Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Frost
I didn’t give a shit about Atlas or his broken nose. If I was honest, I actually headed to the infirmary after training to see how hard Chelsea kicked his ass. He was a sullen prick, even worse than Storm and Dallas. Not that I gave a shit, like I said. The guy was hot, but he was a stone cold asshole. If you ask me, he had the perfect name. He walked around like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Some people had to be too literal.
Not me though. My last name might be Frost, but I’m never cold with anyone, especially Chelsea and Storm. Let’s be real here, if I lived up to my name I’d be an absolute prick.
Standing in the doorway, trying to wrap my head around what I just witnessed, I could easily be one. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Atlas gave Chelsea his number. With her knowledge and consent. What the fuck was he playing at?
A little voice in the back of my head asked, What is she playing at?
Atlas turned slowly, ice pack pressed against his annoyingly attractive face. “None of your fucking business.”
I smirked and turned my attention to Chelsea. “I wasn’t asking him, I was asking you. Why did he need your phone?” I was hoping she’d have some response that made sense. Something that wasn’t what I thought I saw.
“He was giving me his number,” she said easily.
“What for?” I asked. Please tell me it’s a medical situation . If it wasn’t, it might become one.
“He asked me out on a date,” she replied in the same tone.
“You needed his number so you could tell him no?” I guessed. That had to be it, right? “You can tell him no right to his face.” Without glancing at him, I gestured toward Atlas.
He was built about the same as me. In a fight, I’d have the advantage that he was already injured. Otherwise, we’d be relatively evenly matched.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Atlas said. “It’s called ‘mind your own fucking business.’ If the good doctor wants to go out with me, that’s her choice. Right, Chelsea?”
I slowly turned and gave him half an eye. “Did I mention I wasn’t asking you?”
“I don’t know, I wasn’t listening,” he said. To Chelsea he said, “I look forward to your text. Thanks for the ice pack.” He held it up, to toast her with it before shouldering past me and heading out into the corridor.
I pinched myself.
“Not dreaming. Why the hell would you want to go out with him?” In this case, being good-looking was no excuse. Neither was having a big cock. The chip on his shoulder was bigger.
“Why wouldn’t I?” She pulled off a pair of rubber gloves and flicked them into the rubbish bin. “I’m not committed to anyone.”
I have to admit, that stung. I was totally committed to her and to Storm. Not formally. We hadn’t talked about it yet, but in my brain we were solid.
“I don’t see it that way,” I said.
“I thought you might not.” She turned on a tap and started to wash her hands. “That whole, ‘you guys own me,’ thing.”
“You didn’t seem to have a problem with that before.” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the wall beside her. “Storm is going to be pissed.”
She turned off the tap and grabbed a towel to dry her hands. “Storm is going to have to deal with it. We’ve already discussed the possibility of me seeing other men. Other men might include Atlas.” She lifted her chin, all defiance, asking for her ass to be smacked in punishment.
I ran a hand through my hair, which was still damp from the thirty second shower I’d basically run through. “What does this mean?”
She tossed the towel in the rubbish bin, turned to face me and crossed her own arms.
“Why does it have to mean anything? I have three holes and two hands. Not to mention, at some point, you and Storm are going to give in to the attraction between you. I don’t see any harm in exploring every possibility that comes our way.”
She had a point. Storm and I had kissed and I liked it. I knew she liked watching. I wanted more, but I wasn’t going to push him, not yet. At some point though, yes, we would fuck each other.
But Atlas Underwood? In spite of being hot, he wasn’t on the list of possible candidates to share Chelsea with. Correction, he wasn’t on my list. He seemed to very much be on hers.
“I mean, what if you like him more than us?” I asked. I hated to sound vulnerable. I was more in touch with that side of me than Storm or Dallas put together, but I was still supposed to be a big, badass rugby player. Not someone who’d lose their shit if they were looked at the wrong way.
Like Atlas.
She smiled softly and placed her hand on my cheek. “How could I possibly like him more than you?”
“I was wondering the exact same thing,” I said. “I’m pretty awesome.”
“Yes, you are.” She moved her hand down to my shoulder and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “You’re very awesome.”
“But you’re still going on a date with him.” I grabbed her wrist to keep her close.
“Yes, I am,” she said, her eyes on my hand. “You have to know I wouldn’t have done it without telling you guys first. I have no intention of going behind anyone’s back. Whatever we have building here, it won’t work without communication.”
“Which brings me back to going out with Atlas,” I said. “His idea of communication is a middle finger and telling people to fuck off.”
She laughed softly. “He seemed a lot nicer than that to me. Maybe you should give him a chance.”
I grimaced. “That was what Dallas said. That we should lay off and give him a break.” He was new to the team and still finding his feet, but he didn’t have to do that and be an asshole at the same time.
“Apparently Dallas is wiser than I thought,” she said.
“He hides it well,” I agreed. When it came to Chelsea, Dallas had a difficult time communicating with words. Mostly, he communicated with thrusts. Of his cock. Into her body. The man couldn’t get enough of her. It was a minor miracle he wasn’t here right now, getting a hit of her presence. No doubt he’d rectify that soon enough.
“Maybe I should make it a group date,” she mused, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “The three of you, me and him. We could throw in Jay and Ramsey for good measure.”
“The numbers would be even when the fists started flying,” I said with a grimace.
No doubt they would. Storm couldn’t be in the same room as Atlas and Jay without starting something.
Ramsey would shake his head and slink away, probably to the gym. He was a man of few words, but lots of judgement. A man who tended to take Atlas and Jay’s side. Why? You’d have to ask him. Even if I asked him directly, I doubted he’d give me an answer.
She laughed. “Let’s put that in the maybe pile then. I don’t think the team would be happy with me if you all turned up the next day battered and bruised. You get enough of that on the field without doing it to each other in your spare time.”
“Nothing we couldn’t handle,” I said, not bothering to contain the bragging tone that always came with declarations like that. “But you’d have to slip Storm something before he’d turn up for anything with them.”
I tangled my fingers in her dark hair and thought back to our date together. She let me slip a sedative into her drink, and she drank it all. Every drop. I waited and watched while it started to work, until she was just this side of unconscious.
I carried her out to my car and placed her in the back seat. All she’d been able to do was watch me with those big blue eyes while I stripped her and fucked her. She’d been completely helpless, unable to stop me from doing everything I wanted to her.
She let me do all of it. She was as into it as I was. She wanted to let me live out my wildest fantasy with her; being in complete control of her.
Storm, being the protective prick he is, found us right after I came inside her, and assumed I forced myself on her. Until he knew what really happened, that was. Now, he was down for us doing it to her, again. He and I, together. My pulse ratcheted up in anticipation. More so at the idea of him letting me do the same to him. Having them both completely powerless in front of me was the ultimate fantasy. Would he go for that? I wasn’t sure, but I wouldn’t stop hoping.
“That’s actually tempting,” she said.
I blinked, trying to remember what we were talking about. My mind was lost in the past for a while and my cock was now hard. Right, drugging Storm.
“Not without his permission,” I said. Not that I thought for a moment she’d do it otherwise. Even if she wasn’t a doctor, she respected consent as much as we did. Our fantasies might be considered wild to some, but they’d only happen if everyone was on board. Completely understanding what they were consenting to, and outlining hard limits in return. It involved a shit ton of trust, but it was more than worth it. The other night was ironclad proof of that.
“Agreed, but if he doesn’t at least make an effort to be tolerant towards Atlas, I might reconsider,” she said dryly.
“As long as you don’t do it without me there,” I said.
If anyone was going to drug my best friend, I wanted to be present. Although, I’d make myself scarce when he recovered. Storm would definitely come back swinging. And he wouldn’t care who his fist connected with. Unless it was Chelsea. Then it would be his hand on her ass. Hard enough to leave a handprint for a week.
“I’ll try to include you,” she said, teasing.
My hand still on her wrist, I pulled her until she was pressed against my chest. “Don’t just try , woman,” I growled.
“What are you going to do?” She looked me square in the eyes, blue eyes defiant.
“I’d make you suck my cock until you gag,” I said. “And then I’d make you take me in even deeper. I’d fuck your mouth so hard you wouldn’t be able to talk for a week.”
“Daniel Frost.” She clicked her tongue. “What have I said about threatening me with a good time?”
I lifted one eyebrow. “Come with me.” My hand around hers, I pulled her out of the room towards the nearest toilet. Being for staff, it was unisex, not that I cared. My mind was on one thing.
I pushed her through the doorway in front of me, before closing and locking the door behind us.
My hand on her shoulder, I pushed her down to her knees and shoved down the front of my track pants and boxers. My erection sprang free, pointing straight at her.
“Open your mouth,” I said, doing my best impression of Storm. I pressed the head of my cock against her lips until she opened her mouth. My head and a good portion of my length disappeared inside.
I tangled my hand in her hair and started to thrust between her lips pushing in deep until she gagged on me.
“Look at me,” I said.
She tipped her chin back, her gaze on me while I fucked her mouth hard. Every time I slid all the way in, she gagged, but made no attempt to pull back.
I thrust into her with relentless, even strokes until my balls tightened almost to the point of pain. My eyes on her face, I let myself go, exploding inside her. My release gushed to the back of her mouth, forcing her to swallow before she drowned on my cum.
“Was that a good time?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.
She made a sound of confirmation in the back of her throat and let her eyes smile.
“Of course it was,” I said. This woman was fucking everything.