Page 45 of Hard Ruck

“It looks like you’re trying to make the moves on my woman,” Storm snarled.

Atlas started to clap slowly, sarcastically. “You might not be as dumb as you look.” He ducked when Storm took a swing at him. The fullback’s fist narrowly missed hitting me right in the face.

I let out a squeak and ducked.

“What the fuck, Storm?” Frost grabbed his arm before he could swing again. “You could have hit her.”

Storm shook him off and dropped his hands to his sides. “I wasn’t aiming for you.” He looked furious with himself.

After a moment, I straightened up. “I knew you weren’t. Maybe you couldnotaim at each other either.”

“I saw the way he was touching you.” Storm scowled at Atlas.

“She wasn’t objecting.” Atlas smirked. “Could it be that she wants me?”

“I know she fucking does,” Storm snapped. “What I don’t know is why.” His gaze cut to me, questioning.

“I like Atlas,” I said. “I like all of you. Would it hurt you to get along?”

“It wouldn’t hurt me,” Dallas said.

“Me either,” Frost agreed.

Storm glared at them both like they were betraying him in some way.

“Why don’t you all just compare cock size?” Jay called out from where he stood in front of his locker.

“Because Storm knows he’ll lose,” Atlas called back.

“Fuck off,” Storm growled. He sucked in a harsh breath and let it out through his nose. “You two spend a lot of time thinking about my cock.”

“I know I do,” Frost said, clearly trying to defuse the situation.

“Me too,” I agreed. “I spend a lot of time thinking about all of the cocks.”

“All of them?” Atlas looked smug.

I shrugged. “I like cock.” I wasn’t ashamed of it. I had no intention of ever being ashamed.

“You’ll love mine,” Atlas said. “I know what to do with it.”

Dallas and Frost both grabbed Storm before he could lunge at Atlas again.

“Someone needs to wipe that look off the prick’s face.” Storm struggled against them.

Frost let go of Storm’s arm, ducked under and grabbed a fist full of Atlas’ shirt.

I thought he was going to punch the other player, but instead he smashed his mouth against his.

Atlas froze for a second or two, then he kissed Frost back. Only for a handful of seconds before he pulled away, gaping.

He glanced over to Jay who stood staring, uncomprehending. That expression quickly turned to anger before Jay grabbed up his duffel bag and stomped out of the locker room.

“Jay!” Atlas pushed away from Frost and ran after him until they both disappeared out the door.

“He doesn’t look so smug now,” Storm remarked.

I rubbed my temples and closed my eyes for a few moments. “I thought you were going to try to get along with each other.”

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