Gabe's POV

I was a little shocked to walk in and see Luke holding hands with some lady, their heads bent close together and his face looking like he was going to climb across the table and ravish her. Then I saw her face. She was breathtaking - pale blond hair and soft brown eyes, much lighter than Luke's deep chocolate ones. The way she bent her head made me want to grab her hair and push her into a presentation position. Then she started talking and I saw my husband come alive. He was completely captivated by her. She was the perfect mix of feisty and demur, quick-witted but also authentic. Her reactions to Luke's constant reference to orgasms were priceless, but when she gave us her little speech, I saw her face turn into a portrait of pure bliss. I wanted nothing more in that brief moment to sketch her and capture that raw look.

After visiting for a while longer, I watched as she walked out with a bounce in her step then turned to Luke, "Okay, spill. How the fuck did all this just happen?"

He fell back into his chair and let out an exaggerated sigh, "I'm blessed, what can I say?" I slapped his arm and he laughed, "Really, I don't know. She was sitting here looking like someone stole her lunch money so I offered her a streusel in exchange for talking. It just spiraled from there." He grinned widely, "She's amazing isn't she?"

"You do realize she's the same fucking Marissa we were just talking about yesterday, right?" I asked him and watched as the dots finally connected.

"Wait, oh fuck, I think I just had an epiphany," he said, snapping his fingers.

"Well, fucking spill it already," I snapped.

"She's having relationship troubles. Apparently, she's in a poly relationship of sorts and things aren't working anymore. But I think it's more complicated than she's saying. If my guess is right, she's sleeping with the director and his wife. She said they were her only friends." He frowned, "That's so sad. I mean to have all that money, but no real friends, and then to lose the man you loved. Damn, now I need sweets," he grumbled.

I watched as he started to go down the rabbit hole and quickly pulled him into a kiss, "Lucian, stop." His eyes met mine as I stroked his cheek. "We'll be there for her. We can be her friends and we won't expect anything from her. Besides, I think Owen and Kota were planning on taking the contract with her firm, so we'll see her more anyway." That perked him up instantly. He had such a big heart and wanted everyone to be happy all the time. It hit him and Silas the hardest when Sang left. There were times I worried about Luke's mental health and even his safety.

"You're not mad that I flirted are you?" he asked.

"Of course not," I reassured him, kissing him again, "I know whose bed you sleep in, beautiful. Besides, I think you really helped cheer her up. That can't be a bad thing." He grinned and leaned his head onto my shoulder. "Hey, maybe we should go to the club Friday and find a playmate for the night, what do you think?"

His brown eyes twinkled, "Maybe we could sign up for the random spot with the masked lady?" I raised my eyebrows. "I know, I know, I told Owen to leave her alone, but I'm not trying to chase her down, I just want to make her scream," he laughed, "I blame Marissa. You really should have heard that moan, Gabe. It was fucking life-changing." His eyes glazed at the mention of it. Well, fuck, now I'm curious.

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When I left the bakery, I headed to Victor's office. I threw the clothes bag over my shoulder as I headed up the elevator. When I reached his office I stood at the door watching him as he worked. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to stare?" he said without even looking up.

I chuckled, "I'm an artist. It's in my nature to admire beautiful things." He scoffed and looked up at me with those whiskey eyes that took my breath away. Victor had always been handsome, but age agreed with him. He'd filled out from our teenage years and his features had sharpened. "I brought you a change of clothes. I know you hate wearing the same suit all day."

He put the papers down and came to the doorway, took the bag from me, and hung it on the hook next to the door. Without a word, he pulled me inside the office and closed the door behind us. I heard the lock click, then groaned when I felt his lips cover mine. His hand tugged at my hair as I opened my mouth to him, our tongues intertwining. When he pulled back, we were both breathless. He pressed his forehead to mine, "You take such good care of me, of us, baby. I don't know what I'd do without you."

I smirked, "It was in the vows. For better, for worse, to always keep them looking sexy as fuck, until death do us part." He chuckled then ran his hand down my back, pulling me closer. "Victor," I whimpered as his lips traveled my neck. I tugged at his jacket, tossing it onto the chair as he pulled me closer to the couch. We made short work of each other's clothes, our mouths attacking each other as our needs grew.

"Lie down on your back, baby," he said to me as he grabbed the lube out of the side table. I shivered as my back pressed against the soft leather but quickly recovered when Victor's warm body covered mine. He slipped his finger inside of me, gently stretching and scissoring my opening before pressing his cock inside. I moaned loudly as he began to pump my cock in his hand as he fucked me. "I love you, Gabriel," he moaned, then kissed me, his mouth silencing my cries as my orgasm washed over me. His thrusts continued a few moments longer until he grunted out his own release, filling me. He gently slid out and stepped into the washroom. When he returned, he was clean and had a cloth in his hands. When I tried to take it he shook his head, "No, let me take care of you this time."

"Thank you," I said and kissed him gently. Marissa's words flashed in my mind - the brush of your lover's hand against your skin when you need it most, the moment your body lets go of everything and gives in to bliss. "I love you, Victor," I said softly as we started to get dressed. "Not that I'm complaining, but are you okay, love? This is a bit out of character for you?"

He sighed, "I don't know. This deal is huge and I want to use G&R, but I just don't know. Then last night, well, it brought up some issues." He reached out and pulled me into his arms. "I just needed to feel you. You're my safe space, Gabe, you always have been. The world makes sense when I'm with you." I leaned my head against his shoulder and just held him. His words made my heart want to burst with pride. So many times in my life I felt like I was less than the others, less deserving, but never with Victor and Luke. They always made sure I knew I was loved, even before we all admitted our feelings to each other.

"Would it make you feel any better if I told you I met Marissa Ryland?" I asked.

He pulled back, "What, how?"

I laughed and pulled him onto the couch we'd just defiled. "She was at the bakery when I stopped in for lunch with Luke. Apparently, he gave her a streusel orgasm - I'm sure he'll tell you and everyone who will listen all about it - repeatedly," I laughed. I went on to explain the conversation that took place between her and Luke, as well as the joking and conversation between the three of us. "She seems like a really genuine person - not a malicious bone in her body."

"So you think Silas was right, she just wants to stay out of the limelight?" he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I mean we all know she's uber fucking rich, but she was walking when she left the bakery. No fancy damn limos or paparazzi following her. I think she wants to keep those details to herself. I also don't think she's made the connection between Owen, Sean, and the rest of us. Now that I think of it, we didn't say my last name. I'm sure she'd have fucking figured it out if we had since she has all the business portfolios." My name was fairly well known in the art world. I'd opened a series of galleries across the US and Europe - Josette's. "She even exchanged numbers with Luke and me."

Victor smiled, "Who wouldn't want your numbers? You're both sexy as fuck." I blushed at his compliment and then helped him with his tie. "Do I really have to go to this event?"

I put my hand on my hip and glared at him, "Yes, Victor Morgan, you have to attend this event. It's your fucking charity remember? I just decorated the location, but this idea was all you." I swatted his bottom as he stood from the couch, "No pouting, little boy."

An evil gleam passed over his eyes, "Yes Daddy," he said in a low voice that made my dick hard. Nope, not going there.

I pulled him close to me with his tie, "That's one," I kissed him hard, then pushed him away. "It's not nice to try and manipulate Daddy. I promise to punish you properly for that, little boy." I noticed the tent in his pants as I spoke, then said, "but not now. Now, you have a charity event to dazzle and I have to pick up Luke. He was a bit up and down today. I don't want him home alone. Sean and Owen will meet us at the gala." He frowned. "I will be on the front row along with Luke, cheering you on, my love," I reassured him. After several more kisses, I made my way back to the car and headed toward the bakery.

I laughed to myself as I drove. I was always the insecure one, but now, I spend most of my time reassuring the two men I love most that they're worthy of being loved.  

Author's Notes:  Daddy Gabe...well fuck, that brings up a whole new level of fantasies...