Page 43 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“Something else,” I whisper, barely able to form the words.

His dark eyes gleam. “Good.”

The first real touch is devastating. His fingers slide lower, just enough to tease between my folds, to test, and a soft whimper escapes me before I can stop it.

Hank groans behind me, his grip flexing. “That sound,” he mutters, voice like gravel. “Fuuuuuuck.”

Gabe chuckles, but there’s heat beneath it, a raw hunger. “She’s already so responsive. We’re going to have fun with her.” He presses a single teasing finger between my folds, not pushing inside, just barely there, just enough to make me gasp, make me need.

I whimper again, my head tipping back against Hank’s chest, every muscle in mybody going taut.

Hank’s lips brush the shell of my ear. “Let go, luv.”

I whimper again, the sound breaking into a moan as Gabe strokes exactly where I need him. My legs tremble, but Hank is there, steady, unyielding, his arm banding around my waist as he holds me upright, holds me in place as they devour me.

“You take direction well,” Gabe murmurs, his smirk pressing against my skin as he kisses the soft dip between my ribs. “I like that.”

“She likes it too.” Hank’s voice is pure satisfaction, fingers tightening at my throat, not constricting, just owning. “Don’t you, Ally?”

“Yes.” The word slips out in a breathless moan, my body tightening.

Gabe groans, his lips grazing lower, his breath hot against my stomach. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

Hank chuckles, low and dark. “That’s ours.”

Gabe’s fingers stroke harder, knowing, relentless, and Hank’s grip at my throat holds me steady, holds me together, as pleasure crashes over me in waves. I shatter with a cry escaping my lips, my body shaking as an orgasm rips through me, electric and raw.

Gabe’s mouth curves against my hip. “That’s one.”

My breath stutters.

Hank’s grip tightens.

And I realize?—

They’re just getting started.

Gabe moves, his hands gripping my hips, firm and steady, grounding me in the moment. Before I can process what’s happening, he lifts me, placing me on the cool marble countertop with effortless strength. A gasp slips from my lips as the cold surface meets the fevered heat of my skin, but I don’t look away.

I can’t.

The hunger in his gaze pins me in place, a slow drag from my parted lips to my heaving chest, down to where my thighs spread around his muscled legs. My skin prickles with awareness, every inch of me attuned to the way he looks at me—not like I’m delicate, not like I’m fragile, but like I’m something he desires.Something he needs.

The air between us thickens. My breath comes in short, eagerbursts, my body already aching, already needing. But underneath it all is something deeper—the realization that this is happening.

With both of them.

Gabe takes a step back, his fingers already at his belt, his movements controlled, commanding—no hesitation, no doubt. The rasp of leather sliding free sends a thrill racing down my spine. His breath comes harder, his chest rising and falling as he flicks open the button of his pants and shoves them down.

He’s already hard, already ready, and my mouth goes dry at the sheer size of him, at the thick, pulsing heat he grips in his hand.

I suck in a breath, heat pooling deep, my thighs clenching instinctively.

Hank stands beside me, his presence a steady force, watching, controlling, but not yet touching. When my gaze flicks to him, I find no hesitation—only command.

“This is what you want?” His voice is deep, grounding, a tether pulling me from the freefall of sensation. “To feel Gabe fuck you.”

My throat is dry, my body thrumming, but I force the words out. “Yes.”

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