Page 8 of Hard Ruck

“Why does it have to mean anything? I have three holes and two hands. Not to mention, at some point, you and Storm are going to give in to the attraction between you. I don’t see any harm in exploring every possibility that comes our way.”

She had a point. Storm and I had kissed and I liked it. I knew she liked watching. I wanted more, but I wasn’t going to push him, not yet. At some point though, yes, we would fuck each other.

But Atlas Underwood? In spite of being hot, he wasn’t on the list of possible candidates to share Chelsea with. Correction, he wasn’t onmylist. He seemed to very much be on hers.

“I mean, what if you like him more than us?” I asked. I hated to sound vulnerable. I was more in touch with that side of me than Storm or Dallas put together, but I was still supposed to be a big, badass rugby player. Not someone who’d lose their shit if they were looked at the wrong way.

Like Atlas.

She smiled softly and placed her hand on my cheek. “How could I possibly like him more than you?”

“I was wondering the exact same thing,” I said. “I’m pretty awesome.”

“Yes, you are.” She moved her hand down to my shoulder and leaned over to kiss my cheek. “You’re very awesome.”

“But you’re still going on a date with him.” I grabbed her wrist to keep her close.

“Yes, I am,” she said, her eyes on my hand. “You have to know I wouldn’t have done it without telling you guys first. I have no intention of going behind anyone’s back. Whatever we have building here, it won’t work without communication.”

“Which brings me back to going out with Atlas,” I said. “His idea of communication is a middle finger and telling people to fuck off.”

She laughed softly. “He seemed a lot nicer than that to me. Maybe you should give him a chance.”

I grimaced. “That was what Dallas said. That we should lay off and give him a break.” He was new to the team and still finding his feet, but he didn’t have to do that and be an asshole at the same time.

“Apparently Dallas is wiser than I thought,” she said.

“He hides it well,” I agreed. When it came to Chelsea, Dallas had a difficult time communicating with words. Mostly, he communicated with thrusts. Of his cock. Into her body. The man couldn’t get enough of her. It was a minor miracle he wasn’t here right now, getting a hit of her presence. No doubt he’d rectify that soon enough.

“Maybe I should make it a group date,” she mused, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “The three of you, me and him. We could throw in Jay and Ramsey for good measure.”

“The numbers would be even when the fists started flying,” I said with a grimace.

No doubt they would. Storm couldn’t be in the same room as Atlas and Jay without starting something.

Ramsey would shake his head and slink away, probably to the gym. He was a man of few words, but lots of judgement. A man who tended to take Atlas and Jay’s side. Why? You’d have to ask him. Even if I asked him directly, I doubted he’d give me an answer.

She laughed. “Let’s put that in the maybe pile then. I don’t think the team would be happy with me if you all turned up the next day battered and bruised. You get enough of that on the field without doing it to each other in your spare time.”

“Nothing we couldn’t handle,” I said, not bothering to contain the bragging tone that always came with declarations like that. “But you’d have to slip Storm something before he’d turn up for anything with them.”

I tangled my fingers in her dark hair and thought back to our date together. She let me slip a sedative into her drink, and she drank it all. Every drop. I waited and watched while it started to work, until she was just this side of unconscious.

I carried her out to my car and placed her in the back seat. All she’d been able to do was watch me with those big blue eyes while I stripped her and fucked her. She’d been completely helpless, unable to stop me from doing everything I wanted to her.

She let me do all of it. She was as into it as I was. She wanted to let me live out my wildest fantasy with her; being in complete control of her.

Storm, being the protective prick he is, found us right after I came inside her, and assumed I forced myself on her. Until he knew what really happened, that was. Now, he was down for us doing it to her, again. He and I, together. My pulse ratcheted up in anticipation. More so at the idea of him letting me do the same to him. Having them both completely powerless in front of mewas the ultimate fantasy. Would he go for that? I wasn’t sure, but I wouldn’t stop hoping.

“That’s actually tempting,” she said.

I blinked, trying to remember what we were talking about. My mind was lost in the past for a while and my cock was now hard. Right, drugging Storm.

“Not without his permission,” I said. Not that I thought for a moment she’d do it otherwise. Even if she wasn’t a doctor, she respected consent as much as we did. Our fantasies might be considered wild to some, but they’d only happen if everyone was on board. Completely understanding what they were consenting to, and outlining hard limits in return. It involved a shit ton of trust, but it was more than worth it. The other night was ironclad proof of that.

“Agreed, but if he doesn’t at least make an effort to be tolerant towards Atlas, I might reconsider,” she said dryly.

“As long as you don’t do it without me there,” I said.

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