Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Storm

“We could be accused of bringing the team into disrepute,” Frost said as he followed me through the door into Flirts.

“That's not stopping you,” I pointed out.

If he was going to be a downer, he could stay outside. He wouldn't, we both knew it. He enjoyed coming here as much as I did, possibly more. A lot could be said about Dusk Bay, but people here were discreet. Sometimes, their lives depended on it. Other times, only their livelihoods. Or their kneecaps. Either way, I was comfortable enough to swagger inside.

“Wouldn't want you to be here by yourself.” He clapped me on the shoulder and stepped over to wink at the cute server behind the bar. He ordered us a couple of beers, and handed one to me.

I took a couple of gulps and turned my eyes towards the stage. The woman dancing was cute enough, but she wasn't Chelsea. Her breasts were bigger and her hair was blonde. Her enticing smile had the men around her practically panting.

“This is what I like about the place,” Frost remarked. His eyes drank her in like she was tastier than the beer in his hand. “She'd look good bouncing on my cock.”

Like me, he wasn't short on women willing to let him wet his dick inside them. We were usually fighting them off. But the cock wants what the cock wants.

I shrugged. “You might get your chance.” She noticed him and smiled in his direction while shimmying out of her panties. Of course she had; most of Dusk Bay knew who we were. Most of them wanted a piece of us, one way or another. Some were after our money. Others, they just wanted to boast that they fucked us.

Blondie stepped to the edge of the stage and beckoned Frost over. He elbowed through the crowds toward her, ignoring the angry glares on the way past. Smiling, she gripped the front of his shirt to pull him closer, before draping one of her legs over his shoulder, her pussy right in his face.

He knew better than to touch, but that didn't stop him from smiling and visibly inhaling her scent.

“He's such a slut.” I hadn't seen Dallas Gregory, the team's second-rower, until he stepped out of the crowd towards me.

“Pot, meet kettle,” I said pointedly. Dallas got around as much as the rest of us did. Personally, I didn't know what women saw in him. He was a grumpy prick at the best of times. Always with a massive chip on his shoulder. He was as dedicated to the team as I was. He had that much going for him.

Dallas shrugged. “I'm not the one with a face full of pussy. He doesn't seem to be hating it.”

He certainly didn't. Frost was grinning, his hand now gripping the dancer's thigh. If he wanted to, he could flick out his tongue and lick her pussy. If the bouncers weren't standing so close, watching carefully, he probably would.

The dancer lowered her leg from him and whispered something in his ear. He nodded vigorously before she took his hand and led him in the direction of one of the private rooms.

“Someone is getting laid tonight,” Dallas remarked. He seemed to have his eye on a dark-haired woman behind the bar. She was pouring drinks and chatting to the customers.

“Go for it,” I said. “Might help you to lighten up.” I won't lie, I could do with getting laid myself. But not to some random woman.

The more I tried to push her out of my mind, the more I thought about Chelsea. I knew there was more to her on the night we met, but I hadn't expected her to be an actual fucking doctor . She couldn't have shocked me more. Not if she said she had three breasts and two pussies. Although, two pussies would have been interesting. It might have been fun to share her with someone like Frost. Hell, it still might. She had three holes and two hands. Plenty to go around.

If I was willing to share her with anyone else.

The thought of her body made my balls heavy. My cock wanted to be inside her more than any woman I ever met. In theory, that made her dangerous. Someone I should stay away from. I had enough on my plate without being distracted.

Tell that to my cock though. If she was right in front of me, I'd bend her over a table and slam into her.

“We could all do with a good fuck,” Dallas said, distracted with the view. That was until Chelsea stepped out on the stage. His face swivelled, wide eyes now locked on her. His jaw dropped like someone recently oiled the hinges.

I resisted the urge to punch him in the face. It wasn't his fault he reacted to her that way. Most of the guys in the club stopped to stare at her. Hell, my cock was instantly hard, and she was fully dressed.

Should I be here watching the woman who might potentially be our future team doctor get naked? Maybe, maybe not. Was I going to leave? Hell no. She was exactly why I came here tonight. To see her. To watch her dance for me. So she could understand I intended to make her mine.

Beer all but forgotten in my hand, I shouldered my way through the crowds, to the edge of the stage. As close to her as I could get without the bouncers tossing me out on my ass.

Close enough to watch her. Close enough to put myself between her and anyone else. She could take her clothes off for all of these men, show them her pussy, but when she was done, she was mine.

I found Dallas beside me, his eyes dark. If he stared at her any more, he was going to need to wipe the drool off his chin. The tent in the front of his pants was as obvious as mine. I ignored the way seeing him like that made me harder.

I tried to ignore the mental image of him slamming into Chelsea while she was on all fours on the stage. Her back arched, crying out in pleasure as he thrust his cock deep inside her.

If I kept thinking like this, I was going to lose my load in my jeans. I'd never lost control like that, and I wasn't going to start now. If I did, I'd add punishing her to the list of things I was going to do to her. Her ass would look even more perfect with my red handprint in the centre of each cheek. Her throat would be exquisite with bruises from my palm and fingers.

Did she like it rough? If she didn't yet, she'd soon learn. I'd teach her to like the things I liked. She'd take everything I gave her and scream for more.

Chelsea noticed us both standing there and the sides of her mouth tightened slightly. The expression only lasted a moment before her smile was back. She was nothing if not professional. In spite of our last conversation, she was going to put on a show for me. Entice me. Even with all the other guys present, she was taking her clothes off for me. When she showed her pussy, it would be for my eyes.

My tongue slid deliberately over my lips, silently telling her how tasty she looked. I wanted to slide into her then and there, but I'd have to wait. Let her tease me first. Let her make me harder. Then I'd take her. Claim her. Own her.

She mimicked my expression, licking her lips before gripping the pole and spinning around it. The muscles in her arms strained with the effort. She made it look ridiculously easy. Like anyone highly skilled did.

We had a similar pole in our training gym. When it first appeared, the guys all thought it was there for a laugh. They stopped laughing when, one by one, they tried to use it, to hold themselves there with upper body strength. They quickly realised it was a lot more difficult, a lot more athletic than they thought.

Okay, I admit to thinking the same until I gave it a go. I was nowhere near as graceful as Chelsea, but I appreciated the strength she had to do what she did. And she did it in stiletto heels, while sliding her clothes off, garment by garment.

First, a pale pink crop top with a picture of a strawberry between her breasts, then her skimpy shorts. Her hair was held back in a pair of pigtails that made her look younger than she was. Sweeter.

There was nothing sweet about her in a black lace bra and G-string. She was pure sex on heels. A walking orgasm. Her body was perfection. I wanted to trickle chocolate onto her and lick it all off. I wanted her on her knees, her mouth around me while I came down her throat. I wanted to slide my cock into the gap between her breasts and come on her face.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dallas whispered. Evidently, I wasn't the only one having those thoughts.

I grunted my agreement. The blood seemed to have abandoned my head and I was now only thinking with my cock and balls. Both of them wanted to touch her badly. They ached to feel her hands, her mouth, her pussy, her ass.

She watched us both as she danced, teasing that she was going to take off her bra before she finally did. She twirled it over her shoulder, tossed it and turned around, displaying her perfect breasts and rosy pink nipples. Both taut and erect for me. Ready to be sucked and nipped.

I slid a look over to Dallas. He stood with his mouth slightly open, eyes wide. His hand hovered near the bulge in his pants. He looked ready to pull out his cock and get himself off here and now. A couple of guys were already doing exactly that, eyes on her, their hands wrapped around their lengths.

I had more restraint than that. Barely.

For the most part, I ignored the other men around me, even when they pulled out their money and threw the notes onto the stage at her feet. I meant what I said when I told her I wouldn't pay to fuck her. I had something else in mind. A warmup. I'd show her my appreciation, but not like this. I'd be more subtle about it.

Chelsea turned her back on us and slid her panties off before kicking them aside. She aimed for the back of the stage, but they stopped in front of me. I stopped to snatch them up and shove them in my pocket before grinning at her. I gave her a look that said 'if you want them back, you're going to have to come and get them.'

She shook her head slightly and smiled, before spinning around the pole again, her legs apart to display her pussy to the adoring crowd.

I didn't miss the way she glistened. She was as turned on as I was. Getting ready for me to take her. And I would. In time.

She wriggled and danced for a while longer, her breasts bouncing, before scooping up her bra and clothes. She hesitated long enough to give me a good look at a rear hole, then straightened up and hurried backstage.

“She won't be long,” I said to Dallas.

He frowned at me. “What makes you think?—”

“I don't think, I know,” I said. I started to step away, but stopped and looked back at him. “You want to fuck her, don't you? Come on then.”

He gave me a funny look, but followed me through the crowds and back to the quieter side of the club.