Page 115 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“You know what I need,” he says, his voice grave, and yeah, I do. I pull his face down to kiss him and he sighs into the kiss, relaxing on top of me. He cages my head with his arms and deepens the kiss, his hips moving restlessly, rubbing his hard-on over my lace-covered center, and it’s delicious and yet not enough.

Not nearly.

“Casey,” I moan against his mouth. I’m going to come just from this, from kissing and rubbing against each other.

He mutters something under his breath, licking my mouth, reaching down and pulling up my skirt. His hand is between my legs, inside my panties, and I squeal when he rubs my clit.

Finally, I make out what he’s saying. “Need you, fuck, I need you, please, Gigi, please…”

I’m so close to coming right now, my brain is short-circuiting. I can’t formulate words, let alone sentences. I’m so close, so frigging close?—

His hand vanishes from inside my panties and before I know what he’s doing, he’s unzipping his jeans and pulling his cock out.

Oh yes. Yes…

Someone is groaning, and I think it’s Zayne. I wish they’d join us, but I can’t spare them any more thought as Casey gives his cock a few strokes.

Then, drawing the lace of my thong aside—funny how I’ve started wearing skirts and thongs the moment I fell for these guys, I never thought I would, but hey, don’t judge, a girl has no real defenses against such hunks—he nudges at my entrance with his cock head.

I’m panting. I know the moment he enters me, I’ll fall apart. That was some long foreplay in the truck, and seeing him bent over me, gorgeous like a movie star, feeling his thick cock push into me, it’s…

It’s impossible to hold back.

I cry out as he thrusts home, shuddering, clenching around his cock. I come so hard that dark dots fill my eyes, and he gasps, catching himself with his hands on either side of my head. His mouth falls open as he thrusts into me, his cock twitching, heat spilling into me.

And he keeps thrusting, his cock hard as ever, his breath hitching. “Fuck,” he hisses, “Gigi…”

It’s so good. I’m so turned on, I think I might come again as he keeps thrusting, his eyes kind of wide and unfocused, his hips rocking. I lift my pelvis and now he’s rubbing against my clit, andholy shit…

I gasp out his name as I come again, this release sweeter and sharper, and he comes almost immediately, more heat spilling into me, his breathing uneven.

“Fuck me,” Ronin grunts and the bed dips where he sits behind me. “That was damn hot.”

Zayne is stalking across the room to stand behind Casey, though he still keeps his distance. “Now Gigi has taken the edge off,” he grinds out, “are you ready for our knots, pretty omega?”

Casey is still above me, his cock—my God, he’s still hard, and I’m just now realizing he’ll probably stay that way until his heat ends—still inside me. I stroke his shoulders, his neck. Unless he gets knotted, his heat might end up hurting him. I’d love to stay longer entwined with him, but he’s not getting his needs met with me.

But Casey says, eyes glittering, “First, I want Grey.”

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Truth is, I’m not entirely surprised that Casey isn’t ready for the alphas yet. My mind is still blurry, going from the fear and worry to the mindblowing sex with him, but he’s been through a terrifying ordeal where alphas played an important role.

A negative role.

So yeah, not surprised he’s taking his time, working up his courage to face these alphas here.

Besides, he’s probably curious about Grey. Unlike the rest of us, he doesn’t know Grey at all. He’s an unknown quantity. Plus, Grey is seriously gorgeous, in a more rugged way than Casey.

I hiss a little when Casey pulls out of me—because of the whole still-frigging-hard situation—and he winces, too. He bends over me to kiss my mouth one more time, smiling at me, making my heart flutter.

Then he shoves his jeans down, kicking them off along with his shoes and socks and kneels on the bed.

I sit up more slowly, pulling my skirt down, aware I need to go to the bathroom and that I’ll be leaking cum for days, but my gaze is glued on Casey.

This is his heat, his show, and he’s the shining star. He’s achingly sexy as he pulls his shirt over his head, now fully naked kneeling on top of the covers, his cock flushed red and jutting out in front of him, his inner thighs shiny with slick. With his head slightly bowed, silky tassels of hair falling in his face, that delicately sculpted chest and arms, the flush on his cheeks and chest, he’s fairly glowing from within.

Grey reaches for him and Casey goes to all fours, scooting toward the other end of the bed.

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