Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Chelsea
"I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted." I rubbed a hand over my eyes and brushed hair off my face.
"Me too," Frost agreed. He carried my bag inside before placing it down on the floor and putting his arms around me. "I got a few minutes of sleep while Storm was driving, but I dreamt about you." He nestled his face down into my neck. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
I leaned against him, drawing comfort from his firm, warm body. "I didn't think I'd see any of you again either. When I saw the cottage explode…" I sniffled, not caring if tears trickled down my cheeks. No one could blame me for crying right now, not even me.
"It takes more than a little explosion to take us out," he said lightly.
I leaned back and looked up at him. "You must have been scared. You came so close to…" I sniffed again.
He brushed the pad of his thumb over my cheek, wiping away a tear. "Okay, I admit it. I was scared. A couple of metres closer and we would have been barbecue. I like a good barbecue as much as the next guy, but I don't want to be on the menu." He managed a lopsided smile.
I gave him a watery smile in response. "I don't want you to be on the menu either. Not like that."
"Oh really?" One of his eyebrows rose. "How do you want me on the menu?"
"Same question," Storm said. He came to stand beside us and put his arms around both of us.
He looked even more exhausted than I felt.
Neither of them, or Ramsey, got any sleep the night before.
The rest of us were lucky, in an unlucky way.
I hadn't slept much, but a little bit was better than nothing.
After this, I might sleep for a month. Why not? I had nothing else to do.
"Why don't we start with a bite to eat and a shower?" I suggested. "We're going to need our rest. No doubt we were going to be fielding a shit ton of questions about Carlos Jones."
Reuben Brantley was going to want to know everything in detail. My brother would handle most of it, for now at least. Until Reuben had questions he didn't know the answers to.
"I'll order something to eat," Atlas said as he and Jay stepped in from the garage.
"Not so fast," Storm said. "I, for one, want to know what the fuck you were playing at?" He stepped away from me and Frost and crossed his arms.
Atlas rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "What is there to know? I've been working for the Brantley family for years, you know that."
"I also know you turned your back on us out at the cottage. You let that prick take Chelsea away." Storm looked ready to take aim, regardless of what Atlas said.
"I gave us all the best chance of surviving," Atlas said unapologetically. "If things went down any differently, you really would be dead right now. If you were dead, you couldn't have told Ice and the others what happened." His gaze bore into Storm, daring him to disagree.
Storm returned the look. "You seemed very chummy with Jones."
"I like being alive." Atlas shrugged. "I like all of us being alive. I think the words you're looking for are ‘thank you’."
"Thank you," Frost said without reservation. He gave Storm a meaningful look.
"Atlas is right," Ramsey said. "He did what he had to do to keep us all alive." He patted Atlas on the shoulder on the way past.
"Thanks," Atlas said.
Storm eyed them all before grabbing up his bag and carrying it into his room.
"He'll come around," I said softly. "We're all just tired. Atlas, you said something about ordering food? I might have a quick shower before it arrives."
"I'll come with you," Frost and Dallas said at the same time.
Frost grinned. "Someone has to wash your back."
"Someone has to wash yours too," Jay said to him, smiling awkwardly.
"Sounds like a good plan to me." Frost took my hand and Jay's and pulled us towards my room, leaving Dallas to hurry along behind.
"Is pizza good?" Atlas called out behind us.
"Carbs sound perfect right now," Frost called back.
I glanced over my shoulder to Ramsey, who caught my eye and nodded.
Normally he would have insisted on a salad, but after the conversation in the car, maybe he'd have pizza this once.
The team dietician wouldn't be happy if they knew, but none of us was going to tell them.
Right now, what we needed was comfort food.
The moment we stepped into my bedroom, I started shedding my clothes, tossing garments left and right, not caring where they landed. This was no sexy striptease, this was a tired effort to get naked and under the hot water as quickly as possible.
Moments later, the steam was filling the bathroom and I was surrounded by three, naked football players, each one half-erect already.
"Let me wash your hair," Frost offered. He turned me around so my back was to him and started to rub shampoo all over my scalp, massaging it in with his fingers.
"That feels so good," I said, my chin tilted so the shampoo wouldn't get in my eyes.
"You feel so good," Dallas said, rubbing body wash over my stomach and up over my breasts. He palmed my nipples before leaning in to kiss one, then the other. Shaking water off his face, he sank to his knees and pressed his face against my thighs.
I opened for him, letting him carefully wash and rinse my pussy before licking excess water away with his tongue. That turned to teasing and tasting my folds and sucking my piercing.
Jay scooted over behind Frost, washing his back like he'd said he would. While Frost washed the shampoo out of my hair, Jay cleaned his. Lucky for us this shower had multiple shower heads, so no one had to get cold, and we could all wash at once.
Jay turned Frost around and carefully washed his cock before joining Dallas on his knees. He wrapped his lips around Frost's cock. Cradling the other player's balls in his hand, he started to suck.
"The shower was a good idea," Frost moaned.
I glanced over him and responded with a throaty laugh. That was all I could do when Dallas had me so close to coming. Even after all we'd been through, even as tired as I was, he managed to get me right to the edge and over. Coming as the water washed down my body.
I barely came back to Earth when he had me pressed against the side of the shower, my leg around his waist, his cock deep inside me. He thrust in rhythm with Jay's sucks, and the roll of Frost's hips.
"I'm going to come," Frost panted.
"Me too," Dallas agreed. "So… Close."
It didn't surprise me he was already close. He always was; I loved that about him. Whatever he did, he threw all of himself into it, including this. Especially this.
"Come for me," I told them both. "Be good boys and come for me."
Both of their eyes widened, but they did as they were told, thrusting harder and faster before groaning in unison and spilling themselves before sagging, tired but satisfied.
Frost stepped away from Jay, grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. "I should?—"
"You don't have to, if you're tired," Jay said, in spite of his thick erection.
"I'm never too tired for a blowjob," Frost said with a grin. He lowered himself to his knees without hesitation and wrapped his mouth around Jay's cock.
With one eye on them, I carefully washed Dallas' back, scrubbing with a loofah while he lowered his head and enjoyed the way it felt. I washed his shoulders, his ass and down his legs before turning him around to wash the front of him.
Not surprisingly, he was already hard again. I washed his firm chest and down to his chiselled abs before moving down to his thighs, carefully avoiding touching his cock.
"Chelsea…" He groaned softly.
I grinned at him before putting the loofah back and wrapping my fingers around his erection. His skin was so smooth and hot and hard. Blood pumped through him, making him throb. He rocked his hips a couple of times, his eyes rolling back in his head.
I went on stroking him as I knelt in front of him and took him all the way into my mouth, to the back of my throat.
He groaned, long and low before he started to thrust slowly, with more restraint than usual. Careful and deliberate, wanting to enjoy every moment.
I cupped his balls, stroking them, spoiling them like they deserved to be spoiled. After all, they worked hard. Energetic balls like these needed extra attention.
I slipped my mouth off his cock to tease his balls with my tongue and suck on them gently.
"Fuck… Chelsea." He wrapped his fingers around a fistful of my hand and groaned.
I looked up at him and smiled before moving my mouth back to his cock, sucking him deeply, tasting every drop of pre-cum that soon became cum as he exploded.
A wash of sweet, salty goodness filling my mouth.
He went on thrusting into me even after I swallowed, still slow and deliberate before reluctantly sliding out of me.
I glanced over just as Jay came inside Frost's mouth, grunting and grinding against him, his eyes half closed as he enjoyed his orgasm.
Frost's eyes met mine as he pulled his mouth of Jay and swallowed. "So fucking tasty." He licked his lips and grinned. "If I could bottle that, I'd be rich."
I didn't bother to point out he was already rich. I just let Dallas pull me to my feet while Frost got to his.
"We should get dry," Jay said, leaning in to kiss him quickly. "We're all tired and the pizza is probably here by now." He looked like he needed a few moments to himself, so none of us stopped him when he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel before hurrying out.
"I could eat more." Frost turned off the water and gestured for Dallas and I to step out ahead of him.