25. Gabriel #3
She retakes her seat between us as we tuck ourselves in quickly. The back door opens seconds later, and Noah climbs out first, followed by Ronnie, then me.
We wish goodnight to the driver, then head up the three steps to the high-rise we call home. An elderly man waits for us by the door, pulling it open once we reach the second step. “Good evening, Mr. Ellis, Mr. Adler, and Miss Masters.”
“Good evening,” I say, walking by.
“Thank you.” Noah nods next.
“Good evening, Stanley. Or should we be saying good morning, given the time?” Ronnie giggles.
“Well, I do suppose you are right.” He chuckles along with her. “I hope you had a fine night, Miss Masters.”
“With these two, always.” She points at us.
“Well, enjoy the rest of it.” He beams at our beautiful girl.
“Thank you, Stanley. We will. Goodnight!” She follows us in, waving at him as we make our way to our private elevator.
I give a quick nod to the man at the reception desk, who watches us closely with a strange look on his face.
He forces a smile when he notices me looking at him, then nods back before quickly looking down at the computer in front of him.
Weird… I shake my head and step into the elevator with Noah and our girl.
“You know his name?” I question once the doors close, coming back to the conversation she just had with the doorman.
“Of course, I do. Stanley’s practically there around the clock. I swear, whether it’s morning, day, or night, he’s always there,” she says with a frown as if I’m asking a ridiculous question, then her eyes widen. “Please tell me you knew his name?”
Noah and I shake our heads, feeling a bit like uptight assholes for not knowing someone we’ve seen regularly for the past few years.
“Jesus. And how long have you lived here?” She looks at both of us with disappointment.
“Umm, since a little before Hayes’s wedding.” Noah shrugs.
“Are you kidding me!? That was like three years ago, no?” Her eyes are big and round once more.
I cup the back of my neck, an embarrassed chuckle falling from my lips. “Yeah, something like that.”
She narrows her eyes at us, pointing a finger.
“Do. Better. That old man stands there, all day, every day, waiting to serve you. The least you can do is acknowledge him and learn his fucking name,” she says sternly.
“It’s not because you’re rich and famous now that it means you get to treat people with less respect than they deserve. ”
Jesus, I feel like I just got chastised by my mother.
But she’s right, as little as it seems, we have been treating him unfairly.
Hell, it’s been over three years, and I don’t think I’ve ever had a conversation with that man.
Let alone anyone else in this building that I see almost on a day-to-day basis.
I grab hold of her hips, pulling her in toward me as her hands settle on my chest. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’ll do better, okay? It’s a promise.”
Noah comes up behind her, petting her hair and kissing her temple. “We both will.”
“Are you mad at us?”
She sighs. “No, I just don’t like when people are treated like less.”
“How can we make it up to you?” I kiss along her jaw, down her neck.
She giggles and bites her lip. “Well, that’s a pretty good start.”
Noah imitates my movements, nibbling on the other side of her neck, her ear. “What about giving you orgasms all night? Would that do the trick?”
She leans her head back, exposing her neck as Noah presses into her back, pushing her front against me. “Mmm, that does sound kind of nice.”
“Only kind of?” I chuckle, running the tip of my nose against her slender shoulder. “What if we took turns pounding into this tight pretty pussy until your legs turned to jelly?”
I bring one hand down between her legs and beneath the skirt of her dress. A desperate moan falls from her lips as I rub small circles over her clit, through her panties.
“Then we’ll run you a nice bubble bath, a massage, and finish with a few more orgasms with our mouths.” Noah’s hands slide between mine and Ronnie’s body, cupping her breasts then pinching her nipples. This time she whimpers.
“What about my ass?” She grins when our movements temporarily stop at her question.
My own spreads wide from cheek to cheek. “That’s right, I do recall you saying something about wanting us both inside of you.”
“Please,” she moans.
“Soon, Kitten. We’ll give you anything and everything you want the second we step inside.”
“What the hell is taking so long? Shouldn’t we already be in the penthouse by now?” Ronnie whines with impatience.
She’s right; it usually only takes seconds to make it up. I look at the side panel and throw my head back with a laugh when I notice the problem.
“What?” Noah looks up with a frown.
“We never pressed the button… we’re still at the lobby.” I drop my head against Ronnie’s shoulder, chuckling.
“Oh my God!” She reaches out and presses the ‘P’ for Penthouse with a huff. “You two are frying my brain.”
I grab her chin between my thumb and finger, bringing her lips to mine. “Now you know how we feel every time we look at you, Vixen.”