Page 127 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Grey is frying eggs and I’m hauled against Zayne’s naked body as he drops into a chair, in his very naked lap. Ronin sits beside Casey who looks around bleary-eyed.

Right then, the doorbell rings and everyone frowns.

“Who can it be?” Zayne mutters.

“I ordered food,” I say brightly, jumping off Zayne’s lap. Or attempting to, struggling against his hold. “Zayne, let me go. I ordered pizzas!”

“Let the girl go,” Ronin rumbles. “I mean, it’s for a good cause.”

“Mmm, pizza,” Casey chuckles.

“I’m coming with you,” Zayne says, finally allowing me to get up. “What if it’s not the pizza people?”

“You’re naked,” I point out and he’s hard, too, though his knot has gone down by now.

He grabs a kitchen towel and puts it over his hard dick.

“Right,” I say, putting a hand over my mouth. “That… might work.”

Mighthave worked if his cock wasn’t that huge and fully hard. As it is, he basically hung the kitchen towel on it as if it’s an oversized peg, and it’s a struggle not to laugh as he marches with me to the door.

I should have said no, told him to stay put, but I’m too wiped out to think straight. Besides, Zayne is a force of nature, especially now that his alpha side has come fully to the fore, and this is his place. He knows his neighborhood. I doubt the Black Dogs have found us, not to mention the police is parked down the street, but what if there are dangerous vagrants or gang wars?

It’s not gangs, though, unless they like to send gangly teenagers with stacks of pizza boxes to Zayne’s door.

“Just delivery,” I say, moving away from the peephole. “Looks safe. Zayne?—”

I’m standing at a vantage point to see the delivery boy’s eyes bug out when Zayne opens the door and barks a “What do you want?” at him.

I can see what he’s seeing. A huge naked alpha with a red kitchen towel hanging on his hard dick like a red cloth on a stick waving at a bull, all bad attitude and flashing dark eyes.

“P…pizza?”

Zayne snatches the boxes from him and slams the door in the traumatized delivery boy’s face.

Oh my God, I really shouldn’t be laughing but I’m cracking up, doubling over.

“Gigi?” Now the huge alpha is grabbing my arm and pulling me against him. “You okay?”

“Fine,” I gasp. “I’m fine. That poor guy. You scared the bejesus out of him. He’ll have nightmares.”

“You can never be too careful,” Zayne growls and God, I love that growl. I love everything about him, and as he pulls me back into the kitchen, my heart is so full for these guys I don’t know what to do with myself.

Is this really happening? Are we really doing it?

Zayne dumps the pizza boxes on the table and all those handsome faces brighten at the sight. They open the boxes and start eating with their hands, while Grey dishes out the fried eggs on plates.

I steal a glance at Zayne, not sure he isn’t pissed about me ordering unhealthy junk food but he has his face stuffed with pizza and catching my eye, he gives me a thumbs-up.

Phew.

When he tugs me back to his lap, I don’t resist, though it’s also pretty funny that I’m wearing clothes and he’s not.

“Hey,” Casey says, grabbing at a pizza piece Ronin is holding. “That was my piece. I chose the largest one.”

“You sure did, baby.” Ronin smirks and bites into the pizza. “You sure did.”

Casey snickers and grabs another piece of pizza. “Is this pepperoni?”

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