Page 115 of Make Us Yours
“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’mdoing 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.
