Page 93 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

Gabe groans, rubbing a hand over his face while I resist the urge to melt into the floor.

Doc Summers just laughs, shaking her head as she gestures toward the exam table. “Alright, lover boys, park it. Let’s get this over with before you break any more medical protocols or embarrass Ally to death.”

She taps something on her tablet. “Who wants to go first?”

Gabe steps forward. “I can. I’ve got the most interesting medical history anyway.” He winks at me.

Skye’s mouth curves into what might almost be a smile. “I doubt that, Gabriel. Let’s stepinto my office.”

As they leave, Hank turns to me with a reassuring smile. “See? Professional.”

His fingers trail along my arm, lingering at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

“You’re not making this easy,” I laugh, trying to ignore the heat building low in my belly.

“Wasn’t trying to,” he responds, his voice rougher than before. He turns me to face him, his hands settling at my waist. “You know how much this means to us, right? That you trust us enough for this?”

The intensity in his gaze catches me off guard. “It’s just STD testing.”

“It’s more than that.” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “It’s about committing ourselves to you. Nothing between us. Nothing holding us back from giving you everything.”

My heart speeds up at the double meaning in his words. “I want that,” I admit. “I’ve never… there’s never been anyone I’ve trusted enough before.”

Hank’s expression softens. “We’re going to take such good care of you, luv.” He leans down, his lips brushing mine in a kiss that starts gentle but quickly deepens as I press against him.

His hands slide lower, cupping my ass. “Can’t wait to be with you,” he murmurs against my ear. “No barriers, no holding back. Gabe’s going to lose his mind. He’s been driving himself crazy just thinking about it.”

My face flames at his promise, but I can’t deny the thrill his words send through me. “You’re terrible,” I whisper, echoing my words from this morning.

“You love it,” he counters, and I can’t argue. The way these two men make me feel—desired, protected, cherished—is unlike anything I’ve experienced.

Hank’s expression shifts to something more serious. He brushes a strand of hair from my face, his touch gentle.

“Hey, about this morning with Gabe…” His eyes search mine. “He can be intense. I wanted to check in.”

I swallow, remembering the raw power of Gabe’s passion. “I’m fine. Better than fine, actually.”

“Yeah?” Hank studies my face, looking for any sign of distress.

“Yeah.” I meet his gaze steadily. “There was something… exhilarating about it. About seeing him like that.”

I hesitate, my eyes dropping briefly before Hank’s finger under my chin gently forces my gaze back to his.

“Tell me,” he says, his voice soft but leaving no room for evasion. “All of it. We need honesty between us.”

I take a deep breath. “It was a little scary,” I admit, the words rushing out now. “Gabe didn’t ask. He just… took what he wanted.” My voice drops lower. “He made decisions, positioned me how he wanted me, used me how he wanted to.” My cheeks burn with the confession. “I had absolutely no control, and that helplessness was…”

“What?”

“God, it was thrilling. He just took, and I…” I swallow hard. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Hank’s expression remains steady and non-judgmental. “Never be ashamed of what you feel with us. That’s the point—to experience things you never have before, to discover what you want without judgment. And I’ll do more of this,” he stoops until we’re eye-to-eye, “especially as things intensify.”

“More of what?” And how could things get any moreintense?

“Checking in with you. Make sure you still feel safe and respected… It’s important to both of us.”

“I never thought I’d want to be overpowered like that.”

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