Page 53 of Hard Ruck

Taking the hint, he crawled over to me, took his cock between his thumb and forefinger and tapped it against my lips. “Be a good girl and open up.”

I pretended to be stubborn for a moment, but then opened my mouth and took his cock in nice and deep. He filled my mouth the way the others filled my pussy and ass.

Then all three of them thrust into me, Dallas setting the pace for the other two. Sliding in and out of my ass while Frost thrust up into me. While Storm slowly fucked my mouth. While I inched closer to another orgasm.

“I’m going to come,” Frost said, his face scrunched up in an effort to hold himself back.

“Yes, you are, because you’re a good boy,” Storm told him. “Come inside her. You too, Dallas. Show our woman how fucking hot she is.”

Dallas glanced over at him, frowning, but that didn’t stop him from doing what he was told. He came at the same time Frost did, both with even, firm strokes into me as they shouted their releases and spilled themselves into my body.

Storm was only a handful of moments behind them, filling my mouth with his own salty, delicious cum.

All three sets of eyes were on me when he drew his cock out of my mouth and I was able to swallow.

“Good girl,” Frost said. “Such a good fucking girl.”

“She really is,” Dallas agreed. “The best.” he looked very much like he wanted to spend the day right where he was.

To be honest, I would have happily done the same. Let them lie there inside me until we all got too hungry to stay any longer.

Or at least, for a little while.

After a while, we all had to concede the need to get up and get to work.

I had a quick shower and breakfast and drove myself to the stadium for my last day of practical placement.

“It’s been good having you around,” Doctor Stuart said once we were done going over the treatment regimes for each of the injured players. None were too major. No doubt they were saving that for when the season began. The players all took things slightly easier during the preseason. Not to mention Coach didn’t want his starting lineup badly injured at this time of the year. They sat out of a lot of the preseason games, giving the younger, newer players a chance to have a turn on the paddock.

That, I was glad for, but it still left question marks over my own head.

I winced. “That sounds final. Can I ask if Bruce said anything about me?”

“You can ask, but he hasn’t.” Doctor Stuart turned off his laptop and shut the lid. “He’s been very close-mouthed about everything. Could be he hasn’t made his mind up yet.”He absently tapped his pointer finger on the desk beside his computer.

“I’m sure it’s frustrating for you too,” I said. “You need to know who you’re working with.”

“I do,” he agreed. “I’m sure it’ll be sorted out shortly. Bruce knows how important it is to have this put to bed as quickly as possible. So to speak.” He added that without giving me a meaningful look, thank goodness. Innuendos from him would be awkward at best.

“Yeah.” With the first game looming, it was going to be an urgent matter before too much longer. Bruce didn’t seem like the kind of GM who’d risk the health of his players by taking too long to decide. By the same token, he wouldn’t rush it either.

“Chin up,” Doctor Stuart said. “Things will work out how they’re supposed to. If that means you don’t end up here, you’ll find somewhere better.”

“Doctor Anthony Stuart, are you suggesting there’s a better team than the Dusk Bay Smashers?” I clicked my tongue.

“Watch your mouth, young woman.” He shook his finger at me playfully. “I’d never suggest such a thing. Just that things will work out for you, that’s all. You could end up working with the second best team in the league, the Sydney Devils.”

“Don’t say that to Atlas Underwood or Jay Lang,” I said dryly. “I suspect both of them would strenuously disagree.” I still needed to talk to Atlas about what happened the other day. The image of Jay’s face, with his hurt eyes, kept flashing through my brain. I needed to know what the situation was between them, so I wouldn’t make it worse.

Although, if it was as deep as Jay’s expression implied, then wouldn’t Atlas have said something? If I wasn’t careful, the situation would give me a headache.

“They’ll strenuously agree by the end of the season,” Doctor Stuart said. “When the Smashers win the premiership.”

“They’ll have a hard time against the Chiefs,” I said. “I’ve seen their lineup. They have some incredible players.” And some large men. So did the Fijian team.

“Nothing we can’t handle,” Doctor Stuart said confidently. “Our boys are fit and ready to go. We’ll live up to our name.”

“Of course we… They…” I exhaled. I wanted to include myself, but I didn’t dare to do that yet. In case I somehow jinxed myself.

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