25. Gabriel
Chapter twenty-five
Gabriel
Fried brain and tequila shots.
“We should do something tonight, something different,” Ronnie says as she lies down over mine and Noah’s legs. Her butt is between us, thighs over me and head resting on Noah as he passes his fingers through her locks.
Something’s up with him; I don’t know what it is, but I can feel it.
He’s been quieter than usual, seeming lost in his head.
He’s also been drinking much more than I’m used to seeing him do.
Every few minutes, I notice Ronnie looking up at him with a question in her eyes.
One he clearly hears and offers her what I can only describe as a reassuring smile back. But it’s small.
Something happened today, and Vixen knows what it is, but she hasn’t said a word.
Neither has he, and I can’t help but feel a bit unsettled by it.
I know they spend more time together than she and I.
They clearly share a deeper connection, and it makes me jealous.
I hate it, but I don’t know how to change it.
I rub my hand up and down her long, smooth legs. “What did you have in mind, baby?” If there’s one great thing about living in the city, it’s that there’s always something to do, no matter the time.
“Let’s go wild, get drunk and dance the night away. I haven’t been to a club in so long!” She pulls her legs off mine and sits up between us with a huge grin, grabbing on to both our thighs.
“Yes! I’ll dress all slutty in a super short dress, show off my new hair.
We’ll take a car out. You can pretend you don’t know me and try to pick me up at the bar.
Then we’ll dance, and you’ll take me back to your lair to do all those filthy things you’ve dreamed of doing to me.
” Her fingernails trail up our thighs, closer to where we want them. “Unless you two are too old for that.”
Noah snorts as my mouth drops open. “Excuse me?”
“Well, what? I am much younger than you two. It’s understandable if staying up past midnight is too hard on your thirty-year-old bodies.” She sucks in her lips to suppress her giggles, eyes bouncing with amusement at my astounded expression.
“First of all, we’re twenty-eight, not thirty.” I grab her hips, lifting her into the air and making her straddle my thighs. “Second, you’re only four years younger than us, little lady.”
I nip her chin as she throws her head back and laughs, my fingers digging into her ribs as I tickle her. “And third, this body works overtime to be at its absolute best, around the clock. So you can bet that sexy little ass of yours that it can keep up with you.”
I capture her open mouth quickly, tongue tangling with her as she moans. My hand comes up to fist her hair, angling her head exactly like I want it. I deepen the kiss until she’s squirming in my hold, hips rocking back and forth as she chases more friction.
I release her hair and grab hold of her hips, stopping her movements. She whimpers as I pull away. “Later, baby. I promise we’ll take good care of you.” I kiss her pouting lips one last time. “What do you say, Noh? You up for a wild night with our girl?”
He picks up his amber drink from the side table, downs the rest, and sets it back down. “Sure. Let’s do it.”
“Yay! Give me an hour, then we’ll go. I’m going to make you boys drool tonight.” She stands from the couch, kissing us both, then turns to leave.
“As long as I get to see your ass every time you bend down, I’m good,” I call after her as she reaches the stairs. She grabs hold of her short skirt and flips it up, giving us a delicious view of her ass.
I lean back against the couch, laughing away. “God, this girl is going to be the death of me.”
“You and I both, brother.” Noah chuckles while shaking his head.
An hour later, we’ve all showered and changed. Noah and I are dressed in dark blue jeans and a nice dress shirt, his white, mine powder blue. A pair of Oxfords on both our feet. Noah’s sleeves are down, while mine are rolled up, the first two buttons at our collars undone.
I pass my fingers through my hair, pushing the medium-length strands back and over to one side, the way I know my Vixen loves it. She’s always gliding her fingers through them and placing them slightly to the side. I love when she plays with me like that. I just love everything about this woman.
Heels clicking against the wooden floor catch our attention. We look up in time to see the beautiful siren slowly descending the stairs. Like a queen making her entrance at a ball, she captivates everyone’s attention, enchanting us all with her sublime beauty.
Golden, open-toe stilettos make their way down, one step at a time.
Long bare legs on display, a tiny excuse for a dress barely covering her body.
Cobalt blue fabric hugging her curves delicately, tied at the nape, backless down to the dip right before her ass.
A low V in the front and slits on either side of her thighs, giving us hungry men an easy access to her hypnotizing palace.
And yes, if she bends down, I can see her ass beautifully.
She’s re-curled her rainbow hair and done her makeup in a dark blue shade, with a shiny lip gloss on her heart-shaped lips. While her fingernails and toenails are painted a powder blue that matches my button-down.
Holy shit, she wasn’t joking about making us drool. My mouth waters just at the sight of her. I have a feeling I’ll be sporting a semi all night.
“Hello, gentlemen,” she purrs once she reaches the last step.
Noah walks up to her quickly, his arm wrapping around her waist, and pulls her in swiftly against his body with a growl. “You’re not leaving our side at any point in the night, not even an inch. Do I make myself clear?”
She brings her hand up, index and middle fingers walking slowly up his torso and over his pec, stopping at the collar of his shirt. “Are you jealous that other men will see me like this, Casanova?” she asks seductively.
“I don’t want anyone else thinking they can have what’s mine. What’s ours.”
“Don’t worry, babe. You two are the only ones who get to see me naked at the end of the night.” She leans in and flicks his lips with her tongue, then steps out of his hold and turns around, winking at him over her shoulder as she sashays over to me.
Jesus, she’s a fucking tease tonight, and I’m living for it.
He growls once more, watching her ass sway, then pulls out his phone from his pocket and mutters he has to make a call while turning down the hall and leaving Ronnie and I alone.
“Hey, Pretty Boy.” She wraps her arms around my neck, pecking my lips.
“You look ravishing, Vixen. I can’t wait to devour you tonight.” I bite her neck.
“It’s all I want,” she breathes, head tipping back.
I look down the hall to where Noah ventured and hear his faint voice filtering through the air. “Is he okay?” I ask, nodding his way.
Something in her eyes flashes—sadness and worry. “He’s going to be. You don’t have to worry, okay? I’ll take care of him.” I’m about to question what’s going on, but she shakes her head before I can voice my thoughts.
“Please don’t ask me to tell you,” she begs. “Just like you, Noah has secrets he doesn’t want to share with others. I promised I wouldn’t say anything, so I won’t. Just know that I’m here for him, and I’ll help him in any way I can, just like I’m doing with you.”
I nod. “Okay.”
She searches my gaze for a moment before speaking again. “How are things going with you know? Are they still harassing you?”
“They keep trying, even though I’ve blocked all their numbers. They just find other phones to call or text me from, but I never answer. You were right; I don’t think they have any evidence. It’s been two weeks, and nothing’s come up. If they did, they would have already used it.”
She beams at me. “I told you it would all work out. I’m proud of you, Gabriel.”
“It’s all because of you, and I can’t thank you enough, Vixen. I’ll owe you for the rest of my life.” I glide my fingers through her curls. If it weren’t for her, I’d still be trapped under their hold. I’d still be a slave to them, forced to obey their every command.
“The only thing I want is you, Gabriel. You and Noah.” She caresses her cherry-tasting, glossy lips against mine.
I love this change in her. I’m not sure exactly when it happened, but things between us all keep shifting for the better.
She openly talks about her wants and needs now—her feelings for us—and I find myself craving more and more of it.
More and more of her. Like the way she talks about the future and forever.
Those words light me up like the night sky on the Fourth of July and make me fall in love with her even more.
“Just keep making us yours, and you’ll have us forever,” I tell her as she hums against my lips.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
“Last shot, baby. After that you’re sticking to water.” I chuckle at her little pouty whine as I hand her the tequila shot.
“You’re no fun, Pretty Boy.” She huffs and takes the drink.
I pass one over to Noah, but he shakes his head.
He’s been nursing the same glass of scotch for the past hour.
His third since we got here two hours ago, and that’s not counting the ones he had at home.
I don’t even know how he’s not hammered by now.
But he’s barely taken a sip of this one, only looking down at it and hardly engaging in any topic of conversation.
“I may be no fun, but I don’t want you sick.” I kiss her temple as she grumbles.
We tap our shots together and throw them back, the burning sensation making its way down my throat. Tequila isn’t my drink of choice, but Ronnie wanted to take shots, and she chose this one… five times. And we all know by now, I’ll do anything to make my baby happy.
Her eyes light up when she spots Noah’s untouched one. “You’re not having it?”
“Nah, Kitten. I’m done drinking for the night. You can have it.” He brushes his knuckles over her cheek and smiles at her.