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My body shot forward, sitting up until my hand was covering the area the bang had come from.

Just like all those years through the glass, we reached for each other the only way we knew how.

I fucked myself even harder, my speed almost punishing as I jerked my cock hard and fast. I tightened my grip to a painful level, mimicking the vice her pussy would have had on me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whimpered, a bang on the wall accompanying every word.

I groaned in response, feeling the tingles shoot up my spine, knowing I was seconds away from exploding.

And then she was there, screaming loudly as she came for me, the headboard hitting the wall, and I was right behind her, cum exploding from my cock, hitting the wall in thick globs.

“Fuck, Gabby,” I hissed under my breath, my mind reeling in shock at the force of my orgasm.

I slouched back in the chair, my entire body jerking and bucking as ropes of cum flew from me, and still I continued pumping, still I continued fucking myself, because I wanted it to be like it was with her.

With her, I’d have kept going until she begged me to stop. I’d have every last drop of her orgasm coating me until it became more painful than pleasurable. I’d have every last inch of her skin so sensitive it would have been painful to have her hair brush against it.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned through clenched teeth, my head tipping back, my cock pulsing in my hand.

And then her movements quietened, and a soft, almost disbelieving giggle came through the wall.

She was going to kill me.

Chapter 29

Gabriella

The next morning I found myself back at the kitchen table, surrounded by members of the club and their old ladies.

And yet I was barely even present in the room. My thoughts were focused on the muscular, tattooed, bearded man who seemed to dominate the space.

I’d woken up twice throughout the night, masturbating both times. And then again this morning, completely unable to get any sort of control over my body.

When he’d entered the kitchen ten minutes after me, his hair still wet from the shower, I’d felt my cheeks instantly flame, unable to meet his eyes as memories of my night flashed behind my lids, recalling every explicit detail and scenario I’d imagined him in.

In the cold light of day, when my hormones were not so rampant, I was mortified. And slightly ashamed. And embarrassed that he might have heard me.

But also hoping that he had heard me. Wishing desperately that he’d not only heard me but that he’d been affected by it, too. That he—

“Gabby?” Rachel laughed, clicking her fingers in front of my face. “Earth to Gabby.”

“Sorry,” I said, shaking my head, my eyes flicking to Vienna for a split second—immediately wishing they hadn’t.

He was glaring at me with a look that was impossible to read, but one that set me ablaze, nonetheless.

My thighs clenched with that one look, and I was straight back in that bedroom again. Straight back to wishing—

“Oh my God, you’ve gone again,” Rachel said.

“Sorry, sorry.” I gave her a sheepish smile. “What did you say?”

“For the sixth time,” she said, shooting Dante a knowing wink. “I asked what your plans were for the day, but I see you had more interesting things on your mind. Where were you? Anywhere interesting?”

Her smirk was almost sinful, and I knew that she knew exactly where my thoughts had been.

“I—”

“Leave the girl alone, Rachel,” one of The Birds muttered. I really needed to learn their names.