Page 55 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I rock against him, we rock together, kissing and gasping, chasing after our mutual release.

And it comes like a wave, jolting me. I clutch at him as the pleasure rolls through me and he grunts against my lips, his hips jerking against me.

I’ve had so much non-sex these past couple of weeks. Never thought it was a thing. Never thought it was so delicious, kissing and rubbing against a man you desire.

Never thought I could desire a man so much, and yet here I am, wanting not one but… four of them.

Four.Math was never my forte, but yeah. Too many.

And a small noise from the kitchen door draws my attention. I peek around Casey’s arm—nice, firm biceps,oohI like—to a silhouette standing there.

Oh shit.

It’s Ronin, standing like a tall, broad-shouldered ghost in the shadows beyond the light shed by the two cell phones left on the table.

“Hell,” he breathes, eyes like dark holes in his pale face in the relative dimness.

And even in the relative dimness, the bulge between his legs is massive.

“Ron,” I say, reaching out a hand to him, not even sure what to say in such a situation.

I enjoyed sucking you off yesterday, but tonight I’m into omegas?

I want you, but I also want Grey, and Zayne, oh and Casey, if you hadn’t noticed?

I’m a bad, bad beta?

He gives me an undecipherable look, then turns around and vanishes back inside his room.

My stomach sinks.

Casey pulls back. I realize he’s seen Ronin too. “Told you, he hates me.”

“That wasn’t hate,” I whisper.

“What was it then?”

That looked like pure arousal, I think. Though, sure, Ronin didn’t look so happy about it.

Interestingly enough, though… Ronin wasn’t beside us. Wasn’t anywhere near us. He wasn’t hard because he caught Casey’s scent.

He was hard because he saw us together and he liked it.

Just like when I saw him with Grey.

I don’t know what to do with this knowledge, but somewhere deep inside, I know it’s important, if only I can decode the secret message.

As Casey drops me off at my bedroom door with a faint smile on his face, and I head back to bed, nothing clearer than it was before, instead only more jumbled and complicated, I can’t imagine it being for the best.

17

GIGI

The gym has always been my safe place, my healing bubble. Growing up, whenever my dad went off the rails and home became a battlefield, I’d run to the local gym. Thankfully, my mom realized I felt at home there and got me a subscription. She also escaped there, which is why I knew the place, and my life revolved a lot around cardio and Pilates with the odd dance class thrown in. We lived in the city, so that was my getaway.

God, Dad…

He was an alpha through and through, yet he married my beta mom and had Travis and me, then…. went off the rails. Looking back, knowing all I know now, it’s possible Dad had needed a pack but instead felt trapped in a life he didn’t enjoy.

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