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If anyone was going to drug my best friend, I wanted to be present. Although, I’d make myself scarce when he recovered. Storm would definitely come back swinging. And he wouldn’t care who his fist connected with. Unless it was Chelsea. Then it would be his hand on her ass. Hard enough to leave a handprint for a week.

“I’ll try to include you,” she said, teasing.

My hand still on her wrist, I pulled her until she was pressed against my chest. “Don’t justtry, woman,” I growled.

“What are you going to do?” She looked me square in the eyes, blue eyes defiant.

“I’d make you suck my cock until you gag,” I said. “And then I’d make you take me in even deeper. I’d fuck your mouth so hard you wouldn’t be able to talk for a week.”

“Daniel Frost.” She clicked her tongue. “What have I said about threatening me with a good time?”

I lifted one eyebrow. “Come with me.” My hand around hers, I pulled her out of the room towards the nearest toilet. Being for staff, it was unisex, not that I cared. My mind was on one thing.

I pushed her through the doorway in front of me, before closing and locking the door behind us.

My hand on her shoulder, I pushed her down to her knees and shoved down the front of my track pants and boxers. My erection sprang free, pointing straight at her.

“Open your mouth,” I said, doing my best impression of Storm. I pressed the head of my cock against her lips until she opened her mouth. My head and a good portion of my length disappeared inside.

I tangled my hand in her hair and started to thrust between her lips pushing in deep until she gagged on me.

“Look at me,” I said.

She tipped her chin back, her gaze on me while I fucked her mouth hard. Every time I slid all the way in, she gagged, but made no attempt to pull back.

I thrust into her with relentless, even strokes until my balls tightened almost to the point of pain. My eyes on her face, I let myself go, exploding inside her. My release gushed to the back of her mouth, forcing her to swallow before she drowned on my cum.

“Was that a good time?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

She made a sound of confirmation in the back of her throat and let her eyes smile.

“Of course it was,” I said. This woman was fucking everything.

Chapter Five

Chelsea

“Are you sure about this?”I slid into the passenger seat of Atlas’ truck and clicked my seatbelt into place. “I don’t want the other guys making trouble for you.” I’d told them exactly what was going on tonight. They weren’t happy, but I’d made it as clear to Storm and Dallas as I had to Frost. The choice was mine. At some point, that might bite me in the ass, but I was going to enjoy the evening, and Atlas’ company. In the end, it was Frost who insisted they let me go. With a silent promise of more good times.

Atlas clicked his own seatbelt and started the engine. “Nothing I can’t handle. Those pricks can’t dish out any shit I haven’t seen before.” He glanced over and gave me a grin that did things to my pulse rate. His face was still bruised, which only added to his charm. Being attractive must be a requirement for playing for the Smashers.

He pushed a few stray curls off his forehead and turned his attention to navigating the streets of Dusk Bay.

“I can’t decide if you’re saying they’re unoriginal or if people have been shitty to you in the past,” I said after a couple of minutes of silence.

He didn’t respond for a moment. When he did, he said, “Both.” He accompanied the word with a small shrug. “It comes with the territory. Old team, new team, whatever.”

“You didn’t get along with your former teammates?” Until now, it hadn’t occurred to me that might be the case.

“Only Jay,” he said. Again with a shrug. “I’m not the easiest person to get along with.”

“You seem nice enough to me,” I said.

“Tell you a secret?” he said.

“Of course.” If he wanted to trust me with anything, no one would hear it from me. Fuck knows I had plenty of my own. Leaving a woman hanging by chains in my brother’s workroom was only the most recent.

“I’m the youngest of six,” he said. “The only boy. Dad left when I was two. Since then, I get along with women better than men.”

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