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“With pleasure.” Gabe’s smirk deepens, his gaze raking over me like a slow burn. His fingers brush the hem of Hank’s shirt—my shirt now, oversized and soft against my bare skin.

“Slowly,” Hank repeats, dragging the word out like he’s savoring it.

Heat pools low in my belly.

I should be nervous. I should be second-guessing. But I’m not.

Because I trust them.

Because I want this.

Gabe lifts the hem of my borrowed shirt an inch, his knuckles grazing my thigh, and I shiver.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a quiet rasp, almost reverent. “Already trembling.”

Hank steps in on my other side, his presence a wall of heat, solid and grounding. “She’s sensitive.” His voice is rough, edged with something darker. His fingers trail down my arm, brushing the inside of my wrist, lingering. “Every nerve on high alert.”

I release a shaky breath as they close around me, warm bodies hemming me in, surrounding me .

Safe.

Gabe lifts the shirt higher, exposing the bare stretch of my stomach. His fingertips trail along the skin—teasing, exploring, learning every inch.

“No bra,” he murmurs, approving. “Good girl.”

My nipples harden at the praise, at the way his voice drops just enough to curl around me like smoke.

Hank moves behind me, his hands settling on my hips, grip firm but patient. “We go at your pace.” His breath is hot against my ear, the words a promise and a warning.

I nod, barely able to think past the slow ache building inside me.

“Words, Ally.” Hank’s voice is quiet, controlled, but there’s something possessive underneath that makes my thighs clench.

“Yes,” I manage, breathless. “I want this.”

Gabe chuckles, his lips hovering near my collarbone. “Want what, sweetheart?” His fingers continue their slow exploration, teasing along the waistband of my panties. “Be specific.”

My pulse pounds in my ears.

I want everything.

I want them.

“I want you to touch me. Fuck me. Both of you.” The words tumble out, barely a whisper.

Hank lets out a low growl of approval.

Gabe grins. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of my panties, just enough to make me gasp.

Hank’s grip tightens on my hips. “You sure you’re ready for this?” His voice stays controlled, but tension coils beneath every word.

I swallow hard and force myself to meet Gabe’s gaze.

“Yes.”

Something shifts in the air—thicker, heavier.

Gabe’s smirk fades into something darker, something hungrier. “Then let’s give you exactly what you need.”

Hank’s lips graze my ear. “And everything you want.”

Then, in one slow, agonizing motion, Gabe pulls the shirt over my head.

My skin tingles as the cool air meets the heat of their attention.

Neither of them rush.

Neither of them look away.

Gabe’s knuckles skim along my ribs, his touch featherlight, teasing, testing.

Hank’s hands remain firm on my hips, grounding me, steadying me, his fingers flexing like he’s resisting the urge to do more.

The moment stretches between us, charged and waiting.

A slow exhale escapes me, my body tightening under the weight of their gazes. I stand in nothing but my panties, vulnerable—but not exposed.

Not powerless.

Hank’s grip tightens just slightly, the heat of his body searing against my back. “Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel. “You have no idea, do you?”

My breath stutters. “What?”

Gabe’s fingers trace the side of my breast, not touching where I need him to, just close enough to make me ache. His lips curl, dark amusement sparking in his eyes. “How fucking beautiful you are like this.”

Heat flares beneath my skin, a flush rising up my neck.

Hank’s lips brush my ear, his voice a quiet rasp. “We’re going to show you.”

Gabe’s thumb flicks over my nipple, and I gasp, my body arching instinctively toward the touch.

Hank groans. “So damn responsive.”

My head tips back against his chest as sensation spirals through me, my breath coming faster.

Gabe’s smirk deepens, his other hand tracing slow, lazy circles over my hip. “You like that?”

I nod, but it’s not enough.

Hank’s fingers press into my waist. “Words, Ally.”

“Yes,” I breathe. “I like it.”

Gabe hums in satisfaction. “Let’s see what else you like. ”

His lips brush my collarbone, open-mouthed and warm, trailing lower, lower, until his breath fans across the swell of my breast. His tongue flicks out, teasing, and a soft whimper escapes me.

Hank’s hand slides up, fingers grazing my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, a silent reminder of his presence. Of his control.

My entire body tightens, heat pooling low—my legs trembling.

“Look at you,” Hank murmurs, his grip firming slightly. “Falling apart already.”

Gabe chuckles against my skin. “And we’ve barely started.”

I tremble between them, every nerve ending on fire.

I should be nervous. I should be overwhelmed.

But I’m not.

Because I trust them.

Because I want this.

And when Gabe’s fingers slide beneath my waistband, teasing lower, I let myself fall. My breath catches, a shiver running through me as anticipation coils tight in my belly.

Behind me, Hank shifts, his body heat radiating into mine, his fingers still resting against my throat—just a touch, just enough to remind me he’s there, watching, controlling the pace.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” Gabe murmurs, lips brushing the swell of my breast, a wicked smirk curving his mouth. “Cold? Or something else?”

“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 my body 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, eager bursts, 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.”

Gabe moves in again, stepping between my thighs, his fingers sliding up my legs, palms dragging over my overheated skin. His forehead presses to mine, breath hot, voice lower now, rough with need.

“Say it.” The demand rumbles from his chest. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want this,” I whisper, the words shaky, breathless. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Not good enough.” His hands tighten on my hips, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth but never quite touching. His cock presses against me, hard and demanding. “Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.”

I whimper, arching, my fingers curling against his chest. “Please.” My voice trembles, but there’s no hesitation. “Please, fuck me.”

A dark sound rumbles from his chest, approval and something more.

His mouth claims mine, firm, possessive, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the counter.

A sharp snap echoes through the room—Gabe tears open a foil packet. My head tilts slightly, just enough to see the steady precision of his hands as he rolls a condom down his thick length. His fingers shake slightly—not from nerves, but from hunger.

Hank’s voice cuts through the tension, steady and controlled. “Take her slow, Gabe,” he orders. “Drag it out. Make her feel it. Tease her until she hungers.”

Gabe smirks against my lips, shifting forward, the thick head of him pressing against me, rubbing, not entering, just enough friction to make me whimper.

“Please…” I beg, needy, wanton, and desperate.

I shift, trying to pull him in, but his grip tightens.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone full of dark amusement. “Gotta follow orders.”

Heat rolls through me, frustration curling tight in my belly.

Then, Hank touches me.

His lips brush my ear, soft and teasing. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “Already desperate, and he hasn’t even given you what you need yet.”

His mouth trails lower, kissing down my throat, slow and deliberate. A shudder rolls through me, my head tilting back as my body begs for more.

Gabe chuckles, pressing another slow, teasing stroke against me. I moan, my hands gripping his arms, my body on fire.

“Please…” I shudder, my body tightening in anticipation. “Hank, please let him fuck me.”

“Fuck her,” Hank says. “Fuck our girl.”