Page 99 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

In fact, there is no sign that he ever came back home, everything in his room, the kitchen and the bathroom as we left them.

The boys lead Grey to Ronin’s bedroom—I think Ronin is trying not to overwhelm me by taking over my private space, and that’s sweet of him. This is all so new and in the making. A good thing Sophie isn’t home right now, because I need space and time to process it myself before having to explain it to anyone.

The boys—my non-boyfriends? My boyfriends? My pack?—start undressing Grey and I’m caught staring at him from the door. I’ve never seen him naked before, and he has a stark, wild beauty to him that transfixes me. His spikes are replaced by tousled, wild dark hair and his body… yum.

His torso is pure lithe muscle, his arms and legs rippling as he is divested of his clothes. A bit too thin, I think, concern winding its way through the punch of desire. We need to feed him more.

He’s ours.

And the thought releases something inside me, a knot that wouldn’t let me breathe, and I climb onto the bed with him.

“Gigi,” he breathes my name, just that, and I’m in his arms, held tight against his hard chest, his chin on top of my head. He’s shivering, his skin cold, but as Zayne and Ronin climb in with us, hauling a blanket over the four of us, his shivers start to ease.

“We should get naked, share body warmth,” Zayne suggests, tugging on my clothes.

Ronin is undressing faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, and molds himself to Grey’s back. “Fuck, he’s like an icicle,” he grumbles, nuzzling Grey’s neck. “Z, rip off her clothes, come on. We’re all freezing here.”

“No ripping,” I say, squirming a little as Zayne pulls on my sweater, but I wiggle out of my pants quickly. Zayne unhooks my bra, letting my boobs spill out. My nipples pebble instantly.

“Come, lie down.” Zayne, already naked, pulls us down, dragging the blanket over us. “Let’s warm him up.”

I slide on my side, once more in Grey’s arms, my boobs pressed to his naked chest, caught in his scent and his strength.

“Is it true, then?” he whispers after long moments of silence, his cold fingertips stroking over my cheek, back and forth. “What Ronin said?”

“About wanting to be with you, wanting to be a pack? Yes.” I turn into his touch, my eyes half-closing. “I admit I can’t believe it will happen. From the start, I dreamed of it happening but it seemed like a fantasy, nothing more.”

“It does feel like that to me,” he says softly. “Like a fantasy. I’m afraid I’ll wake up and find out it wasn’t real.”

“It’s real,” Ronin says. He’s lying behind Grey, molded to his back, and he presses his mouth to Grey’s neck, to the scend glands there. “Feel this?”

A shudder goes through Grey and he hardens against my curled-in thigh. “Fuck…”

“I’ll mark you one day, when you feel you’re ready,” Ronin growls. “I’ll mark all of you, because you’re all mine.”

Zayne groans, lightly biting my shoulder. His hard cock is a line of fire against my ass. It’s rubbing between my ass cheeks and it feels so good I’m moaning, rocking back, trying to get him to rub a little lower…

Then Grey kisses me and I fall into the kiss, his hand cradling my head as he explores my mouth. There’s a light sweetness to his taste, and his tongue is rough like a cat’s when it dances against mine. He licks the roof of my mouth, his hands exploring my body. His dark eyes are luminous. His palms are cold at first, jolting me, but they grow warmer as he kisses and caresses me. A light flush rises to his pale cheeks and his hard-on becomes more insistent against my stomach.

Is this what Zayne meant by‘let’s warm him up?’Not that I’m complaining. No-one is.

Truth is, I don’t think any one of us is thinking clearly by this point. We’ve relied on logic way too long and for the wrong reasons, and now we’re allowing ourselves to touch and taste, to feel.

“Gigi,” he moans against my mouth, his hands teasing my nipples, stroking my hips, dipping between my legs. “I’m dying to be inside you.”

“Want you,” I breathe, gasping when he teases my folds with his fingers. “Please, Grey.”

He looks into my eyes as if checking for extra confirmation, his fingers still teasing me, but there isn’t much finesse to the foreplay. Either he’s still spaced-out and hypothermic, or he’s just not used to teasing. Briefly I wonder how sex with Ronin was like for him—then I can’t think anymore, because he’s pressing the head of his cock between my legs and I cant my hips to let him in.

He may not be an alpha but his cock is definitely not small. Zayne lifts my leg, opening me up for him, presenting me somehow, as if I’m an omega in heat.

Heat seeps into my face at being so exposed, but the look of bliss on Grey’s face as he sinks into me erases any thought of embarrassment.

Besides, why should I be embarrassed? These are my guys and they love seeing me bared, andoh God…Grey feels so good. He’s breathing hard, still thrusting, his long cock filling me inch by inch, his hand gripping my hip so hard I’ll have bruises tomorrow but I don’t care. I want those bruises, I want their marks on me, proving we’re doing this, that this is real.

Then he’s inside me and Zayne is kissing my neck and Ronin is kissing Grey’s neck and we’re a tangle of limbs.

Grey’s hand slides up my body to my neck, then to my hair, tugging a little, until I have no choice but to look at him, see the naked desire in his darkened gaze. I slide my hands up his strong chest, loop them around his neck as he starts to move. He rocks into me, his gaze losing focus, his lips parting. He kisses me again as his thrusts pick up speed, as his hands haul me harder against him, our bodies moving together, flesh slapping against flesh.

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