Page 67 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

Hank’s nostrils flare, something dark flickering behind his eyes before his smirk sharpens. “Steal another piece, and you’ll find out.”

I tilt my head, letting my fingers hover just above the plate, eyes locked on his. “Why? What are you going to do?”

His voice drops, smooth and lethal. “Luv, you’re going to learn I’m not the one to fear when it comes to punishments.” A slow pause, letting it settle. “Although… if you want to keep pushing, go ahead. Gabe’s more than eager to bend you over his knee.”

A sharp, wicked thrill pulses low in my belly.

I swallow, pulse skipping, but I don’t reach for the bacon. Instead, I take a careful step back, hands raised in mock surrender. “Then I’ll be on my best behavior.”

Gabe sighs dramatically into his coffee, shaking his head. “Bummer. I was looking forward to it.”

I choke on air.

Hank laughs, shaking his head as he turns back to the stove.

Gabe sips his coffee,eyes twinkling.

Hank slides my eggs onto a plate, nudging it toward me. “Eat your breakfast, luv.”

I pick up my fork. “Well,” I sigh dramatically, “at least I know you’re feeding me before you fuck me again. My thighs may never recover.”

Gabe chuckles, taking another sip of coffee. “That sore, huh?”

I narrow my eyes. “You know exactly how sore I am.”

“Too sore for more?” Gabe tilts his head, his smirk full of wicked promise.

I nearly choke on my bacon. “Are you serious?”

Hank scoffs. “Jesus, Gabe, let the girl eat her damn breakfast before you fuck her.”

Gabe shrugs. “What? She’s enjoying herself.” He glances at me, all slow appraisal and smug amusement. “Youareenjoying yourself, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

I chew deliberately, staring them both down, letting the moment stretch. Then I swallow, tilting my head. “This is the best sex I’ve ever had.Like ever.So yeah, I’m enjoying myself.”

Gabe’s smirk widens, satisfaction flickering in his eyes.

“But…” I glance at my plate, then back up at him, deliberately slow. “I need breakfast first, and maybe a nap—alone—since the two of you can’t seem to keep your hands off me in bed.”

“We can’t keep our hands off you in, or out, of bed.” Hank chuckles under his breath, shaking his head as he loads more bacon onto my plate.

Gabe watches me, then sighs, grinning. “Fine. Eat your breakfast.” He leans in slightly, voice low. “But afterward…”

“I’m all yours. Willing to serve.” I pop a piece of bacon into my mouth, chewing slowly, deliberately, my gaze never leaving his as my hand strays toward the bacon-filled plate I’m not supposed to touch.

A flicker of something dark flashes across Gabe’s face.

Interest. Heat. Hunger.

His smirk fades, replaced by something slower, heavier. He sets his coffee down with an almost intentional slowness, his fingers tapping against the rim before trailing idly along the counter.

“Be careful.”

I arch a brow. “With what?”

His eyes burn into me, sharp and assessing. “With your willingness to serve, or inviting punishment.” His sharp gaze shifts to the bacon-filled plate, and I draw back.

My stomach tightens.

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