Page 58 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“Thank you.” I hesitate, then add, “For understanding.”

Something like approval flickers in his eyes.

The front door opens. Hank and Gabe stand framed in the doorway, both alert, both watching with careful eyes. Checking that I’m okay.

Harrison nods once in their direction—a gesture of respect, one professional to another—before returning to the car.

I don’t wait for him to drive away. I’m already moving toward the door, toward the two men who’ve somehow become the center of my world.

“Welcome home, sweetheart.” Gabe reaches me first and wraps his arms around me like he’s been starving for the contact. His voice is rough and possessive.

Hank’s hand finds the nape of my neck, a firmpressure that sends shivers down my spine. “Right where you belong.” His eyes burn into mine, promising things I can only imagine.

They usher me inside, the door closing firmly behind us. The moment the door shuts, Gabe sweeps me off my feet and tosses me over his shoulder. The world turns upside down, laughter bubbling in my chest, mixed with a jolt of pure anticipation.

He carries me down the short hallway, Hank’s hand a possessive brand on my back, guiding and steadying me. The bedroom door swings shut behind Hank’s heel, the sound echoing softly in the sudden quiet.

Gabe lets me slide down his body until my feet touch the floor, but his hands remain clamped on my hips, holding me captive against him. Hank is already turning back the covers on the bed, his gaze raking over my body, a silent, hungry question in the depths of his eyes.

Before I can even breathe, Gabe’s mouth crashes onto mine, a deep, devouring kiss that steals my breath and sends a molten firestorm straight to my core. He tastes of dark roast and something intense and wonderfullyhim.

He breaks the kiss, but only to drag his lips down the sensitive skin of my neck, nipping and sucking, teeth scraping lightly, drawing a gasp from my throat.

Hank steps closer, his hands reaching for the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it upwards, his knuckles grazing my skin, sending electric jolts through me. The fabric is ripped away, and then my bra follows, the cool air raising goosebumps on my chest, instantly incinerated by the blazing heat of Gabe’s hands as he cups my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, teasing them into aching hard peaks.

My head falls back, offering myself completely, and he takes the offering, his mouth devouring mine again, hungry and demanding. Through the haze of the kiss, Hank’s fingers fumble at the button of my jeans, and then the zipper grinds down, the denim shoved low on my hips.

Cool air licks at my exposed skin, then the possessive warmth of Hank’s hands again, rougher now as he shoves the jeans and myunderwear down my legs until they pool at my ankles, leaving me naked and vulnerable before them.

“On the bed,” Hank orders, his voice rough with need.

I comply instantly, my body already responding to his command.

“Spread your legs,” Hank commands softly, his eyes burning into mine as he kneels before me, grabbing my hips and pulling me to the edge of the bed. He loops my legs over his shoulders, spreading me open, utterly exposed.

Gabe climbs onto the bed beside me, his hands roaming over my breasts, his mouth closing over one nipple, biting down just hard enough to sting, a sharp thrill shooting through me. Then his fingers tighten on my other nipple, pinching hard, a sharp cry escaping my lips, a mix of pleasure and pain that sends a jolt through me.

“Cry for us, sweetheart. Cry for what we’re going to give you.”

“Look at you,” Hank growls. “So wet and ready.” Then Hank’s mouth is on me, hot and wet and insistent, a devouring heat.

A gasp claws its way out of my throat as his tongue slides deep, lapping at my slick, wet slit. He sucks on me, greedy, like he has a right, his teeth scraping against my clit, sending fire surging through my veins. His tongue finds that hard little nub, flicking over it again and again, driving me wild.

“You’re gonna get it rough and deep, sweetheart.” Gabe breathes, his voice thick with lust. “You like Hank’s mouth on you, don’t you? Feel how he’s making you wet.”

Gabe watches, his eyes intense and possessive, as Hank continues to worship me with his mouth. “Come on, Ally. Come for us. Give us your pleasure. Let us feel you break apart.” His fingers pinch my nipples again, harder this time, and a whimper escapes me, pleasure and pain twisting together until I can’t tell the difference. It’s too much, overwhelming, exquisite.

The world shrinks to the sensations exploding through my body: Gabe’s fingers kneading my breasts, his wet kisses still raining down on my collarbone, and Hank’s mouth working its wicked magic, drawing a raw moan from the deepest part of me.

Pleasure builds and coils, tightening with eachthrust of Hank’s tongue, each rough brush of Gabe’s thumb. My hands clench on Gabe’s shoulders, my body arching violently towards the sensations, desperate for more, for all of them.

And they give it.

These dominant men push me closer and closer to the edge, a dizzying, consuming dance of touch, taste, and breath.

When the orgasm rips through me, it is explosive, shattering, a raw, primal wave of pure sensation that obliterates thought, stealing my breath and leaving me trembling, utterly undone.

Through the haze of lingering pleasure, Hank shifts, the hard press of his knee parting my legs wider. The slow, deliberate slide of him entering me, stretches me wide. He fills me completely, a thick, solid, possessive presence, and I gasp again, this time with a different kind of pleasure, a grounded, anchored sensation that roots me to this bed, to them.

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