Page 101 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Ronin’s and Grey’s hands on me are soothing, grounding, but I’m a train going off the rails. I’m shaking, and I think I might be screaming as my release hits me hard. The pleasure rides on the edge of pain, almost too much, almost too sharp, but after the first gut-clenching spasm, it becomes a flood of relief and bliss.

Then Zayne bites into my neck, just enough to make me jerk, and his cock throbs inside me. Heat fills me as he comes.

More pleasure shakes me.

I may have lost some time after that, because eventually I blink and find Grey stroking my face.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Are you okay?”

“Better than,” I say, feeling drunk. “You guys have finished me off.”

Ronin chuckles. “Blame Zayne. I had plans.”

“I blame all of you,” I mumble as sleep claims me, “for giving me so much pleasure…”

27

GIGI

Iwake up the next day in Ronin’s bed, alone. Despite the smell of coffee wafting through the apartment, it’s a reminder that we haven’t reached the end of this journey yet.

Casey,I think and roll to my feet. Despite feeling sweat and what must be dried cum pulling on my skin, despite more cum spilling out of me, between my thighs, as I get up, I pull a T-shirt I find on a chair over me and open the door. I go straight to Casey’s room, to check. I push his door open, look inside.

Empty.

Refusing to acknowledge the disappointment welling inside of me, next I look into the kitchen, and find the boys sitting there around the table, sipping coffee from our chipped mugs. They look up the moment I enter, smiles spreading over their handsome faces.

“Gigi.” Zayne’s dark eyes brighten. “Didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“You didn’t. No sign of Casey?” I ask though the answer is obvious.

They all shake their heads.

Grey is sitting beside Ronin, holding his mugs in both hands. He has a healthy flush to his cheeks today which relaxes a knot of tension inside me I hadn’t realized I still carried around. He’d looked so terrible last night, so pale and cold. It’s awesome to see him in our kitchen.

“Come eat something,” Ronin says.

“Um, in a bit. I need to shower.” I press my thighs together. “I seem to be… leaking.”

Grey snorts softly.

Ronin looks smug, though he wasn’t the one who was inside me last night. He just looks generally smug, I suppose. It makes me want to laugh.

Zayne beats them both, though, because he says, “I’ll help you shower.”

I don’t need help,I almost say, then I wonder who in their right mind wouldn’t want Zayne to help them shower. After all, why am I still clinging to my earlier resolutions? Clinging to independence as if it’s the answer to everything? Maybe collaboration is the answer. A pack is the answer to loneliness. Love is the answer to fear and sorrow.

I smile at him, reach for his hand. “Then help me.”

* * *

Zayne is very helpful indeed as he undresses me and starts the spray, checking the temperature with his hand. His cock is hard and it swings up to slap his washboard stomach when he pushes his pants down.

It takes my breath away. I’m still aching inside from having had him take me last night, and I’m not sure I’m ready to take him again today, but he doesn’t seem to expect it.

His hands are all over me as he tugs me under the warm spray. He pulls me against him, my back to his chest, and grabs the shower gel, spurting a good quantity into his hand. He kisses my neck, making me shiver.

Every time he kisses or bites there is like a promise, and I should stop thinking of it that way because it doesn’t mean he will mark me.

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