Page 93 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“We’re talking too much,” I growl. “We’re still fucking.”

“You’re still hard,” she breathes.

“Kind of you to notice. And if you can still talk, then I’m not doing this right. Now… where were we? Oh right. I was fucking you.”

“He wants to be with us,” Zayne says.

“Fuck yeah, I do, until you all realize what a bad idea I am.” I’m thrusting into her tight heat and my thoughts are unraveling. “Until you see you don’t really want me around, that I’m as fucking bad as my dad, that…fuck…”

Gigi falls back against my chest, her pussy pulsing around my cock. I’m close, have been close since I entered her and despite the talk and reminder of why I’d stayed away until now, my balls are drawn up and swollen, my dick ready to explode.

She moans my name when I slide my hand around to tease her nipples. At least she can’t spare any breath to say anything.

Zayne, though, has no such problem. He moves until he’s behind me, slides a hand over my jaw. “You never told me your story and I never pushed. But I don’t need your story to know who you are, Ronin. And nothing will ever convince me you’re a bad idea. So…” He rubs his other hand down my back, down to my ass. “We like you. Better believe it.”

And the fucker strokes a finger between my ass cheeks, stroking my asshole.

“Zayne,” I grunt.

“Spoiler alert,” he says. “I don’t fingerfuck just any idiot’s ass. Only those I really like.”

Dammit.His finger dips into my ass, stroking, and his words swim inside my head in dizzying circles. I want to believe him. I want to believe I’m good enough. With him and Gigi, I’m starting to think maybe I could be.

Then his finger touches something—my prostate, I think—and pleasure knives through me. I groan as my cock twitches and jerks violently inside her, my cum erupting, filling her up. She shudders, her pussy clenching, clenching hard, and cries out.

“Fuck,” Zayne breathes. “I’m getting fucking hard again and it’s all your fault.”

I laugh.

* * *

“You make me feel so light,” I say later, sprawled over her, Zayne on the other side of her. I feel drunk.

“And yet you’re heavy.” Grinning, she shoves at me. “Get off me.”

Fuck, she looks like a painting, pale, freckled skin and faint shadows, a wide smile and sparkling eyes. She’s a perfect canvas. I want to draw on her, ink her, but I wouldn’t like to spoil that perfection.

And now I have visions of inking my mates and fuck, that would be awesome…

“Penny for your thoughts,” she whispers.

“I’ll give them to you for free. Did you have a good time?”

“Couldn’t you tell?”

I shrug. “I want to hear you say it.”

“What I will say is,” she sticks her tongue out, “let’s do it again.”

Zayne’s rumbling laughter fills the air. “And what I will say is, the runt has had enough. It’s my turn now.”

But he doesn’t move. It’s way past midnight, and I’m drowsy. Pleasantly tired.

“We have to make a plan,” Gigi says, wiggling until she’s on her side, facing Zayne. I settle behind her, stroking her hip.

“That’s your specialty,” I say. “Plans. Organization. Oh, yeah. Keep talking dirty to me, baby.”

“What, you just sweep your alpha club around and smash the place up?” She turns her head to shoot me a look, one brow arching.

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