Page 33 of Hard Ruck

I was having a dream about killing Ivy. I saw her face looking up at me, eyes wide. She struggled to scream, to breathe, but I pressed my hands down harder and harder. I was the one who breathed, almost panting as the life drifted away from her. I’d jolted awake with a raging hard on.

Holding back a groan, I straightened my head slowly, like it might crack off if I moved too fast.

A moment later, Chelsea stepped through the door. Storm was right behind her.

I sat up higher. Storm didn’t look like he hated me, but he seemed wary. On guard against me. I’d never seen that expression on anyone’s face before, much less his. Had I suddenly become the big, bad wolf here?

“I would never?—”

He cut me off by grabbing the front of my shirt and hauling me to my feet. His mouth was on mine like he wanted to devour me.

That wasn’t the reaction I expected. For a moment I was so surprised all I could do was stand there. But then, I waskissing him back, our tongues thrusting against each other for dominance. I pulled mine back, letting his invade my mouth.

When we finally pulled apart, I stared into his stormy grey eyes. “Does this mean you’re not pissed off at me?”

“Chelsea explained a few things,” he said slowly. “She made me see some stuff I hadn’t considered before.” He sucked in a breath and exhaled while saying, “I was pissed off because what you did, you did without me. You should have come to me. Texted me and told me to get my ass into… I dunno, wherever you were.”

“I panicked,” I admitted. “If it wasn’t for Ice, hell if I know what I would have done.” I might have called the police and told them everything. Or I might have run. I had no idea. He was right though, I could have included him. Or at least, tried.

“You might have panicked too,” I said finally.

He was still gripping the front of my shirt, and now he shook me slightly. “When have I ever fucking panicked?”

“When have you been faced with a dead woman?” I shot back. “I had no way of knowing what you’d do. I don’t know what I would have done if the tables were turned.”

“Yes, you do,” Chelsea said. “You would have stood by Storm, or me. You’re the kind of guy who helps his friends to bury the body.”

I grinned uncertainly. “I am, aren’t I? Is this where you tell me you have bodies you need help burying?”

She snorted. “Not this week. I’ll let you know though.”

“You better let us both know,” Storm growled. “We’re in this together.”

“What about the others?” I asked tentatively. “Dallas is going to figure things out sooner or later.” I was surprised he wasn’t here right now, wanting to slide his cock into Chelsea. Needing to.

Was there a single one amongst us who wouldn’t benefit from extensive therapy? I didn’t think so.

“I have an idea,” Chelsea said. “Let me work on something. We’ll all let him know what’s going on together. Atlas too.”

“I’m happy to tell Atlas,” Storm said. When we looked at him, confused, he added, “If he doesn’t like it, we can kill him.” He didn’t seem to be joking.

“You know you can’t go around killing everyone who disagrees with you,” Chelsea said.

Storm gave her a flat look. He clearly didn’t agree with that statement.

I started to wonder if I created a monster here. Maybe, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret it. What I did to Ivy, it was addictive. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. At some point, I’d want another hit. Not tonight, maybe not this week, but someday.

If I could bottle the sheer power, I’d be a billionaire.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” I said. I also hadn’t put the idea of sucking Atlas’ cock out of my head. In the meantime, there was only one cock I wanted to suck. If he’d let me.

I pulled Storm’s hands off the front of my shirt and slowly knelt down in front of him. Giving him the chance to step away or say no. Tentatively, I looked up at him.

Would he reject me, or was he as down for this as I was? He’d only found out an hour ago I killed a woman. I’d understand if he didn’t want to rush.

He regarded me with half-lidded eyes before he finally nodded. Decision made, he looked eager now. Ready.

I undid the front of his jeans and opened them. His cock sprang free, bobbing in front of my face. Engorged and thick. His tip was quickly slick with pre-cum.

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