Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Frost
“I told you if Atlas saw her, he’d be into her,” I whispered. I lay on the bed beside Storm, legs stretched out the full length of the mattress.
Dallas and Chelsea lay on the other side of Storm. Right now, they were fast asleep, both snoring lightly. He’d already fucked her twice more, but his cock was still inside her. If he wasn’t careful, it would look like a prune from all the moisture.
Storm glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were still asleep, before turning back and pressing his lips together. “Yeah, but it’s too late now. If she wants him, we’ll have to deal.”
I matched his expression. I suggested we try to get her as far away from the Smashers as possible. Between us, we hadn’t managed to come to any conclusions that didn’t involve pissing her off. And now, Atlas knew she existed.
I admit to being conflicted. Did I want to share her with more guys? Not really. But I wanted her to be happy, and if Atlas was here, I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.
Personally, I suspected he and Jay had a thing going on, but they kept it from everyone else. Probably from themselves too. That hinted at a world of interesting possibilities. If that was what everyone wanted, I’d be crazy if I wasn’t here for it, wouldn’t I?
And yet, it wasn’t that simple. Not by any means.
“How?” I asked. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Atlas has never been too fond of either of us. We can’t just walk up and say ‘Hey, welcome to the family. Let’s get matching jackets that say Chelsea’s boyfriends squad. Or matching tattoos.’”
Storm snorted. “Fuck no. We should have our names tattooed on her. Right on her ass, so I can see it when I spank her.”
“I have a better idea,” I said. I cleared my throat before affecting a grand tone. “She can get Property of Daniel Frost tattooed on the inside of her thigh. Right where you can all see it when you spread her legs.”
“And Property of Storm Keller on the other side,” he said. He placed the pad of his thumb on the side of my face and traced a line down to the corner of my mouth. “And the same thing on you.”
My heart thumped a couple of times. “You think so?”
“I know so.” He pressed his thumb between my lips, letting me taste the salt on his skin. When I opened my mouth a little wider, he pushed it inside before I clamped my lips around and started to suck.
His eyes darkened. I knew we were both thinking the same thing. Pretending his thumb was his cock.
I slipped my mouth off him. “Storm…”
“Yeah?” Of course he wouldn’t make this easy. The word probably wasn’t in his vocabulary.
“I feel… Things,” I said. “Like I do for Chelsea.”
“I feel things too,” he whispered.
That was as close to any kind of declaration either of us were going to get tonight. Talking about our feelings was like having teeth pulled. Worse. Acting on them on the other hand…
I brushed my lips over his, then lay with our foreheads touching for a few minutes. I didn’t know who kissed who next, but then we were tangling tongues and clashing teeth. His stubble was rough against mine, the sensation sending a jolt of heat straight to my balls.
His hand brushed past my rapidly stiffening cock. I moaned softly against his mouth.
“Fuck, Frost.” His fingers curled around me, stroking and exploring, tentative. He clearly never touched another man’s cock before. I was honoured mine was the first, like his was for me.
I let my hand wander slowly down his body, over his hard chest and scarred abs. Over the tangle of hair at the base of his stomach before gripping his thick, hard length.
Slowly, we kissed while pumping each other. Neither in any hurry to finish the other, not yet. This was careful, gentle, getting to know each other like we‘d never met. We might as well not have, because after this nothing would be the same between us. Did we risk ruining our friendship? We might, but neither of us seemed able to stop. Didn’t want to.
“I’m going to come,” Storm whispered.
“Me too,” I whispered back. “Come with me.”
He grunted. He preferred to give orders than take them, but his body had other ideas. He thrust harder into my hand, in rhythm with me, before we both orgasmed, cum squirting out of both our tips, and over each other’s cocks and stomachs.
We both lay still for a while, hands cradling each other while our breathing slowed.
“Frosty,” he said on an exhale. “I want more. Not just fucking.”
“I want more too,” I said. A lot more, but for now that was all we said.
I must have dozed off. When I woke again, the sun slanted through the curtains. Storm was rattling around in the kitchen making breakfast. By some miracle, Dallas actually managed to get his cock out of Chelsea.
“Is it wrinkly?” I teased.
He shot me a look before heading into the bathroom for a shower.
I grinned at Chelsea, who laughed and rolled over to face me. Storm had wiped the blood away, but the nicks on her neck stood out against her pale skin. Bruises dotted her body here and there, but she was smiling.
“Good morning, beautiful.” I stroked her cheek with the back of my hand. “Did you have a nice time?”
That made her smile. “I’m not sure if ‘nice’ is the word. I loved every minute of it though.”
My heart thumped harder in my chest. She was so fucking gorgeous she took my breath away. How could anyone not fall head over heels for this woman? I had, the moment we met. The better I got to know her, the more she became the centre of my existence. Her, now Storm.
“Me too,” I agreed. “It was like… Nothing I ever did before. We didn’t scare you, did we?” I didn’t like the idea of tossing her in the back of the car with her head covered, but it was part of the game. Part of the scenario she consented to. The one Storm concocted and we all acted out.
“Not once I knew it was you guys,” she said. “Then I could let go and let it happen.” The sigh that slipped from between her lips was pure contentment.
It was the second best sound I ever heard, after her coming. I doubted anything could ever top that. Although, Storm coming was amazing too.
She tipped her head back and glanced around. “Whose place is this?”
The small house wasn’t much, but it was private. We didn’t have to worry about neighbours making assumptions, and calls to the police. That would have been all sorts of awkward.
“It’s mine,” I admitted. “I like to come here sometimes, to be alone.” And daydream about bringing a woman here like this. Tying her up, or slipping her something so she couldn’t fight me if she wanted to. Until now, that was all it was, a daydream. I’d never bring a woman here against her will.
Had I been tempted? I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. I had enough sense that I knew the consequences wouldn’t be worth a few hours of fun. That didn’t stop me from thinking about it. Fantasising while lying in bed at night, my hand around my cock.
“It’s cute,” she said. She pushed herself up on her elbow for a better look. One which only took a moment.
One bedroom, one bathroom and a kitchen visible through the doorway. A small lounge area off to one side. It was a tiny cottage for the twenty acres it sat on. I wouldn’t have been surprised if the previous owner was a serial killer. Who else would own a house surrounded by trees, kilometres from anywhere? Just a serial killer. And me.
“You’re cute,” I told her. I kissed the tip of her nose.
“So are you.” She kissed the tip of mine.
“Breakfast!” Storm shouted.
I winced. The cottage wasn’t so big that he needed to shout for us to hear.
“I guess we better get up.” I stretched my arms up over my head and reluctantly rolled over and searched for my clothes.
It was her turn to wince when she got up and started to hunt for hers. And by hers, I mean she was snatching up clothes and trying to figure out what would fit. We hadn’t been gentle with her outfit last night. Most of it was now scraps of fabric, with strands of thread hanging loose and broken.
Oops.
A few minutes later, we were both dressed in a mishmash of T-shirts, track pants and underwear. I was almost certain the green boxers were mine. If not, too bad. They fit, so I wore them.
The Smashers T-shirt and black track pants were definitely not Chelsea’s, but she looked adorable in the oversized clothes. Good enough to eat.
We stepped into the kitchen as Storm flipped eggs and toast onto plates and poured coffee into cups. That looked good enough to eat too. The smell made my mouth water.
“You’ll spoil us,” I warned.
He shrugged but didn’t look over at me. “Maybe you deserve it.”
“Definitely,” I agreed. I snagged a plate and pulled out forks from a drawer.
Chelsea grimaced as she sat down at the table. “You wanted to talk about Atlas.” She directed the statement to Storm.
“Yeah.” He sat down beside me, opposite her.
Dallas, a towel wrapped around his waist, took the last chair. “Are we sharing with him too?”
“That’s up to Chelsea,” Storm said. He nodded towards her before shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth.
“I like him,” she said. “You think you can manage to avoid killing him?”
For some reason, she seemed to be asking that literally.
“We can try,” Storm said. “Until you realise he’s a stone cold asshole.” He seemed certain that would be the ultimate outcome.
Personally, and in spite of everything, that was the outcome I hoped for. The guy was hot, but I couldn’t see how this would work when he hated us as much as he did. And vice versa. If we couldn’t get past that, we’d have a major problem. I, for one, was not walking away from Chelsea. Especially not because of him.
“One day at a time then,” she said. “I have another month left of my practical placement. We all need to be professional until I’m done with that. And after that too, if the team gives me a job. Otherwise I’ll have no choice but to go back to?—”
“No,” us three said in unison.
“We don’t want you stripping anymore,” I said firmly. Apparently Storm was rubbing off on me, in more ways than one.
The idea of the men leering at her, looking at her body as she took her clothes off, made me want to stab my fork into their eyeballs. Watching her dance was hot as hell and made me iron hard, but I wanted to keep that just for us. For the guys she was in a relationship with. Not for random strangers who happened to be in the club that night.
Added to that, the idea of stepping foot back in there made me uncomfortable. Before I even met Chelsea, I fucked another of the women who worked there. Ivy was pretty enough, and she got me off, but for some reason, I felt like I’d cheated. I’d seen Chelsea and I still put my dick in another woman. I couldn’t have known where we’d end up, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to kick my own ass.
“Not gonna happen,” Storm agreed. “You’re ours now. No more sharing you like that. Even if we have to tie you up here.” He gave her a dark look as if daring her to contradict him.
“All the more incentive for you to behave yourselves at work,” she said, scolding lightly. “Don’t make my job more difficult and I have a better chance of being able to stay there.”
I looked at her thoughtfully. “I kinda like the idea of tying you up here. I could stay and feed you.”
“As touching as that is, I have a life I’d like to keep leading,” she said. “Let’s leave the tying up to times like this.”
I pouted playfully. “Fine. For now.” I wasn’t ruling it out for the future.