Page 137 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“Fuck,” Casey breathes. “Call me an idiot but I’m all for it. I know we said we should wait, but I don’t…” He looks away, smiles. “I don’t want any other pack.”

“What he said,” Grey says quietly, cheeks red. “I mean, I know I’m only a beta?—”

“Mybeta,” I grow. “We’re pack. Marking you all as pack will make me so fucking happy.”

“After,” Gigi whispers. “After the dinner.”

“Tonight?” Casey’s smile widens. “For real?”

“Too soon?” I ask.

“Can Christmas come too soon? Bring it on.”

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Bring it on.

Now that’s been said, I can’t stop thinking about it. Sex—well, more of it. I can never get enough with this pack. Then scenting. Biting. Marking. Licking. Branding.

Call me an idiot—you wouldn’t be the first—but I thought I was the only one without doubts. The only one certain about wanting this pack, this bond, this family.

It’s a kick to know that they also feel so sure. It’s been less than two months since we got together and I thought they’d need longer to feel secure enough in the relationship to want a bondmark. To feel the love.

And thinking about what we’re about to do later tonight…

I’m so damn hard right now I think I might bust the seam of my pants, and I know it’s obvious. When I open the door for Dawn and Zach, Dawn’s eyes dip to my crotch, her brows winging up.

That incredulous expression on her face…yeah.That’s my life right now.

And it’s so damn good.

Dawn looks nice with her hair pulled back, her casual jeans-and-blazer style and high heels. She’s wearing red lipstick and her dark eyes are bright.

Interesting how I feel no attraction to her anymore, not since that time long ago when we came together and made Zach. She’s pretty, I suppose. But this is all the confirmation I need that Gigi has no reason to feel insecure around Dawn at all.

“Come on in.” I grin and wave them inside like a butler in old movies. “Welcome to our humble abode.”

“I see the pack has moved in already. Didn’t waste any time,” Dawn says, a little acidly, and it surprises me. I didn’t think she’d feel hurt to see me find love after all this time.

“You all right?” I ask.

She nods, cheeks coloring. “Sorry. It’s been a tough week.”

I glance at Zach who shrugs. “I hope you know I’ll always help if I can.”

Her smile is faint. “I know. You’re a good man, Zayne. Now show me these people who got you to form a pack and look so happy. Can’t wait to meet them.”

That’s more like the Dawn I know. She’s a nice woman, kind and patient. I’ll always respect the mother of my son and the person I shared years of my life with.

Then Zach swaggers into the living room with his bright halo of good cheer and dominance, and it makes me hide a proud smile. I’d love him as any designation, but being an alpha he reminds me so much of myself in my younger days.

Dawn follows more sedately beside me and wisely keeps her gaze ahead. If she looked down now, she might lose an eye from the pole in my pants.

There is my pack, perched on and around the big sofa. My gaze is instantly drawn to Gigi because damn that mini dress is doing something to me, baring her long legs and hugging her slender figure, and as for her hairdo, okay, I see why one hour without sex was worth it to fix it because the curls brush her long neck and she looks like a statue of Venus or something.

All I want right now is to undress her, peel that dress off her, probably rip it to shreds, and plow into her.

But there’s also Grey, flashing a dimple at us with his wide smile, his plain white T-shirt stretched nicely over his chest and shoulders, his denim-clad leg touching Gigi’s where they sit together on the couch.

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