Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen

Chelsea

Dallas was waiting for me when I finished at the end of the day. He stood near the doorway, watching while I finished checking over one of his teammates.

“Thank you, you're free to go now,” I said cheerfully. “I don't think there will be any problem with you playing on the weekend.”

“Thanks, Doc.” The breakaway smiled. He was one of the youngest members of the team, and one of the most recent recruits. This would be his first season playing, and he was eager to prove himself.

“You're welcome.” I gave him a nod before he hurried away.

Dallas watched him leave, his lips pressed tight together. “Have dinner with me.”

“Dinner?” I echoed.

I stepped over to drop the clipboard onto Doctor Stuart's desk. Once I was done with Dallas, the rest of the day went smoothly. The other guys on the team did their physicals without any protest. If they cared about having a female doctor, none of them gave any sign. It was refreshing. I hoped the other handful would be as easy.

“You said you like to eat,” he insisted. “Have dinner with me. We can eat and maybe then I can convince you to take your clothes off. I'd be more than happy to take mine off for you.” He dropped his hands to the waistband of his pants and teased that he might push them down his thighs.

“She has plans.” Storm stepped into the infirmary.

“Yeah, with me,” Frost followed him in.

“As it happens, I don't have any plans,” I told all of them.

Nothing concrete, although I figured one of them would show up sooner or later. I hadn't expected all three of them. What would happen if things got serious between me and one of these guys? Things could get ugly between them.

“Yes, you do,” Storm said. “You can have dinner with all of us.”

Dallas and Frost both frowned at him.

“All of us?” Frost echoed. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I'm talking about the fact we're all into this woman.” Storm nodded towards me. “I've already laid claim to her, and so has Frost.”

“So have I,” Dallas said quickly.

“Do I have any say in this?” I asked dryly.

Three pairs of eyes turned towards me, all with the same expression in them.

I raised my hands to either side. “That was what I thought.”

None of them was giving me a choice. They'd chosen me. All three of them were determined I was theirs. I was a confident woman, but I never would have expected to find myself in this situation. With three possessive, insanely hot rugby players laying claim to me.

“Good girl,” Storm said. He turned back to the others. “She belongs to all of us. Unless one of you is going to back off, then we can all eat dinner together tonight.”

“I'm not backing off,” Frost said. “Dinner works for me.” His eyes were dark, his gaze shifting back and forth between me and Storm. It wasn't just me he wasn't backing away from. His attraction to the big fullback was becoming more and more obvious. To me, if not to them.

“Dinner is cool,” Dallas said. “I made a booking. I'll update it.”

Of course he made a booking for us before asking. Was he even really asking? What would he have done if I said no?

He was right though, I did say I liked food, and frankly I was too hungry to argue anyway. If three guys wanted to take me out, then who was I to stop them?

“Do it,” Storm told him.

Dallas gave him the side eye, but pulled out his phone and got to work updating the booking.

“Just out of curiosity…” Frost started.

“Bring it, but don't use it until I say so,” Storm replied.

It took me a moment to realise he was talking about whatever drug Frost slipped me.

A flutter of excitement travelled through me. The idea of all three of them taking me while I was helpless to fight them off was compelling as hell. On the other hand, I also liked to be an active participant in sex.

I'd wait and see what the night held.

“Consider it brought,” Frost said. He patted the pocket of his track pants.

“Did I mention how fucked up that was?” Dallas asked.

“Yeah, but on a scale of one to ten, how much do you like fucked up?” Frost asked him.

I picked up my bag and phone and laughed at the expression on Dallas' face. “He's got you there. I think we all might be a bit more fucked up than normal.”

“I know I am,” Storm said. “But I'd wear it on a T-shirt.” He held up his hands to make air quotes. “‘Fucked up as fuck.’”

“The club would love it if the paparazzi took photos of you with a shirt like that on it,” Frost said sarcastically. “Can you hear that?” He put a hand to his ear. “That's the sound of them tearing up his contract.”

“They'd tear up yours if they knew you were at Flirts,” Storm said dryly.

“They'd tear all of ours up,” Dallas said. His relaxed expression was replaced with worry.

“Then let's hope they don't find out,” Frost said. “Personally, I have no need to go there again. Not if Chelsea isn't working there anymore.”

“Me either.” Storm patted Dallas on the back of his shoulder. “Chill out, bro. Can we enjoy a night out?”

“Yeah,” Dallas said, not looking convinced. “I guess so.”

“And I know so,” Storm said. “My car is the biggest, I'll drive.” He glanced around as though expecting one of them to suggest he was overcompensating. He nodded in satisfaction when neither of them did.

I rolled my eyes at him. Men and their cocks. Lucky for all of us I enjoyed them so much. Otherwise, I might take myself out to dinner. I made a note to do that anyway. Or maybe get Sadie to come out with me. Now I'd have more time, there was no excuse not to spend more of it with her. Sisters before misters, and all that.

I wasn't the kind of girl who'd turn her back on her best friend just because I got the attention of a man, not even men like these. Sadie deserved better than that.

When I told her about them, she was going to lose her mind. Hopefully not like Ivy had but I doubted it. Sadie was too nice to be anything but supportive.

“I'll sit in the back with Chelsea,” Frost said. He favoured me with one of his best smiles. Dimples and all.

Dallas pressed his lips together, and for a moment I thought he might object. “Fine,” he said finally. “This time.”

I walked in the middle of them as we stepped out of the infirmary, towards the car park. Surrounded by all that muscle, I couldn't help but feel a little bit spoiled. If Ivy could see me now, she'd be ready to spit rocks.

We headed through the darkened car park, over to Storm's SUV. He pressed on the fob to unlock it and we climbed in.

Frost looked back over his shoulder as he closed the door and clicked his seatbelt.

“What is it?” I peered through the rear window, trying to figure out what caught his eye.

He shook his head. “I just had a feeling we were being watched.”

“You don't seem to mind being watched,” I said, half-teasing, half-concerned he might be right.

Dusk Bay was a dangerous place at times. There was always a possibility I'd become a target because of my family. I tried to stay out of the shit they were involved in, but that wouldn't deter everyone.

“That depends on the circumstances.” He frowned and looked around again. “We should get out of here.”

Storm started the engine and drove the car out of the parking space. “You're starting to freak Dallas out.”

“Fuck off,” Dallas said. “I'm not freaked out.” He was also looking out of the car, back in the direction we'd come.

“If that's you not freaked out, I'd hate to see you when you are freaked out,” Storm told him. “Do me a favour and stick your dick out the window if you're going to piss yourself.”

“I'm not going to—” Dallas turned around to glare at him. “I'm starting to see Jay and Atlas's point.”

“They have a point?” Storm asked. He seemed amused, rather than irritated. He'd take Dallas’ bait, but he was humouring him.

Dallas glanced over at him, obviously knowing what the other player was doing. “About you being an asshole, they do.”

“I never claimed I wasn't an asshole,” Storm said easily. “That might be the only thing they have a point about. The rest of the time, they're too busy with their heads up their asses.”

“Jayden Lang and Atlas Underwood?” I asked.

They were both incredible players. Of course they had to be, to help take their previous team all the way to the premiership. And now they were here, playing for the Smashers. That had to be a culture shock, to say the least. How did they feel about playing for Dusk Bay? If they were making waves with other players, they might not view the situation favourably. That could mean doing my job would be even more difficult.

I suppressed a groan. I'd cross that bridge when I got to it. For all I knew, they could be cooperative.

A girl could hope. Right?

“That's them,” Frost said. “They hate us for some reason. I don't know why, because we're pretty fucking awesome. Ferris Ramsey seems to have taken their side, which makes him as bad as them.”

He seemed to see the situation in black and white. Either they were friends, or they were enemies.

I knew better than to think anything in life was that simple. Friends could become enemies and vice versa. Especially in this city. Even ties like family could be severed if someone looked at another person the wrong way. All the more reason to keep my head down and try not to piss too many people off.

“They're all pricks and I have better things to do than think about them,” Storm said. “Like the fact that—and I'm no expert here—but it seems like we’re being followed.”