Page 50 of Hard Ruck

“Or what?” Dallas matched his tone. “You’re going to punch him?”

“Yep,” Storm said unapologetically. “Or our new connections could deal with him.”

“Don’t kill the GM,” Chelsea said, looking unamused. “And don’t have him killed either. Also, it’s a good idea not to ask forthings of ourconnections, especially things like that. People like Daze and Gianni, they seem nice, but everything they do, they want something in return. Be careful not to end up with a debt you don’t want to have to repay.”

“What would they want in return?” I asked curiously.

“Nothing is off the table,” she said flatly.

My brow dipped. “So, I owe your brother?” I asked. “For helping me with Ivy?”

“I’d say so, yes,” she agreed. “He didn’t mention that?” She seemed irritated, but I suspected it was directed at Ice, not at me.

“We were kinda busy at the time,” I said. “He suggested he’d guide me, but didn’t mention a debt.” I wasn’t too worried about it. At this point, I didn’t think there was too much he could ask that I wasn’t happy to try. Unless it meant killing someone in this room, which seemed unlikely.

She sighed. “It’ll come.”

“Speaking of coming,” I said. “You seem tense. Can I give you something to relax you?” I didn’t miss the way the other two stiffened, starting with their shoulders and moving down.

Neither said a word of objection. I looked from one to the other. Dallas’ eyes were dark already, and Storm had a growing tent in the front of his track pants.

Yeah, I didn’t think they’d object.

I looked back to Chelsea and smiled.

“Okay, but give me time to finish my food first,” she said.

I didn’t think she’d object either. I never met anyone who was open to so much variety. So much experimentation. So much wish fulfilment. It made me love her even more.

“Anyone else down?” I asked with cautious optimism.

“Fuck nope,” Dallas grunted. “I’m not interested in being a fuck doll.”

I nodded, giving him no judgement whatsoever. What one person was into wasn’t always going to be for everyone. “Storm?”

His jaw worked back and forth, giving the suggestion serious consideration. That in itself was interesting. I thought he’d immediately refuse. The man loved nothing more than to be in control. Giving that up, even for a few hours, would be a challenge.

Finally, he said, “No drugs. I’m not going to risk failing a drug test. But we can try stuff.”

I mulled that over for a moment before I nodded. “I can roll with that.” I finished my dinner and headed back to the kitchen to fill a glass with water. I pulled a small bag out of my pocket and took out a pill. Lucky I thought to put them in there a couple of hours ago. Just in case.

With everyone watching closely, I dropped it into the water and handed it to Chelsea.

She looked me in the eyes and drank down every drop like it was my cum, before handing the glass back.

“You’re so hot,” I told her. I returned the glass to the kitchen and offered her my hand. I pulled her to her feet and led her to the bedroom.

“Why don’t you strip for us before the drug takes effect?” I sat down on the end of the bed, leaving room for Storm to sit on one side and Dallas on the other.

“I need music,” she said.

Dallas pulled out his phone and started to play the first song on his playlist.

We all looked at him.

“What?” He stared back at us. “I like Keith Urban.”

“Me too,” I said. “But he’s not exactly stripping music is he?”

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