Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

Storm

Dallas was hovering around my locker when I stepped back into the locker room to get changed for training.

“You look like hell.” I opened my locker and pulled out a pair of shorts.

“Thanks.” The sarcastic response was bitten off by a clicking of teeth.

He was silent for long enough to make me look over at him again.

“If you've got something to say, spit it out,” I said. “Otherwise, get ready for training before Coach gets on your back.”

If Coach didn't, I would. The Smashers were going all the way to the premiership this year, even if I had to kick everyone's ass individually. On paper, we had what it took to step right over all the other teams on the table. We had the talent, we had the skills. What we didn't have was our shit together. That was unacceptable in my book.

“About the other night,” Dallas' gravelly voice was low, each word reluctant. He dropped his gaze towards the floor. “That woman… The whore…”

He was lucky I didn't plant my fist right into his face. Chelsea was so much more than that. Smart, beautiful, and totally on board to let me use her the way I wanted to. Frost too.

Yeah, I'd seen the way he looked at some of the guys when he thought, hoped, no one else was looking. I would encourage him to explore that side of himself, and his attraction to Chelsea. But only her. If he so much as glanced at another woman, he'd be out. He was either all in with her and me, or he could fuck off.

“What about her?” I asked easily. “Seems to me you enjoyed her sucking you off.”

I thoroughly enjoyed watching. Even the part where he staggered out the door. He'd done something he otherwise might not do, because I orchestrated it. Because I decided it would happen. Having that kind of control over the people around me was heady, arousing, addictive.

“What the hell was that?” Dallas looked up. “I don't pay for shit like that. I don't touch women like her.”

I slammed my locker door hard enough to make him jump. “Yes, you do. I was there, I saw you do it. You were into it.” He could deny it to himself, but facts were facts. He was hard for her and she got him off.

“What do you want?” He looked nervous. “Are you going to bribe me or something? If the club knew?—”

I interrupted before he lost his shit. “I have no intention of telling the club. What we do on our time is our business. Don't read more into it then there was. You fucked her mouth, that was all. Don't get all worked up about having a good time.”

I drew my head back and looked at him sideways. “That wasn't your first time, was it?”

He scoffed. “Of course not. I've fucked more women than you've had hot dinners. Just never a hooker.”

Once again, I resisted the urge to punch him. “Then what's the problem? You didn't pay her a cent. I paid so you could entertain me by getting a blowjob. Mission accomplished.”

“Do you know how fucked up that sounds?” He didn't seem convinced. Like secretly he liked the idea. Watching or being watched, I couldn't tell.

“Just fucked up enough,” I said. “I assume you'll be hurrying back to Flirts for more?”

I wanted to watch him fuck Chelsea before he knew she worked for the team. I wanted to see him slide his cock into her pussy, pound into her until he came inside her. Then I wanted to see the expression on his face when he entered the infirmary and saw her there.

I'd pay good money to be present for both.

“Definitely not,” he said, his voice tight. His gaze didn't meet mine.

“But you want to,” I guessed. “You want to see her again. Touch her. Screw her.”

“So what if I do?” he said, seemingly louder than he intended. He drew back and lowered his voice. “I can't stop thinking about her. Her hot mouth on my dick. I keep thinking what it'd be like to have her swallow, you know?”

“She does seem to have that effect on people,” I said. “I know for a fact she'd love to swallow down every drop of your cum.”

“She said that?” He actually looked hopeful. Yeah, the guy was gone for her, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“She didn't need to.” I was enabling him and I didn't give a shit. “I saw it on her face. She would have taken anything you gave her.”

She would, because I was going to tell her to. She'd fuck him because I wanted her to. Because the idea of it made my cock hard.

“I know where she'll be on Monday night,” I added. “Away from Flirts. I know she'll be receptive to spending more time with both of us.”

“Both of us,” Dallas echoed. His eyes were dark with lust.

“Both, or you're out,” I said, as blunt with him as I was with Frost. This happened under my terms or not at all.

He looked conflicted, torn between doing what I said and his need for her. Finally, he nodded. “Fine, I'm in. As long as she's okay with that.”

“She will be,” I said firmly. She would be, because I wanted her to be. If she accepted the situation, it would be easier on her, but she'd do what I said either way. Her independence was cute, but her obedience— That would be even better.

“I'll text you the details,” I said. “Don't be late, or I might change my mind.”

“I won't be,” he said quickly.

I believed him. He knew something strange, maybe unsavoury, was up, but he wouldn't miss this opportunity. There was a darkness in him that was waiting to be unleashed. The same as there was in Frost and in me. Chelsea would discover the full extent of that, when we used her body.

“You two are intense over here,” Frost remarked. “Everything okay?”

If he was anyone else, I would have told him to piss off. If it wasn't for his involvement with Chelsea, and the fact he was one of the genuinely nice guys on the team, I would have. Yeah, there was darkness in him, but there was also innocence I was looking forward to unravelling. An inner animal that only came out on the field. I wanted to help him to let it out in other areas of his life.

“I was just inviting Dallas out with us on Monday night,” I said. “For the after-dinner entertainment.”

Frost blinked at me, then at Dallas. “This is getting cosy.” He didn't immediately object. If anything, he seemed interested in exploring an unexpected opportunity. Maybe he wanted to suck Dallas off too. If that was the case, I'd do what I could to nudge them toward each other. I suspected Chelsea would enjoy watching them fuck each other. I knew I would.

“You said both,” Dallas said to me.

“I did, didn't I,” I said unapologetically. “I meant all of us. One at a time, or maybe all at once. I haven't decided yet.”

“Who said you get to decide?” Frost didn't look angry, he looked wary. Like he was worried I'd mess this up for him. That maybe I'd exclude him. The expression in his eyes held a hint of defiance, but something else. Fear. He was scared that I'd throw a bomb at the budding relationship between him and Chelsea, and blow it all to kingdom come.

I could do exactly that, but I wouldn't. Whatever it was between them, I wanted to nurture it. Just like I wanted to nurture my quickly growing bond with the beautiful doctor.

“I did,” I said finally. “I've been playing for the team longer than anyone else and I met her first. If you're going to argue, then you can fuck off.”

“Chelsea and I made plans—” Frost started.

“And I'm letting you keep them,” I said evenly. “This is how it is. We all agreed to it. And now Dallas is a part of it. End of story.” I turned from both of them to change my shorts.

“You're an asshole,” Frost said, his voice deep and low.

I glanced back.

His gaze bore into me, dark with lust. “This shouldn't be hot.”

“Maybe you like being told what to do.” I kept my own voice low. “Maybe I should tell you to suck my cock.”

Saying the words out loud made my balls ache. If I didn't bury my cock in Chelsea soon, I was going to blow my top. Getting myself off in the shower every morning was not enough. I needed to lose myself in her, spill my cum into her body and claim her. I needed it so badly it hurt. Ached. I liked to take a little pain, as well as inflicting it, but even I had my limits.

His Adam's apple bobbed and his gaze dropped toward my groin. He swiped his tongue over his lips.

“We're supposed to be getting ready for training,” Dallas said. His voice was as heavy as ours. Caught up in the vibe. The tent in his pants backed that up.

“Maybe I should tell Frosty to suck your cock?”

Would they do it? They wanted to, that was obvious, but wanting to do something and actually doing it weren't the same thing. This was something I couldn't force, not yet. But I'd given them something to think about. They'd probably jerk off later, the thought embedded in their minds. In their heated blood.

“What are you three pricks doing over there?” Atlas called out from the other side of the locker room.

His words broke the tension, shattering the moment for now.

“They're probably planning to have a unicorn-themed sleepover party,” Jay said, as if that was some kind of epic burn.

Ramsey laugh-grunted from where he sat in the corner.

“I think they're cut up about not being invited,” I said loudly. “I can tell Jay is gutted to miss out on a cake shaped like a unicorn.”

What kind of shit was this guy projecting, exactly? He clearly had unresolved childhood issues he should be discussing with his therapist. Personally, I felt sorry for any kid who missed out on a party with a unicorn theme. Not that I had one, but I had friends who did and I might have gone to one or two of them. Clearly, Jay hadn't.

“Fuck off,” Jay snapped.

“What an articulate comeback,” I said sarcastically. “Let me guess, he never got invited to parties as a kid.” That was sad, but not surprising. Jay was a sullen asshole, with a chip on his shoulder and his head up his ass. If he wasn't such a good rugby player, I'd have no respect for him at all. Just like he had none for me.

“I got invited to plenty,” he snarled. “Every fucking weekend. None with any unicorn shit.” Yeah, he definitely had issues.

I smirked. I'd sooner invite them to have a unicorn sleepover than spend time with Chelsea. The fact she'd have to treat them sooner or later made me see red. The fact there was nothing I could do about it made me angrier still.

I wanted to control her life and her body, but I wouldn't stop her from doing her job. I needed her to want me, not resent me. Asking her to stop being a doctor would be like her asking me to give up rugby. That was not going to happen.

“All right, guys,” Coach Stanley shouted. “Let's get out there.”

I ignored Jay and Atlas and trotted out the door and onto the field.