Page 118 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

I know he wouldn’t hurt me. And his gaze is fully on me now, his hands moving over my body. He unzips my dress and lifts it off me, then unclasps my bra and strokes my breasts.

“But Casey…”

“Casey is full with Grey’s cock right now,” Ronin growls. “Besides, are you questioning my stamina? I’ll fuck you, and then I’ll fuck Casey. And then maybe Grey, too. Haven’t made up my mind yet.”

It makes me snicker. “You’re very confident in your cock’s endurance.”

“You mean cocky.” He grins, kisses me again, then pulls my thong off me. “I’m very cocky.”

“You sure are,” I whisper when he leans back to take off his clothes. My gaze is naturally drawn to his impressive washboard stomach and then his cock once it springs free, studded with all those silver bars, huge and purple and hard as a baseball bat.

Good God, can’t believe I had that inside me last night.

And it looks like I’ll have it soon again,I think with a grin, when Ronin reaches for me and drags me in for a long kiss.

Then he turns me around and pushes me, so that I’m on all fours, both of us facing the hunk-sandwich Grey and Zayne have made with Casey in their middle.

“Watch, my pretty,” Ronin says, stroking me between my legs, making me gasp. “I’ll fuck you as we watch the show.”

And it is hot, watching Casey riding Grey, Zayne jacking off behind Casey while kissing his neck where the scent glands are located, rubbing a wrist over the gland, scenting him. Marking him as his, because he obviously can’t wait any longer to stake his territory.

And Ronin is pushing into me, that Jacob’s Ladder making me writhe with every thick inch sliding in. My pussy is already soaked and sensitive from the orgasms Casey gave me and from watching all this hot sex, these hot men on display, and from the kisses Ronin and Zayne shared with me.

I’m so ready. So sensitive.

Ronin pulls out a couple of inches, then thrusts back inside, and I moan out loud. He does it again, and I’m shaking, already on the brink. My breasts sway with every thrust, and the angle shoves his hard cock against a spot that is almost too much to bear. Is that the G-spot I’ve read about? I don’t know but I’m already clenching inside, small spasms that make my whole body shake.

It’s starting.

“Holy hell, woman.” Ronin groans, fucking me harder. “I can’t… I’m going to come so hard inside that hot pussy of yours.”

Ronin and filthy talk. I admit I’d fantasized about it, and it’s driving me crazy.

Another moan escapes me, my core tightening and tightening until I can’t breathe. Ronin curses again, and my gaze meets Grey’s. His eyes widen, his back arches. I see the moment he loses control and starts to come.

God, that’s sexy.

I scream as I come, my arms shaking, then collapsing from under me. I sprawl on the bed, Ronin toppling on top of me, and he’s coming and cursing and coming some more, his cum overflowing, spilling out of me.

Crazy, this is crazy, and it still feels amazing and I’m still coming, too.

“Holy shit,” Ronin breathes, kissing the back of my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, making me shiver. My nipples pucker more. They ache where they are pressed to the covers. “I want to bite you so hard.”

I let out a breathless laugh because I want that, too, and I hope he does bite me later. At some point. If this pack works out.

And then Casey straightens from where he’s been slumped over Grey’s chest and turns his head toward us.

“Now,” he says, eyes so dark they look huge in his face, “I think I’m ready for your knots.”

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I’m still recovering from my earth-shattering release when Casey climbs off Grey and stalks on all fours toward us. It’s like having a big, exotic cat on the bed, a lynx perhaps, and it’s charming as well as thrilling as he approaches us.

“Ready for me?” Ronin asks and incredibly he’s hardening again inside me, making me squirm. He never went completely soft. Alphas really are sex machines. As he slowly pulls out of me, stroking my back, I shiver.

“Zayne first,” Casey decides, though his gaze drops to Ronin’s cock and he licks his lips. “I want his knot first. He’s already scent-marked me.”

“Sneaky Zayne,” I mutter and Zayne leans back, stroking his cock. I hadn’t realized when he lost his clothes, too. I see his knot for the first time andoh wow.I mean… His knot hadn’t inflated when he was with me, obviously. He hadn’t been in a rut when he’d been with me.

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