Steele Hearts Redemption (8 page)

“God dammit. I knew something was wrong when
I spoke to him a couple days ago. Why didn’t he say something?”

I filled him in on everything I knew.

“I know, I asked the same thing too. They
promised to keep me in the loop. Ally figured out it’s a male
person working for him.”

“I know you’re worried Connor, but he’s our
brother dude. I’m still going in a couple of days, make sure for
myself they’re okay.”

“I understand. If Tess wasn’t pregnant and we
didn’t have this shit with Alexis going on I would have been there
myself or have Sterling send some of his guys but Gabe doesn’t want
any of that.”

“Hey, they’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, well you all better be.”

I had a strange feeling in the pit of my
stomach that a storm was approaching.

**********

The pressure I was putting on myself for
perfection was gnawing away at my stomach. Tonight wasn’t about me.
It was all about her and I didn’t expect anything short of
perfection from myself. Ally was different from all the other women
I’ve dated. She didn’t thrive on the glitz and glamour and I know
in my heart the simplest things are what makes her happy. I didn’t
need to take her out to an expensive restaurant to wine and dine
her before a night of passion. No, she was the type of woman who
would be happy in a setting that screamed comfort and intimacy and
that was exactly what I wanted to give.

“Hey.”

I spun around and watched as she walked out
on the deck. She was breathtaking in her long flowing red
dress.

“Hey beautiful.”

“Sorry I took so long to come down. I got
caught up making some notes about my observations today.”

“That’s okay sweetheart. Anything interesting
I should know about,” I asked.

“Not really,’ she answered.

She was standing directly in front of me and
I could see the slight nervousness in her actions. I didn’t want
her to be nervous at all so I simply took her hand and led her to
the table that was laid out with our dinner.

“Good, so how about we forget about the crazy
world we live in for now and enjoy dinner.”

“I could do that,” she chuckled as she took
her seat.

I sat down across from her and reached across
the table for her hand.

“You look absolutely beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” she replied huskily.

I wanted her relaxed and comfortable. I also
didn’t want her to think what we had between us was all about sex.
I wanted to know her.

“So Ally tell me something no one else knows
about you.”

She tilted her head sideways, contemplating
her answer.

“Well it’s not something no one else knows
but it’s something not a lot of people know. When I was in collage
I tried stand up comedy,” she replied.

“Wow, I didn’t peg you for the stand-up comic
type.”

“Well it was more like a dare. A guy I was
dating complained I was too serious and didn’t know how to have fun
so I thought what’s the best way to show I could be fun. I wrote my
own jokes and went to this open mic show. Biggest mistake I’ve ever
made. I bombed so bad I had to leave the stage half way through my
act. Apparently I was way to serious to be a comic. Anyway the
experience taught me something about myself; I really was too
uptight and serious.”

“You couldn’t have been that bad.”

“Oh but I was.”

“Okay well let me be the judge of that. Let’s
hear your act.”

“Oh no, no, no mister. That act is going to
die with me before you could hear it.”

“Okay,” I conceded.

“Your turn, something no one knows about
you.”

“I don’t know Al, I’m an open book,” I
replied.

“I’m not buying that pretty boy. There has to
be something.”

I couldn’t think of anything but I didn’t
want her to feel I wasn’t being as open as she was.

“Okay it’s more like something I did that I’m
not very proud off,” I replied honestly.

“So growing up with my brothers wasn’t always
the easiest thing, especially when we were always trying to one up
each other in the prank department. Anyway, I was fourteen and I
came up with this ingenious plan to get back at Ty for dying my
hair green for picture day. He had his first real date that weekend
and the night before I painted his face purple while he was asleep.
Only problem was I used house paint and his skin reacted to him. He
woke up in the middle of the night screaming that his face was on
fire. Our parents had one rule we always followed when it came to
our pranks, we never cross the line where someone ends up in the
hospital. I was scared shitless. When the chaos erupted and I
realized what I had done, I planted evidence in Jake’s room that
pointed to him being the culprit. After my parents returned from
the hospital with Ty, they expected one of us to fess up but no one
did, so my dad did his own investigation and found the evidence in
Jake’s room. Strange thing though Jake got away with just an
apology and the following week I was grounded for a month for
pulling the “I got wounded in the gut” act on my mom. I’m
definitely not proud of what I did but I

never told anyone the truth until now.”

“That was pretty bad. Did Jake ever say why
they were so lenient on him,” she asked.

“Nope, but he kept looking at me and smiling
for a week like he knew.”

“Hah, because they knew it was you, no wonder
you got grounded for a month the week after.”

“No they didn’t know….Hmmm…do you really
think they did?”

“Yup.”

She was openly laughing at me now. I loved
that sound coming from her.

“Maybe they knew.”

**********

After dinner, I sat snuggled against him, his
arms around me as his fingers twirled my hair. My head and
something I didn’t want to admit to myself, my heart, said being
with him felt so right. My body screamed it was time and I turned
to face him, resting my hand on his thigh. His eyes bore into mine
and his hand cupped the back of my neck as his lips crushed down on
mine. His kiss was intense and searing and my entire body reacted
to him. I felt the heat from his body and I wanted to run my hands
all over him but before I could make a move, he broke the kiss and
stood up. Taking my hand, he pulled me up and led me to his
bedroom. The silence was deafening and I was afraid to break it for
fear of saying the wrong thing. Been there, done that. He brushed
the hair away from my face before his lips once again captured
mine. His finger deftly work on unzipping my dress and I gingerly
stepped out of it as it fell to my feet. My bra was quick to follow
and he broke the kiss to make quick work of getting me out of my
panties and him out of his clothes. We stood naked in front of each
other, both of us drinking in the sight of the other. His naked
body has haunted my dreams for far too long.

“Ally, you are the picture of
perfection.”

I couldn’t reply. I just wanted to feel his
hands on me. I took his hand and guided him to his big bed. As if
sensing my urgency for action instead of words he possessed my lips
once again before tumbling us onto the bed. My hands began an
exploration of his back traveling down to cup his taunt backside
and I felt his cock grow against me. I reached in between us,
captured it with my hand, and gently stroked him. He moaned into my
mouth and I wrapped my legs around him, holding him against me.

His lips left mine and traveled down my neck
and I adjusted myself to allow him room to move. His kisses trailed
down to my breast, as his hand moved to my core. He gently flicked
my clit before his fingers entered me. The moans I was stifling
before burst out and I writhed around from the sinful sensation
that overcame my body. His lips traveled down my body replacing his
fingers at my core and as his tongue worked it’s magic. I felt the
universe tilt around me. I grabbed his hair and pushed his head in
further. I felt the brink of my orgasm near. He felt my body
stiffen as tongue continued it’s slaughter on the most intimate
part of me. I screamed his name as my body erupted.

He looked up and smiled at me.

“You taste like heaven.”

I smile and attempted to rise up but he shook
his head.

“No Al, tonight is about you.”

He nimbly jumped to his feet and moved to his
nightstand, tearing open the box of condoms he must have placed
there earlier. He quickly sheathed his throbbing cock and before I
could count to three, he was on top of me again.

“Are you ready Ally?”

“Yes Gabriel, more than you would ever know.
I want to be with you.”

He didn’t need any more encouragement. He
gently nudged my legs apart and positioned his throbbing cock at
the entrance to my core. He slowly entered me, gently pushing
further and further in and then suddenly with a some force he
pushed through my innocence. I cried out from the pain but he
quickly distracted me with his hungry kisses. I felt him move
inside me. In and out and before long, the pain dissipated and I
felt the most erotic sensation. I was breathless and panting.
Tearing my lips from his I begged for more and he was more than
happy to oblige.

“Gabriel, I think I’m going to explode.”

“Hold on just a little longer baby, just a
little bit more and we’ll do this together.”

The frenzy my body was in was uncontrollable
but I willed myself to gain some control just for him. It wasn’t
long before my control broke though. Instinctively, I tightened
around his cock and I felt the brink of his climax vibrate thorough
me.

“Now, Ally, let it all go. Come with me
baby,” his hoarse voice echoed in my ear.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I allowed my
body to soar, to reach the height of pleasure and explode,
thrusting me over the precipice into pure ecstasy. I felt him erupt
inside me. He collapsed on top of me, and I gently stroked his hair
as his head nestled between my breasts.

“Holy crap. That was unbelievable,” I stated
in awe.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yes, Gabe. I may have nothing to compare
that to but I don’t believe it can get any better.”

He chuckled at that.

“Baby, I have so many tricks to show you, you
might be saying the same thing every time.”

Breathlessly I replied, “If that’s the case I
may never want to get out of bed again.”

“Sweetheart you belong in my bed.”

The implication of his words was not lost on
me but it was a road I was not prepare to venture down so instead I
said the only thing I knew would distract him.

“How soon before we go again?”

**********

The pounding on the door followed by Jonah
shouting Gabe’s name woke me up.

“Gabe dude, you up?” Jonah shouted from the
other side of the door.

“God I wish I still had my service gun,” I
grumbled to myself.

He leaned over and kissed me on the
mouth.

“Not exactly the wake call I had in mind for
you this morning,” he mumbled against my lips.

“Gabe!!!”

Jonah’s panicked shout had Gabriel jumping
off the bed, pulling on his jeans and throwing the door open.

“Jonah, what’s wrong with you man?” he
asked.

“A package was dropped off last night. You
guys gotta see what’s in it. ”
From his panicked tone, I knew it was not going to be good.

“It’s bad dude, it’s photos but not like the
ones you got before.”

“Give us a minute to get dressed and we’ll
meet you in the kitchen.”

“Oh…. Ally’s with you? Sorry dude. Sorry
Ally,” he shouted.

“It’s okay Jonah. We’ll be down in a couple
of minutes,” I called out to him.

Gabriel closed the door on Jonah and turned
to face me. The worry and exhaustion he had on his face when I
first got here returned. I got off the bed and approached him.

“Hey, we’ll figure this out okay, and if we
can’t do it alone we have people to help us. You know that,
right?”

“Yeah, I know,” he answered wearily.

Less than ten minutes later we were all
sitting around the breakfast table in the kitchen. I carefully
examined the box that contained the pictures, looking for something
outstanding on it but it was a small, plain cardboard box with a
label affixed to it. I opened it and took the photos out wondering
why someone would send loose photos in a box instead of an
envelope. Once again, I carefully examined the photos individually,
passing each one to Gabe when I was finished with it. They were all
taken yesterday but instead of the focus point of the photos being
Gabe they focused on me. The interesting thing about them though
was that they captured little stolen moments between Gabe and I,
him touching my backside, me playing with his pinky finger, him
brushing back my hair, moments that we stole when we were positive
no one was looking. One thing I think we all gathered from looking
at the photos was that the individual who took them didn’t like the
idea of me being around because he took the time to mark little red
X’s over my eyes and mouth on each photo. This was not good.
Whoever Gabriel’s stalker was, he was escalating.