CHAPTER 8
GABRIEL
Four fucking days.
It’s been the longest days of my damn life and I waited for our woman for six months already. Now that I’ve been close to her? Now that I’ve looked into her eyes and seen her smile? It’s fucking impossible to concentrate on anything other than the thought of claiming her along with my brothers.
I want to hear her scream Cy’s name in pleasure. I want to watch her submit to Kent. I want to feel her gasps for air as my hand wraps around her throat.
We may have never shared a woman before, but I know my brothers. I know what they need, and I have zero doubt that our girl will be exactly what we all crave. She’s going to feed the beasts inside of us and satisfy them in ways we’ve never experienced before.
It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done when we let our girl leave Map Room the other night and go back to her place, to her life, as if we don’t own every fucking inch of her.
She wasn’t ready. I know it, but it doesn’t make it easier to swallow the truth of it.
I know Cy and Kent were feeling just as feral about the prospect of letting our woman walk away. When we parted ways after walking our little mermaid to her car, Cy took a step forward and for a split second I was afraid he was going to try some move from his game and jump on her car to hitch a ride. Kent must have had the same thought because his wide eyes met mine and I saw the flash of panic there.
I reached out and grabbed Cy’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. My voice was a command, a reminder, a fucking plea to see reason, “I know it’s not easy, but we have to let her go now so we can have a chance to get her in our life permanently.”
Cy sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly before he shook his hands out at his sides. When he started bouncing on his toes, I knew we had a limited time to get him home so he could work off some of the need filling him.
When he rounded on me, his dark eyes were bottomless pools of frustration. He barked, “How fucking long?”
I narrowed my eyes at him and ran my hand through my hair. He wanted facts. He wanted a plan. I wasn’t sure I had one. “She’s an independent woman. We can’t rush her.”
“She’s fucking ours,” he seethed, his chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
I held my hands up in surrender because he sure as fuck wasn’t wrong and I didn’t have a great argument to his point. Thank fuck for Kent.
Even though Kent’s voice was soothing, it held an edge to it. “We’ve met her and it’s more than we’ve had for the last six months. We’ll keep getting to know her, we’ll play with her and keep an eye on her as much as possible. Then we’ll show her she can trust us.”
Cy scoffed, “Of course she can trust us.”
“She can,” I said with authority, “but she isn’t sure yet. Kent’s right. We need to earn her full trust and show her just what forever means for us and everything it entails.”
Cy growled lowly and reached down to adjust himself. “Her fucking curves have my dick harder than stone.” He groaned, “My hand isn’t going to cut it now.”
“Nope,” Kent popped the p and smacked Cy’s back. He glanced back to where Ariel’s car had already disappeared before turning and stalking toward his car since he was the one to drive for the night.
She was online over the weekend, and we played with her as long as we could. It was always her leaving, never us. Hell fucking no. We were soaking up every single scrap of our little mermaid’s sweetness. Hearing her voice and being able to imagine her in front of us was too fucking rich to pass up.
She sounded so damn timid on Saturday evening when she signed on and we immediately pulled her into a group chat, “Hi guys.” I could almost see her cheeks pinking and my cock went hard immediately. There was surprise in her voice, “I didn’t think all of you would be on. You don’t have any plans for a Saturday night?”
Cy practically fucking purred, “No, Ari-baby, we’ve been waiting for you to pop on. We wanted to talk to you.”
“You did?”
The wonder in her voice was enough to let me know we made the right decision about not pushing her too fast. She had no idea how damn sexy she is and just how much we want her. She might have trusted us enough to meet us in a very public place, but not quite enough to take us at face value.
Still, I had to smile at how damn sweet he sounded. Kent blew Cy a kiss which had the big stoic fucker flipping him off and I couldn’t stop myself from chuckling.
Ariel huffed out a breath and sassed me, “Oh, is there something you find funny, Gabe?”
Not only did the tone of her voice, like the sexiest fucking voice from any teacher fantasy I’ve ever had in my damn life, make my cock throb, it also made me sit up and take notice. The hint of vulnerability, showing me a chink in her armor, had my need to protect and soothe her flaring to life.
“Nothing that has to do with you, Ariel,” my voice was deep and sure. “I was only laughing because Kent blew a kiss at Cy to which Cy flipped him off. I sure as fuck wasn’t laughing at you.” I growled, “I would never do that unless you were being adorably cute and, even then, I wouldn’t be laughing at you out of malice, just sweetness.”
She whispered so damns softly, “Sweetness?”