Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Chelsea

“I guess I was wrong. I got the feeling Storm would tag along.” I'd glanced around the restaurant, taking in the heavy wooden tables, high backed chairs and sparkling view over Dusk Bay. Two tables over, a couple of the Dusk Bay Demons sat with a cute redhead, pretending not to notice when she stole chips from their plates.

Near the window, a couple of members of Ice Blue Roses, the rock band, had a quiet, but heated conversation. The rumour the bass player had a falling out with the rest of the band might be true after all.

Servers bustled around, quick and efficient, but trying to be non-intrusive.

So far, I saw no sign of the big fullback.

“I think he wanted to, but he decided to leave us alone so we could eat,” Frost said.

Like he had in the stadium cafeteria the other day, he pulled out a chair and waited for me to sit.

I still gave him a look, but lowered myself into the chair and got comfortable. “How do you feel about this arrangement?”

“I like the idea of having dinner with you.” He settled into the chair beside me and handed me a menu.

I took it and resisted the urge to swat him on the arm with the leather bound wine list. “I meant the rest of it. The whole 'him thinking he owns me,' thing.” My nipples hardened and ached as the words left my lips. The increased blood flow through my whole body made my clit throb.

“Honestly, I think it's hot,” Frost said frankly. “He's always been intense and possessive of the team, but I've never seen him like that about another person. He must have it bad for you.” He looked down at his menu like he was averting his gaze.

“I'm not sure if he cares about me or just likes to boss me around,” I said. “What is he like to play with?” My choice of words was deliberate.

Frost swallowed. “I don't—” He cleared his throat. “Right, you mean rugby. He's very dedicated. Very skilled. He's one of the best fullbacks in the country, if not the world. He's one of the most driven people I ever met. When he decides he wants something, he goes after it. On the field and off.”

“I guessed that about him,” I said. “He's a lot like me in that respect. What about you? Do you go after what you want?”

He looked at me through lashes so long they should probably be illegal. “Yeah, I do. But I… I don't always get it. Not in the way I want to, anyway.”

“You don't want to play for the Smashers?” I asked.

Sometimes players had to take whatever club would have them. Even high-profile players didn't always get their way.

“I do,” he said quickly. “I’ve always wanted to play international. For Australia. The older I get, the less likely it seems. It gets harder every year; the talent I'm up against is next level.”

“There's no reason why you can't still be chosen,” I said. “You're at the peak of your fitness. I've watched you play, you're incredible. Your instincts on the field never let you down.”

He glanced back down at the menu again. “Yeah, I dunno. I feel like I'm not seen past the other guys.”

“Are we still talking about rugby?” I asked gently. I placed a hand on his firm thigh.

“Not just that,” he agreed. “But enough about me. How was your first week with the team?”

“Amazing,” I said. “Exhausting. Rewarding. I look forward to meeting the rest of the players.” So far, I'd spent more time doing paperwork than treating anyone, but that was to be expected.

He scratched the side of his head. “I hope you don't forget me when you do.”

“How could I forget you?” I moved my hand up his thigh, towards his groin. “You're the sweet one, remember?”

“My thoughts aren't sweet right now,” he warned. “If you knew what I was really like, you might run out the door.”

“And yet, a statement like that intrigues me,” I said. “I'm a big believer in people being their authentic selves.”

“I want to show you that side of me,” he said softly. “Will you let me?” He looked at me earnestly, as though half hoping I'd refuse, but desperate for me to agree.

I only took a moment to think about it. Curiosity quickly overruled any caution I should have had. “Yes, I'll let you. Should we eat first?”

He glanced around like he forgot where we were, shook his head to remind himself. “Yes, we should eat and… And drink.” The words were loaded, spiking my curiosity further.

He gestured for the server to take our orders and we handed over our menus.

“I hope you like the food. I've been here lots of times and I think it's really good.” He looked anxious now, nervous.

“I'm sure it's delicious,” I said. “Will you excuse me for a moment? I need to go to the ladies room.”

He nodded again and rose to help me with my chair. For some reason, he looked relieved. Was my company that tedious? No, it was something else. Something he had in mind.

In spite of that, I half-expected him to be gone when I got back, but he wasn't. He was sitting at our table, hands in his lap. The server dropped off our meals and drinks while I was in the bathroom.

“This looks so good.” I waved him down when he started to stand to help me sit. “Let's dig in.”

“Yes,” he said quickly. He picked up his fork and stabbed it into a meatball. “Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.” I cut open a ravioli and started to eat.

“I can't stop thinking about you,” he said. “You're beautiful and smart. And sexy. I've never met anyone like you.”

“To be honest, I can't stop thinking about you too,” I said. And Storm as well, but the fullback could easily have overpowered my thoughts with his personality. He hadn't, not entirely. I was intrigued by Frost. By the edge of darkness that flitted across his expression every now and again. I wanted to dig underneath that sweet exterior to find out what was underneath.

I didn't know who had looked past him to everyone else, to anyone else, because I couldn't look away. The more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to get to know him. To touch him. To taste him. I wasn't sure who would be claiming who. Maybe we'd claim each other. Maybe I could be as possessive of him as Storm was of me.

“You can't?” He looked genuinely surprised.

“I really can't,” I assured him. “I feel drawn to you. I don't think I could stop myself if I wanted to, which I don't. You have a lot to offer, I can tell.”

“I do,” he said easily. “I want to give all of it to you. Everything.” He watched me carefully as I picked up my wine. His expression was anxious, like he was invested in me taking a drink. Had he done something to it?

His tongue swiped over his lower lip. “Drink your wine,” he said softly. “It'll help to relax you.”

He'd slipped something into my drink.

“How relaxed?” I asked carefully.

“Just the right amount,” he assured me. “Take a drink.”

I lifted the wine to my lips and took a big sip.

He smiled in relief. “Good girl.” He concentrated on finishing his dinner and sipping light beer, while watching me drink the rest of my wine.

“This was beautiful,” I said. “The food was so good. And the company is excellent.”

He grinned. “I'll pay while you… Finish your drink.”

“I can pay for myself,” I protested. I tried to stifle a yawn, but I could barely raise my arm to put my hand over my mouth.

He was looking at me expectantly, his head cocked.

“What did you…” I blinked, the movement slower than usual. Sluggish. More than relaxed.

“Nothing that'll hurt you,” he said quickly. “I told you I wanted to show you the real me. I have a…preference. Don't worry, you'll be awake. I want you aware of everything I'm going to do to you.”

He slipped me something to incapacitate me, not just relax me. I could have panicked, but instead I surrendered to whatever he gave me. It wasn't like I had much of a choice. Soon, I'd be unable to move.

“Come on, before it kicks in.” He stood and took my hand to pull me to my feet.

I made it to the door before my legs started to fold underneath me. He lowered his shoulder and threw me over it, his arms wrapped around my legs.

I couldn't run, couldn't scream if I wanted to. All I could do was dangle over his shoulder while he carried me to his car and lowered me into the back seat.

“This is the real me,” he whispered. “I want to be in complete control of you. I'm going to fuck you and you're going to lie there and let me.”

I looked up at his face and blinked.

I was right, there was darkness in him. He'd asked to show this side of himself to me, and I agreed. I drank the laced wine, knowing what was coming. Intrigued by both the expression on his face and my own imagination. Wanting to completely let go and give him everything he needed. Let him act out his darkest fantasies with me.

I was completely at his mercy and there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn't protest or back out now. I was all the way in and he soon would be. My clit throbbed, aroused beyond belief.

He pushed my skirt up to my waist, pulled the gusset of my panties aside and slipped his fingers inside me. “You're nice and wet. Perfect. Exactly how I need you.” Fascinated, he toyed with the piercing in the hood of my clit, making my whole body tingle. “So fucking pretty.”

He pulled his fingers out of me, opened the front of his jeans and pushed them down his hips far enough to let his erection bob free. He straddled me before notching the tip of his cock inside my pussy.

“I'm going to enjoy this so much,” he whispered. “All I've wanted to do since I met you was take you. To use your body in the way it was intended. You were made to give me pleasure. Made to take my cock. Made to take my cum. I'm going to give all of it to you. And you're going to take all of it.”

Slowly, he pushed himself all the way inside me. All the way to his balls.

My muscles wanted to tense, but I was too relaxed to do anything but welcome him into me. Letting his wide, thick length slide unimpeded into my wet heat.

His cock was so big he filled me in a way I’d never been before.

I couldn't move, but I could feel. I felt every thrust as he slid out of me and slammed back in. He propped himself on his elbows and pounded into me with even strokes. All the while, he kept his eyes on me, a smile on the corners of his lips.

“Now you're mine,” he whispered. “In every way.” He pulled down the front of my shirt and the cup of my bra, dipped his head to lick at one of my nipples, then drew it in between his lips to suck. “Delicious. You probably think this is fucked up. Maybe it is. Taking a woman who can't fight back…”

He shook his head. “You have no idea how much I needed this. How many times I've fantasised. I thought about holding you down, but it wasn't enough. I needed to know I could take what I wanted and you couldn't stop me. I needed to be sure.”

He half-closed his eyes and fucked me faster. “You feel so good. You like having my cock inside you, don't you?”

I managed a slight sound in the back of my throat, a low moan. Everything about this was fucked up, but at the same time I wanted to keep living out his fantasy. Knowing he had complete control of my body was arousing.

If I could, I would have rolled my hips, matching each of his thrusts. I would have arched my back and cried out when I came, right there on the back seat of his car. I would have told him not to stop, not ever. I could have lain there for hours while he slid in and out of me, using me.

“I'm going to come inside you,” he whispered.

I managed to move my lips and gasp out one word, “Please.”

It wasn't a plea for him to stop. Anything but. I wanted him to spill himself inside my body. I wanted him to claim me. I wanted him to own me. I gave myself over to him fully. I wasn't Chelsea right now, I was his fuck toy. His to do with whatever he wanted.

And I'd let him do it again. His power over me was an aphrodisiac. He was right, he wasn't sweet, and I wouldn't want to change that. This darker side of him was hotter than hell.

“Fuck,” he whispered before he let go. He pounded into me harder before falling still and coming hard, as deep inside me as he could go. Spilling every drop of his release.

He sagged over me, puffing lightly before getting his breath back. “You're everything,” he whispered.

“What the fuck?” Storm's voice came from just outside the car.