Gage chuckles. “It does, though. Knowing at any point in time you can walk into a room and she’s getting railed is a fucking turn-on.” Gage leans between the seats again. “Wait until you’re buried inside of her with someone else.” Gage groans and flops back in the seat. “It’s like fucking paradise.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ryder grinds, adjusting his hips again.
I turn in my seat to see Ryder better, wanting to join in on the fun. “Let’s talk about what happened in the hallway.”
Gage’s head pops between the seats again. “Oh fuck yeah. Let’s talk about that.”
“Let’s fucking don’t and say we did,” Ryder replies.
“No. I think we should,” Dex agrees.
“He was all,” Gage throws his head back and moans, copying Ryder, “It was kind of hot.”
“Him getting choked out or the fact he liked it?” I ask with a chuckle. Ryder’s hand keeps getting tighter on my thigh while slowing down for a red light.
“Both. Pretty girl, you were gorgeous, all perched up on him, squeezing the life right out of him.” Gage reaches around the seat and locks his hand on Ryder’s throat, squeezing it like I did with a crazy grin on his face. Ryder’s grip tightens on the steering wheel, and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, stopping his reaction. “Fuck,” Gage breathes, watching Ryder’s reaction in the mirror. Gagelets go when the car starts moving again. “Damn it. Now my cock is hard.”
I can’t help it; I laugh. Ryder shoots me a look, promising retribution.
Bring it on.
Chapter 35
Alessa
Time passes in a blur, and before I know it, it’s the day of the gala. I did listen to the guys and let them stay as close to me as they wanted, but I’m only going to deal with that for so long. Holden couldn’t pull the footage from those cameras or track the number from the first message to Ryder. He took it personally, no matter how much we told him it wasn’t his fault. Pictures still appear on vehicles when we’re out, but they’re just of me now. It looks like I’m posing for the camera in them, and the word ‘mine’ is scrawled on them. We’ve all been so busy trying to get ready for whatever Viktor decides to do that we don’t have time to dwell on it. Ryder and I had another heated argument over me going to the gala tonight, which resulted in him bending me over my bed and fucking me so hard that I saw stars. In the end, he knows I need to go, and I won’t hide from Viktor or whoever my creepy stalker is.
“Done,” Bridget, my stylist, exclaims, clapping her hands and turning me toward the mirror.
She put my hair up in a loose twist with curls hanging around my face. My makeup is thicker than usual with foundation I don’t usually use, blush, bronzer, and highlighter. My eyes are smokey with gold glitter on the lids to match my dress, and my lips are a light pink color that makes my lips look extra pouty.
“You’re a genius,” I tell her, looking in the mirror.
She snorts. “You always give me a good canvas.”
Bridget is the daughter of my house staff, Shawna. They have the same fiery red hair and green eyes. I hired Bridget as my stylist when Shawna started bragging about how good she is, and she wasn’t lying. I’ve had her on my payroll for years now. Bridget is the closest I have to a female friend, but I keep her at arm’s length because I can’t let any more people get close to me.
“Time for the dress.” She claps again, and I laugh at her enthusiasm. I wish I still had that, but I know how boring these things are. It always made it more fun with Gage there, though. All this is an excuse to get the crime families together and flaunt their money. I have to admit I’m excited all my guys are going; I just wish I could have talked Holden into it.
I get up from the chair, take the garment bag out of the closet, and walk back to the bedroom. I slide my robe off, revealing a gold, strapless, bodice style one piece that is lacy, and push my boobs up for the dress. Bridget helps me step into it and zips it up in the back. I step in front of the floor-length mirror, and I smile to myself. The guys are going to love this dress.
The dress itself is cream-colored with glittery gold accents all over it. Wide straps on the shoulders then dipped down in a deep v neckline showing off a healthy amount of cleavage. The waist is cinched, then flares out at the hips with two slits up the thighs that stop right before my panty line.
“Damn, girl,” Bridget whistles, “You might not make it out of this house.”
I laugh. “They better not ruin your hard work.”
While doing my hair and makeup, she peppered me with questions that I gladly answered, just happy to have someone to talk to that wasn’t the guys or Micah.
She bends down, helping me step into the gold stilettos that give me another four inches of added height and a strap that winds up my calf.
She fusses with my hair for a minute, then steps back, admiring herhandiwork. “Oh, I can’t wait to see their faces,” she laughs, hooking her arm with mine. She walks like that with me down the stairs, so I don’t fall in these heels and leads me to the voices I hear in the living room. She steps back when I walk into the room, and all eyes turn toward me.
“Fuck,” Leo chokes. “Baby, you look incredible.”
I take him in and have to remember how to breathe. He’s dressed in a tailored tux, complete with a gold vest and bow tie that matches me. His hair is messy but pushed to the side to reveal his beautiful eyes. “You too,” I finally breathe out.
I look around the room and second-guess, going to this thing in favor of dragging them all upstairs. Gage is dressed identically to Leo, his wild wavy hair still wild, just like I love.
