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I looked past Gabriel to where Ian stood, and I smiled at him, just like I said I would. He’d tried to break me and failed.
Your move, fucker.
Three more encores, and the curtain closed for good.
Claire appeared. “I’ll get her changed. Whatever you guys need to do to get ready to leave, do it. Now.”
“On it,” Asher said. Not before he kissed me, long and slow. A teasing preview of what was about to happen when I walked into their house. If I could still manage to stand by the time we got there.
“Do I have to change?” I begged. “As long as you guys don’t tear it off me…”
“Fuck it,” Gabriel’s voice came from beside me. “We’ll be careful, little one.” He looked at Ash. “Get your stuff and hers. You don’t want to leave your bike here the whole heat.”
The look on Asher’s face was thunder and lightning. But he went, with a searing look at me.
“Go,” Claire said. “Get her out of here.”
Gabriel’s sharp sweetness wrapped around me. That intense fresh tobacco and warm vanilla. “We’ve got you now, little one.”
Now that I wasn’t on stage and didn’t have to be strong, I melted. “It hurts.”
A hand stroked down my back as we strode through the hallways. “I know it does, baby girl. We’re going to make you feel better.”
The back door to the theater opened into an alley none of us visited. A car waited for us there, Jace opening the back seat and Gabe pulling me down onto his lap. The frothy tulle of my skirt poofed around us, almost reminding me of the pictures of women in white bonding or wedding dresses that filled up cars.
I pressed myself into Gabriel, kissing below his ear, trying to get the sweater he wore off, off,off.
“Hold on, little one,” he whispered.
“I’ve already been holding on. No more.”
Gabe’s hands deftly undid my bun so I was a tangle of blonde hair and tulle. Hell, I looked like the dead and broken spirit I was supposed to play. She’d probably look more like this. A mess, lipstick smeared, thighs damp because slick was soaking through my tights, wrecked and we hadn’t even started.
He sank his fingers into my hair and pulled me back so he could see me. “Just a little longer. Once you let go you don’t want to stop, and none of us want to spend your heat in the back of a car.”
My whine made him pull my lips to his. “Please,” I begged. My hands shook, fire building under my skin. The mixture of their two scents in the car lit me up like a firework with need. I felt him find the ribbons on my shoes and pull them off. They hurt, but not as much as the burning in my gut. It wasn’t nausea anymore, not while I was with them. It was pure arousal and desire cutting through me until I was nothing left but pieces.
“Close your eyes,” he whispered.
I obeyed.
Gabriel tilted my head to the side, exposing my neck. One single finger from his free hand traced down the column of my throat and along my collarbone. Every inch of movement was deliberate. Under his hands, I froze. I still burned, but while he held me safe and solid I could bear the burning. “Tell me your favorite ballet.”
“Now?”
A soft laugh. “Right now.”
There were too many. The classics and the modern ones. So many I wanted to dance… “It’s a tie.”
“Between?” Lips on my skin. I gasped into the burst of heat that exploded between my legs.
“Classics?Swan LakeandOnegin. New ones,The Winter’s Tale.”
Gabriel hummed, the vibrations teasing my throat. “Good choices.”
“Why?”
I felt his smile. “I need that beautiful mind distracted so we can get you home.”
