Page 203 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

The air leaves my lungs.

Malia mutters something about needing to flee the scene, but I barely hear her over the roaring in my ears.

Gabe steps back, his hand dropping away from me like he’s already decided my fate, and it’s just a matter of when.

He glances at Malia, unbothered. “Walt wanted me to grab a coffee before he finishes up in the training bay.”

“On it.” Malia blinks, looking like she’s desperately trying to switch gears.

When she hands Gabe the coffee, he chuckles—low, knowing. His gaze flicks to me once more before he turns.

“See you tonight, sweetheart.”

The way he says it makes my entire body flush hot.

He walks away, whistling.

The silence he leaves in his wake is almost suffocating.

I exhale shakily, dragging a hand through my hair, pretending my legs aren’t shaking.

“You. Are. So. Lucky.” Malia lets out a strangled sound, clutching the counter.

Sophia fans herself with a napkin. “I swear to God, if Blake ever spoke to me like that, I’d be in a coma.”

Mia stares at the door, looking dazed. “I don’t think Rigel knows how to talk like that.”

Rebel smirks. “At least Ally won’t have to wonder about tonight’s plans.”

Sophia hums, tapping a finger against her lips. “We could all take bets on what kind of punishment he’s got planned.”

I groan but can’t stop the grin spreading across my lips.

Mia cocks her head, eyes narrowing. “I’d put money on some kind of sensory deprivation.”

“Nah, I’m thinking orgasm denial. He looked way too smug for anything soft.” Sophia shakes her head.

“Why not both?” Rebel leans against the counter, grinning.

“Oh my God, stop.” Malia covers her face.

I snort, punching in a drink order with unnecessary flair. “Please. Hank and Gabe don’t believe in orgasm denial.” I glance over my shoulder, lips curving into a knowing smirk. “If anything, they believe in the opposite.”

Sophia raises a brow. “Meaning?”

I flash her a slow, wicked grin. “Double the men, double the orgasms.” I click my tongue. “Though, realistically, it’s usually a lot more.”

“Damn.” Rebel whistles low.

“That sounds… excessive.” Mia shakes her head, eyes wide. “

I laugh. “Oh, it is. But according to Gabe—” my voice dips, recalling the words he murmured against my skin, the dark promise laced in every syllable, “if I take an ounce of his pain, he’ll give me a pound of pleasure.”

A beat of silence.

Then—Sophia fans herself with a napkin. “Okay, that might be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Rebel looks mildly impressed. “That’s almost poetic.”

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