Page 89 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“What the fuck are you saying?” Zayne is glancing around, brows drawn together. “Gone where?”

“I dunno. I spoke to one of his roommates said he was due to pay rent yesterday and didn’t, that he just grabbed his bag and left. He won’t answer his phone. This is my fault.”

“No, Ron…” I slide my arms around him and he hauls me against his chest. “If you’re to blame, then I am, too.”

“We had an arrangement,” Ronin whispers, “Grey and I. But it was a mistake. I’m not a guy who can fuck around and feel nothing, and neither is he.”

“We’ll find him,” I say.

“You can’t tell me I’m not to blame.”

“Listen, Ron. You can’t take on the blame for everyone’s fucked-up life,” Zayne says and his arms come around both of us. “It’s good to own your mistakes, but all you can do now is make up for them. I wasn’t to blame when you were living on the streets. All I could do was be there for you.”

“But I wasn’t there. I didn’t try hard enough.” Ronin’s heart is racing where my cheek is pressed to his pec. “I want these guys. I feel things for them. And it scares the shit out of me. Why can’t I be with them? With all of you? Why do I have to be such a loser?”

“But what if we can be together?” Zayne says, kissing Ronin’s hair. Then he kisses the top of my head. “What if we can be a pack? Grey and Casey seem to be going through a rough patch, and it’s up to us, isn’t it? To try. To ask them. To protect them.”

“To protect you,” Ronin whispers, cupping my face with one big hand, brushing his thumb over my mouth. “To keep you. I hadn’t realized how much I need you, Gige. How much I feel for you. That is, if you don’t mind us not being betas, not being the future you once imagined. We’re not. You don’t want me.”

“I do want you,” I whisper, my voice choked. “Both of you. All four of you. You have no idea how hard I’ve fought it… Sleepless nights, trying to convince myself I feel nothing for you, that I’m crazy for desiring a pack with you. So yeah, I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all. And a future with you all sounds so much better than anything I ever imagined.”

“Holy fuck,” Zayne breathes, “you have no idea how happy you make me right now.”

“Maybe I do,” I say, snickering and swallowing more tears, as his massive alpha cock nudges my side.

And suddenly all that suppressed pain and sorrow, all that tension turns into something else. We’re kissing, Ronin and I, and Zayne is pulling us toward the bedrooms. We’re going to sleep together, it’s inevitable, all this desire and need that we’re been suppressing rising like a wave to engulf us.

I don’t have a choice. I want it too much. The need is painful. And I’m done standing in my own way to happiness. I let it happen because I have to have it. Because I crave it.

It’s the future.

* * *

“Gigi,” Ronin whispers as he tumbles me on top of my bed. “My Gigi…”

He’s licking at my mouth, running his teeth over my cheek, over my neck. He bites me there lightly and I shiver. Small marks. It’s as if he wants to bite down hard but is holding himself in check.

I pull on those broad shoulders, tugging him closer, to settle between my legs where I need him, and he grins, brushes his lips over mine again, lowering himself?—

Zayne shoves him off me and pulls me up to sit. “Clothes,” he says. “Off.”

And before I can protest, he yanks the zipper down my dress and is pulling the sleeves down my arms. Ronin’s eyes flash with interest and he decides to help, pulling the dress down my body so hard the seams rip.

I don’t care. I wiggle out of the fabric and lie back down, dressed in my bra and thong.

“Holy fuck,” Ronin breathes, “girl, you’re so hot.”

“Hot as hell,” Zayne says, pulling the hair tie from my hair, letting it hang loose over my shoulders. He brushes it to one side and nuzzles the back of my neck. His lips are a hot brand, and his teeth also scrape over my skin, like a promise.

Not that I should expect a mating bite. I’m not an omega or an alpha. But I feel that shivery anticipation rush through me. My nipples are hard and aching. My pussy throbs, wet and hot.

Their scent is everywhere, the sight of their tall, muscular bodies making me pulse between my legs. Their voices, their mouths, their hands, the bulges of their cocks… Everything about them calls to me and my body responds hungrily, arching into their touches, rocking between them.

Zayne is glued to my back and as he kisses my neck, I realize he’s shoving his pants down. His cock presses into the small of my back and, God, it’s huge. Meanwhile, Ronin is kissing me again, and I have my hands under his T-shirt because his chest is unreal and I need him on me, skin to skin.

I need him, need both of them inside of me and I’m getting impatient even as I want to savor them, savor this moment.

“Fuck, look at him,” Zayne says, “he’s sexy, isn’t he?”

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