Page 68 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

His smirk is gone now, replaced by something unreadable—something about to be unleashed. He tilts his head slightly, watching me like he’s figuring me out, his eyes dipping over my body, not in appreciation, but calculation.

“But I am… willing, that is.”

His voice drops, rougher. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

I swallow.

He doesn’t blink, doesn’t smirk, doesn’t tease. “You want to play, sweetheart?” A pause, like he’s letting the weight of the moment settle. “We’ll play, but know what game you’re stepping into before you leap into the unknown.”

The air in the kitchen shifts, the teasing warmth giving way to something deeper, something that coils between us, waiting to snap.

Then, just as smoothly as he unraveled me, he leans back, picking up his coffee like the last few seconds didn’t just wreck me from the inside out.

Hank smirks, flipping the last strip of bacon onto my plate. “Eat up, luv. You’re going to need to keep your strength up.”

I shake my head, taking another bite, before pointing my fork at them. “Before more sex, let’s get into a few other things first.”

Hank lifts a brow. Gabe grins.

I lean back, folding my arms. “You two have had me in every way possible, so I think it’s only fair that I get to know a little more about the men I’m sleeping with.”

Gabe chuckles, setting his coffee down. “Oh, sweetheart.” His grin turns downright wicked. “We haven’t touched all the ways we’re going to have you.”

I freeze, my fork hovering halfway to my mouth.

Hank hums in agreement, utterly unbothered. “We’ve been easy on you.” He sips his coffee, glancing atme over the rim.

Heat flares in my face. My brain stutters and words fail me.

Gabe leans back, watching me with open amusement. “She looks a little flustered, doesn’t she?”

Hank nods, entirely too smug. “You think she was prepared for that one?”

I snap my mouth shut, refusing to give them the satisfaction. Instead, I exhale slowly, gathering my composure.

I lift my chin, arching a brow. “You may think you’re going slow, but let’s be clear—” I set my fork down deliberately, my gaze locked on theirs. “I’m ready and willing to be educated in all things Hank and Gabe.”

Gabe’s grin widens, slow and dangerous, his blue eyes darkening with interest.

Hank chuckles low, shaking his head. “Careful, luv. That sounds like a challenge.”

Heat licks down my spine at how they look at me—like they’re considering how best to take me up on that offer. The air between us crackles, slow and charged, and for a second, I think they might abandon breakfast altogether.

But I inhale, pushing forward before they can turn the tables again.

“I’d like to know a little more about the two of you.” I don’t miss the way they exchange glances or how the air in the room shifts like I’ve challenged them without meaning to.

I swallow. Then, smoothly, I steer the conversation.

I cross my arms, pinning them with a look. “Seriously. I know next to nothing about you two except for the fact that you’re ridiculously hot, exquisitely dominant, outstanding in bed, and dismiss my security detail without asking.”

Gabe’s lips quirk. “What do you want to know?”

I tap my chin. “I’ll settle for the basics. Siblings? Parents? Hopes and dreams? Let’s start there.”

“Jesus, woman. You don’t ease into things, do you?” Hank plates eggs for Gabe, then cracks more into the pan for himself.

I grin around my coffee cup. “A tech billionaire raised me. Interrogation is practically a love language in my family.”

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