Page 33 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

A bit more of his face filling my vision, the bulge of his muscles against the inside of my thighs, the darkness of his gaze…

Oh, God.His gaze feels like a touch, moving over my body. His jaw flexes, his lips peel back, and a glance shows me the impressive bulge in his sports pants.

The evidence of his arousal hits me, shoves me down the rollercoaster, and I fall with a gasp, my body trembling on the table as I come.

It feels like I’m falling through space, through the void, finally my back hitting the table, my head thunking dully against the wood.

Stars spangle my vision.

When it clears, he’s bent over me, a hint of concern in his normally hard gaze.

Or am I imagining it?

Now he straightens, steps back from the table and I feel strangely bereft as I lose contact with his body. “So,” he says. “What will it be?”

I stare at him, trying to figure out what he’s talking about. Had we started an actual conversation?

“I see how it is,” he says after a moment of silence, his gaze hardening again, and again that feeling of bereftness hits me right in the feels. I hadn’t realized how much I liked the softening of his gaze when it met mine. “I won’t bother you again.”

“Zayne,” I whisper as he walks backward, draws a funny little salute and turns to unlock the door. Then by the time I’ve sat up, he has stepped out and is gone.

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ZAYNE

What a fucking fool I am.

A tool.

I had hoped… Hoped and waited. I don’t know what happened to her, if something did, but that first taste of her a year and a half ago had me hooked, head over heels. I thought I could forget her afterward, like the endless string of girls passing from my bed, but I couldn’t.

I can’t.

I should have.

Didn’t she realize all this time how I always hovered nearby, asking how she is, saying how fucking glad I was to see her every time? Did she really think I’m so chummy with everyone? I’m not that easygoing.

I feel… easier in my skin around her. More open. More… safe? How can that even be, goddammit? With her, I feel I could talk for hours.

My son tells me I’m a clammed-up motherfucker. Does she even know how she affects me?

And although I know I’m attracted to betas in general—possibly because I’m into the lifestyle and I like how they often are into sports, how they are strong and yet not as intense as alpha women—there is something about her…

Something I’ve never managed to find anywhere else.

Her beauty floors me every time.

Her smile knocks my breath out.

I’m so fucked…

* * *

I’m still fucking hard as I storm through the gym. I’m done for the day. Done for the year.

Done trying, done hoping she’ll come back to me. We only hooked up a couple of times, but they were bliss and I’m stuck on them.

On her.

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