Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

Storm

I cornered Frost outside the locker room first thing. Before he even saw me, I'd grabbed his arm and shoved him into a small storage room.

“What the fuck?” He glared at me, but he looked about ready to piss his pants. He backed up to the wall as I closed the door and flicked the light on.

“That's my line.” I pressed the palm of my hand to the wall beside his head. “She said she took the shit you gave her, on purpose. She said what happened between you and her, she wanted it to happen.”

He swallowed visibly. “That's right. She knew exactly what she was doing. Why are you here busting my ass about it?”

I stared at him until he pressed himself harder against the wall. He looked as though he hoped it would open up and swallow him.

I leaned my upper body back slightly, giving him room to breathe. I wasn't here to intimidate him, not right now. I had other questions that needed answers. “I didn't know this about you. Have you done it before?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I wanted to, but most girls wouldn't, you know… But she's not most girls.”

I did know. This preference, it wasn't the kind of thing you brought up in casual conversation, even if you were sleeping with a woman.

'Hey, do you mind if I drug you senseless and fuck you?' I had to give him credit for being able to bring it up with Chelsea. I would have liked to be a fly on the wall during that little conversation.

“No she isn't,” I agreed. “She knows what she wants, and she likes to try new things.”

I'd done a lot of experimentation with a lot of women, but none of them held my attention the way she did.

“Yes, she does,” Frost said. “So you're not pissed off at me? I didn't force myself on her.” He looked at me sideways, still anxious. Still with a wall behind him and nowhere to run if I decided to punch him. If I wanted to, I could beat the snot out of him right here and now.

“Not pissed off; I'm curious,” I said. “The stuff you gave her, would you take it yourself?”

I got my answer in the way his eyes darkened in response. His breath hitched.

“With the right person,” he said finally, carefully.

I leaned in closer, making sure my breath brushed the stubble on his cheeks. “Am I the right person?” I whispered.

He shivered. “I don't know. Maybe.”

“Hmmm, maybe isn't a no.” I breathed in the scent of him, soap and a touch of arousal.

His lips moved, but no words came out. He looked back at me, blue eyes wide.

He was so close, I could have grazed my mouth over his, slid my tongue between his lips. I could have claimed him the way I claimed Chelsea.

Instead, I stepped back. “We should get to training.”

He blinked a couple of times, like he was reminding himself where we were and why we were here. “Training. Right. We don't want to be late for that.”

“No, we don't,” I said. I turned my back on him and stepped out of the storage room.

I barely made it a metre when Dallas caught up to me.

“What the hell was that?” he insisted.

“Just Frosty and I having a conversation,” I said lightly. What did he think? We weren't in the storage room for long enough to get off.

“I meant last night,” he said in a harsh whisper. “She was right there and you took her away.”

I stopped and turned to look at him. “As opposed to what? Leave her there? She was vulnerable.”

“To people like us,” he said.

It took me a moment to realise what he was implying. “I didn't take her back to my place and rape her, if that's what you're trying to suggest. I took her to my place and let her sleep it off.”

He rubbed a hand over the back of his head. “And that's it? You didn't touch her? What about Frost?” He gestured in the direction the prop had gone, toward the locker room to get ready for training.

“What about him?” I asked. “He had her permission. She told me herself.”

“She let him do that to her?” He sounded awed, then shook his head. “I can't stop thinking about her. I can't fucking sleep. All I can think about is her mouth, her body. I could have had her last night.”

“Not in the condition she was in,” I snapped. “She couldn't have given you her consent.”

He looked as though he didn't care either way, he would have taken her.

I was tempted to rearrange his face.

“You don't understand,” he said, his voice shaky. “I need her.”

“You need to get your asses out there on the paddock,” Coach Stanley called out from the doorway.

“Coming, Coach,” I said over my shoulder. To Dallas I said, “You need to get a grip. Let's get out there and work off some excess frustration.”

I'd seen men obsessed with a woman before, but he looked like an addict in need of a fix. I wasn't sure if I should find a time for him to fuck Chelsea as soon as possible, or if I should keep him as far away from her as I could.

“Come with me to Flirts tonight.” I checked the laces on my boots before stepping out onto the field. The autumn weather was perfect for a good, hard training session.

“She'll be there?” he asked eagerly.

“Probably.” I started a slow warmup trot around the perimeter of the field. If she wasn't, I'd set him up with someone else so he could burn off some steam. Maybe he could get obsessed with one of the other dancers.

He grinned. “I'm so there.” He nodded and jogged faster, leaving me a few paces behind.

“Is he sure?” Frost asked as he caught up to me. “If I had to guess, I'd say he's not all there.”

“You could say that about any of us,” I said. “Especially Jay and Atlas.”

They must have heard their names, because they turned around to glare at me.

“Fuck off, Keller,” Jay snapped.

“Careful, you might hurt his boyfriend's feelings.” Atlas sneered at Frost like he was something he might scrape off the bottom of his shoe.

“Careful, your jealousy is showing,” I retorted. “You're salty because neither Frost or I would give you the time of day.”

“I have better taste than the bottom of the barrel,” Atlas said.

I glanced over at Frost and grinned. “At least he can finally admit he wants a boyfriend. The women of Dusk Bay can sleep safe in their beds tonight.”

Atlas growled and charged at me, his shoulder dropped before he slammed it into my chest. The momentum carried us both backwards.

I fell on my ass, taking him down to the ground with me. Rolling over, I slammed my fist into his face.

He aimed his knee at my groin, but caught the side of my thigh instead. My response to that was to punch him again, and again.

Someone grabbed the back of my jersey and pulled me up off him. Frost and Dallas.

Jay and Ramsey grabbed Atlas before he could lunge back at me again.

“Ten more laps to burn off whatever bullshit is going on,” Coach snapped. “Any more of that and you're both out.”

I spat in the direction of Atlas' boots before heading off at a faster jog.

“He's a fucking prick,” I snarled under my breath.

“You need to stop provoking him,” Frost said. “Sooner or later he might get a punch in. Wouldn't want him ruining that pretty face of yours.”

I snorted. “He couldn't punch his way out of a wet tissue. I don't know what he's doing on the team.”

The problem was, neither did he. The Smashers weren't his first choice. Probably not even his second. Ever since he and Jay joined the team, morale was in the toilet.

“You're not helping.” Ferris Ramsey caught up to run beside me.

I looked over to him. Three words was more than he usually said in any given sentence. If he could express himself in one, or even none, he would. Sometimes, it was frustrating as hell, but it was a vast improvement on people who talked when they had nothing to say.

“I'm very helpful,” I said. “I'm over here supporting my teammates. The ones who aren't dickheads.”

His look suggested that was exactly the kind of thing he was referring to. I supposed calling the other guys names was juvenile, but if the hat fit.

“What do you want me to do?” I demanded. “Kiss their asses and call them ice cream? I'm not going to suck up to those two. They wouldn't do the same to me either.”

“Bury the hatchet,” he said simply. “Not in each other.” He gave me a curt nod before jogging faster to catch up with Jay and Atlas.

“In each other sounds good,” I said under my breath. “Hey, Frosty, did you bring your hatchet to training?”

He grinned. “Shit, I knew I forgot something. I left it in the pocket of my other shorts.”

“I feel sorry for you if your hatchet is so small it fits in your pocket,” I teased.

“My hatchet is huge,” he said. “So big I can barely pick it up.”

“I bet you have no trouble wrapping your hand around it,” I said. Now I was picturing him with his cock in his hand, the tip glistening with pre-cum. I tried not to think about licking it off. If anyone was going to lick anything, it would be him licking my cock.

“I usually need two hands,” he said. “But you wouldn't know anything about that.”

“Don't make me tell you to fuck off,” I said jokingly. I'd seen him naked plenty of times before. My cock was more than a match for his. I had nothing to worry about in that department. Neither did he, if I was honest.

“You wouldn't do that to me,” he said, smiling that smile of his that made him look a lot more innocent than he actually was.

I couldn't help remembering him lying on top of Chelsea, having just come inside her. The groans as he orgasmed, echoed through my ears. Almost as compelling as hers.

The memory made my cock stir in the front of my pants. Couple that with the way it felt to be buried deep inside her this morning. So fucking good and tight. Such a relief after having soaped her up in the bath and rinsed her off. I'd washed her hair, between her legs, everywhere. At each moment, battling with the desire to join her in the bath and sink into her.

I was no gentleman, but last night I had to pretend. I had to contain myself, to keep from doing something I'd regret. Now I had her consent, I didn't have to hold back next time. But last night, I had no choice. Last night I had to be one of the good guys. Better that than having to grovel later for her forgiveness.

Storm Keller didn't grovel.

I was careful to walk the line so I didn't fuck up in the first place. Sometimes that line was thin as hell.

“I'd think about it,” I said. Along with a bunch of other things I’d do to him. It might be time to stop fighting my attraction to Daniel Frost. Stop fighting and admit I wanted to fuck him boneless.

“You know how to hurt a guy,” he said.

“Yeah, I do,” I replied. “And I know how to make you enjoy every second of it.”

He gaped at me for a few long moments before Coach called us over to start on drills.