Page 79 of Make Us Yours
His eyes darken as he reads me, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, as if he sees the effect he has on me. He comes back up to my face, his hand cupping my cheek. “My turn,” he tells Gabe as he crashes his lips to mine.
I remove one hand from the stony surface and bring it up to his nape, pulling him closer as I melt against him. Gabe slowly removes his finger from inside me, and I whimper at the loss of his touch and open my eyes once more, while Noah kisses along my jaw. I watch as Gabe brings his slick fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean.
I hadn’t even realized they were still in me, and there were three. That’s how quickly my body got used to his presence, as if having three of his thick fingers deep inside my pussy was an everyday thing.
I stare, completely entranced, as he finishes swiping his tongue around his fingers. “Good,” he finally says to Noah. “Because I was planning on devouring somethingelse next.” He smirks, then jumps back into the body of water and grabs hold of my thighs, spreading my legs wide open for him in one quick move.
My body stiffens on instinct. This is the part I hate, the one where men try to take charge, where they place you how they want you and press down if you try to move. But that’s not how I work, not anymore. I take over in the bedroom. I decide what I want to do or not. It’s the only way for me to feel in control. Something I desperately need.
My therapist says it’s a form of PTSD from all the unspeakable things Victor and his friends did to me. That certain touches, movements, noises, or even smells will trigger me and take me back to those days. Make my brain react as if I was still there, still trapped under his evil hand.
It’s what I feared most about being with Gabriel.
He’s unpredictable. He acts on instinct. If he wants to hug you, he’ll hug you. If he wants to kiss you, he’ll kiss you. No warning, No notice. He just takes what he wants. Whereas Noah always gives me time to adjust, always signals me first before making a move. And even when he does, it’s always tentative. Cautious.
I feel the panic setting in as I watch Gabe’s hands holding my legs in place. My heart beats overtime as I try to regain some semblance of control.
I’m here.
I’m now.
I’m with Noah and Gabe.
They don’t want to hurt me.
They won’t hurt me.
I’m here.
I’m now.
Noah pulls away from me; I can feel his eyes reading me once more. But I can’t look away; I can’t take my eyes off his fingers that dig into my thighs. But they’re not Gabriel’s anymore… they’re Victor’s.
“Ellis,” Noah says calmly, but I hear the warning in his voice. He knows I’m seconds away from freaking out.
I’m about to push away, kick him off. I’m about to tell them to stop, to get up and leave. But then Gabe looks up at me with that beautiful, dazzling smile. The smile I once found annoying, but now find endearing.
And something happens. The panic that was on the verge of bursting suddenly fades until I can no longer feel it sizzling inside of me, vanishing completely. Now all I feel is warmth at the smile he’s offering me.
His hands lose their grip on my legs as he begins to glide them up and down in asoothing way. “You still with me, Vixen?” he asks softly.
“I’m still with you,” I whisper back as I let out a breath and blink away the fog in my mind.
“That’s my girl.” His smile glows brighter.
Noah’s hand comes to my hair, fingers gliding through the strands. When I turn my gaze to him, I find his eyes roaming over my features. “Are you okay?” I nod with certainty as I continue to do my breathing exercise. “Good, can you lean back on your elbows for me? And scoot closer to the edge for him.”
I bring myself closer to the edge as instructed, keeping my legs spread, then lean back on my elbows. Noah comes back down to my mouth, our tongues colliding with each other as they reacquaint like long-lost lovers.
A trail of wet kisses climbs up my leg, starting at my ankle, up to my knee, then right along my inner thigh until I feel Gabe’s warm breath over my center. But then it disappears, and the kisses resume on my other leg. Finally, I feel him again where I desperately want him.
I pull away from Noah to watch Gabe as the tip of his nose presses against my clit, and he breathes me in. “Mmm, you smell delicious, Vixen.” He brings his tongue out, barely grazing my bud with it. But still, I feel it everywhere. “How many orgasms should we give her, Noh?”
Noah kisses my shoulder, his hand kneading my breast once more. “Hmm, eight.”
My eyes widen as I turn to him. “Eight?! Why eight?”
“For how many months you’ve made us wait.” Gabe smirks before grazing my clit with his teeth.
