Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Chelsea
“You good?” Dallas pulled a chair out and lowered himself into it. The feet scraped on the tiled floor as he dragged it back to the table. His hand was immediately on my thigh, fingers gripping firmly, but out of sight of anyone else in the cafeteria. “You look ready to stab some asshole.”
“I’m all right,” I said before he could offer to do it for me. “I have a lot on my mind.”
He slipped his hand up a little higher. “Happy to help you forget, but you look like you need to get it off your chest, not get off. Who fucked with you? Apart from…you know.” He managed a half smile.
I managed one myself, but it was watery at best. “I can’t say anyone in particular did. There’s a lot going on, you know?”
His brows knitted. “I feel like I’m missing something important here.”
He was, but I hadn’t found an opportunity to explain that to him yet. I would, but the right place wasn’t here, in front of a room full of people. I could fill him in on the other thing that was on my mind.
“Doctor Stuart gave his recommendation to the GM that he hire me,” I said.
“Okay,” Dallas said slowly. “That’s good, right?”
“It’s very good,” I agreed.
“You still look like someone kicked your puppy.” He ran his thumb over the top of my thigh.
“I’m worried he’ll hire someone else,” I admitted. “I’ve considered what I’ll do if I don’t get to work here, but not seriously. Maybe I should have.” I shrugged. “There’s no guarantees.”
“We could go on strike,” he offered. “I’ll tell the GM we won’t play unless he hires you.” He looked ready to stand up right now and stomp off to Bruce Fergus’ office to set him straight.
“Please don’t do that,” I said quickly. “I want to be hired because I’m the right person for the job. Not because you guys blackmailed him into it.” I made a mental note to tell my brother not to blackmail the GM either. That was something he’d do, under the misguided belief it would make me happy. Okay, maybe not so misguided, but I still didn’t want him doing it. I had to stand on my own two feet.
Dallas sagged slightly. “Okay, I won’t if you don’t want me to. But I’m not taking it off the table completely. If that’s what I have to do to keep you around, then I will.”
“It wouldn’t hurt you if I worked somewhere else,” I said. It might even be for the best.
He leaned in and lowered his voice. “It would hurt my cock. If my balls had hearts, they’d break. Right now, I’m resisting the urge to fuck you right here on the top of the table.” He looked pained. “I’m addicted and I don’t want help. I need to be inside you all the time.”
“If it’s distracting you from playing…” I started.
“It’s not,” he said hurriedly. “That’s the only time I can think about anything else. The moment training is over, or the game ends, you’re in my head. Move in with me.”
I blinked in surprise. Storm had tried to insist I live with him, but I’d put him off for now. Dallas hadn’t mentioned it before this, nor had Frost.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” I said slowly.
“It is,” he stated. “We’ll come to work together. We’ll spend all night with my cock in your pussy. Every night.” His hazel eyes were wild with the possibilities.
“Until I know where I’m going to work, everything is up in the air,” I said. “And we have to consider the other guys. And there’s a few things you don’t know about me that could change your mind.”
“There’s nothing you could say that would change my mind about you,” he insisted. “I love you. I need you.” He looked like a man who’d been lost in the desert for a week, searching for water.
“When you’re finished for the day, come and find me,” I said. “There are things I need to show you. If you don’t hate me afterwards, we can think about it.”
I didn’t miss him telling me he loved me. I cared about him, but once he knew the truth, he might run faster than he did when he had possession of the ball. He might look at me the way he had the first time he fucked me. When he realised what I was and that Storm paid me to be with him, he called me a whore before bolting from the room.
He might call me worse than that this time.
“I’ll find you and come,” he said. “If I can hold out that long.” He pressed his lips together like he was in pain.
I never had any man react to me the way he did. Lover or client, none had literally not been able to get enough of me. At times, I wondered if he had any skin left on his cock. Or how I had any skin left on the inside of my pussy. When he fucked me, he was rarely slow and gentle. Especially if it was a couple of days between fucks, then he was frantic and rough, desperate to get his fix.
I loved every moment of it.
I glanced down at my watch. “I have about ten minutes before I have to?—”
Dallas shot to his feet. “Where?” His eyes were wild again. Dark with need. “I know a place.” He seemed ready to throw me over his shoulder and carry me there, but he waited for me to grab my phone and follow him out of the cafeteria.
I didn’t dare to look back to see if anyone was watching. Hopefully they’d only interpret it as a doctor seeing her client during her lunch break. That wasn’t far off. He’d likely insist if he didn’t fuck me in the next couple of minutes he’d lose his mind.
He led me to the equipment room, which was empty at this time of day. Off to the side, was another door with the words ‘cleaning supplies’ written on the front.
He wrenched the door open and pressed me inside before closing it behind us. It barely clicked shut before he had me pinned to the wall. He rucked up the front of my skirt, shoved my panties aside and pushed two fingers straight into my pussy.
“You’re so wet.” He pushed down the front of his track pants freeing his cock. Pulling his fingers out of me, he pulled up one of my legs and positioned his cock before slamming right inside me. “Fuck, yes. This.”
He pulled all the way out before ramming back into me. Over and over he thrust, his breathing ragged like a wild animal in heat. Holding me in place with one hand, he slid the other between us to circle my clit with his fingers.
“I’m giving up football,” he panted. “I’m going to keep you at home with me and fuck you all day long. And all night.”
I managed a small, breathless laugh. “You’re not giving up football. And we both need sleep once in a while.”
“Fuck sleep,” he growled. “I just want to fuck you. You’re a witch, you put me under some kind of spell. If there’s an antidote, I won’t take it. I’ll keep taking you .”
“Not a witch,” I said. He drove me closer and closer to the edge, making it more difficult to think. He might not be the only one with a problem. I couldn’t get enough of him or the other guys. The more time I spent with them, the more orgasms they gave me, the more I wanted. The more I needed.
“Dallas,” I whispered. “I’m going to come.”
“Come,” he said. “Come on my cock. Then I’m going to come inside you. You’re going to take every drop, because you’re mine. Mine. And I’m yours.”
For half a second, I remembered it might be the last time he said that to me, but I was washed away with the intensity of an orgasm that exploded around me like the end of the universe and the beginning of another one. I shattered into a million stars before coming back together again.
He followed close behind, pumping into me, biting back a grunt and a growl. He ground against me, milking himself, trying to draw out his orgasm as long as possible. Filling me up to the brim with his release.
He sagged against the wall, puffing, his chest hard against mine. “Fuck. I didn’t want that to end. You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking mine .”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous and so fucking mine,” I said. I’d make him understand somehow. I wasn’t going to let him run away from me or the other guys. I didn’t know how, but I would. Whatever it took, I wasn’t ready to lose him.
“So fucking yours,” he agreed. “Storm is going to be disappointed. He didn’t get to watch.”
I laughed, low and husky from the back of my throat. “He can watch next time.”
“Can I ask you something?” He buried his face in my hair.
“How can I say no to a guy when his cock is still deep inside me?” I asked.
He gave it a wiggle, making me laugh again. “Have you fucked Atlas?”
“No, I haven’t,” I said carefully. I hadn’t had much chance to be alone with him since our date. Between his schedule and mine, we were both busy. I made a mental note to rectify that. If he wanted to. He didn’t seem intimidated by the other guys, but the situation was complicated. If he wanted to back away from it, I wouldn’t blame him. But I would be disappointed.
“When you do, can I watch?” Dallas asked softly. “I know the others don’t like him, but I don’t think he’s the asshole they think he is.”
“He really isn’t,” I agreed. “If he doesn’t mind you watching, then I don’t.” Now I was picturing exactly that. Atlas lying on top of me, thrusting into me while Dallas sat beside us, his gaze on us both. I had a sneaking suspicion Atlas would be as into that as we were.
A shiver of anticipation passed through me. These guys opened doors to opportunities I hadn’t even dreamt of. I couldn’t wait to experience every one of them. I’d had a lot of sex, but I felt as though I hadn’t begun to experience it.
It was my turn to ask, “Can I ask you a question?”
“Anything,” he said without hesitation.
“Do you just want to watch, or do you want to…take part? With him.” In my mind, the grunts and groans I heard out on the field became the sound of them straining as they fucked each other. The visual image was almost enough to make me come again.
Dallas swallowed audibly. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“What about Jay?” I only met him in passing, but as far as I could tell, Jay and Atlas were tight. Ramsey too, but I didn’t know where he fit into the picture.
“I don’t know,” Dallas said again. “As long as I have you, then I can roll with anything else. You’re my woman and I’m not letting you go. Ever. That whole CNC thing was everything. Everything I do with you is… Everything.” He pressed his forehead against mine.
“So are you,” I whispered. I could definitely see myself falling head over heels for him.