathe, tilting my head back further, offering myself to them.

Hank’s grin is predatory. He steps closer, his body heat enveloping me. His hand slides down from my neck, tracing the curve of my shoulder, then lower, down my arm, until his fingers brush against the hem of the shirt resting high on my thigh.

Gabe mirrors him on my other side, his hand moving from my back to my hip, his fingers splaying out, possessive and firm. He tugs gently, a silent question.

My breath hitches again, trapped between my lungs and my throat. The shirt feels suddenly too heavy and restricting. I want to feel their hands on my skin, their mouths, and their bodies pressed against mine.

I tremble as they reach for the hem of the shirt, lifting it slowly and deliberately, drawing it up my thighs past my hips, inch by tantalizing inch. Their gazes are fixed on me, burning with a hunger that mirrors my rising desire.

As the shirt clears my breasts, my breathing turns shallow. My nipples are already tight, aching for their touch. I meet Hank’s eyes, then Gabe’s, and in their mirrored intensity, I see the reflection of my own need, raw and undeniable.

With a final, slow exhale, they pull the shirt over my head, letting it drop to the floor at my feet.

The kitchen air suddenly feels cooler on my bare skin, but theirgazes are like physical heat, warming and consuming me. They step closer, closing the small space between us, their bodies pressing against mine.

Gabe’s hands cup my breasts, his thumbs teasing over my nipples, sending sharp jolts of pleasure through me. Hank’s hands slide around my waist, pulling me tighter against him, his hardness pressing against my lower back.

“Beautiful,” Hank murmurs, his voice thick with desire. He lowers his head, his lips finding the sensitive skin of my neck, his teeth nipping, sucking, sending shivers of delight down my spine.

Gabe’s mouth finds mine, his kiss urgent, demanding, tasting of coffee and something else, something wild and untamed that sets my blood on fire. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine, a hungry dance that leaves me breathless and wanting more.

Their hands are everywhere, exploring, claiming, igniting every nerve ending. Hank’s mouth trails down my neck, across my collarbone, to my breast, where he takes a nipple into his mouth, suckling hard, drawing a moan from deep within me. Gabe’s hand slides down my stomach, his fingers finding the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.

I gasp, arching into his touch, my body singing with need. Their combined attention is overwhelming, exhilarating, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

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