Page 54 of Deadly Ruck
Dallas looked over at him and grimaced, but pressed his teeth together and fucked my mouth more slowly.
Being the good girl I was, I sucked harder, making his eyes roll back in his head.
"I can see me using the paddle a lot," Ramsey said.
I would have grinned at him, but with my mouth full, all I could do was laugh, letting my body shake so he knew I was amused. I was here for all the paddling. To give and receive.
"I can't," Dallas ground out. "I need to come."
"Not yet," Ramsey insisted.
"Do you need some help over here?" Atlas stepped over, crossed his arms and looked down at me. "I believe I heard Ramsey tell you not to come."
Dallas looked at him with a, 'not you too,' expression on his face.
"Maybe I should take your place," Atlas suggested. "That will help you wait."
"I can hold on," Dallas said, quickly, desperately.
Atlas nodded his head slowly. "Good, do as you're told. Otherwise Ramsey might use that paddle on you."
That stripped away the last of Dallas' self-control. He groaned and came hard, ejaculating a mouthful of cum down my throat so fast I gagged before swallowing it down in a hurry.
"I guess we know where he stands," Atlas said with a grin.
Dallas shot him a look before sliding his cock out of my mouth and stepping back. "I'm okay with Chelsea paddling me."
"I'm okay with that too," I said. I licked my lips, making sure I had every drop collected and swallowed. I wouldn't want to miss a single one.
A moment later, Jay cried out as he came, quickly followed by Storm, thrusting harder into Frost's before spilling himself inside.
Ramsey came next, pounding into me with even strokes, his skin slapping against mine in perfect rhythm before he grunted, stopped and lost himself deep inside me. He slumped down over me, catching his breath.
I looked around the room at my guys, all naked and with a sheen of sweat. All of them smiling, looking comfortable and satisfied. No one shooting at us. No one telling anyone else to fuck off. No one feeling the need to run and hide from anyone else.
Just six incredible guys brought together as brothers and lovers as well as being a team. Someday, they'd stop playing football together, but their bond would never break.
Long after they stopped being Smashers, they'd still be mine.
Now and forever.
Epilogue
Chelsea
"So we said to him,we'll buy the team," Hunter said, toasting us with a beer. "And he agreed. Eventually. We paid more for it than we should, but it'll be worth it."
"I don't know how I feel about you owning my team." Storm gave both twins a dubious look.
"Too late." Parker grinned. "We already do. But it's a good thing."
Storm didn't look so sure.
"The twins will do better with the team than the last management," Ice said. He seemed to have gotten over his own disappointment at not being able to kill Jones, Skinner or King. The fact they were dead must have been enough to satisfy his blood thirst. Or it might have been getting drunk with Frost and comparing notes. After killing a couple of Jones' leftover minions. Now I thought about it, it was probably the last one. Hopefully their blood thirst was satisfied now. For a while anyway.
"That wouldn't be difficult," Storm conceded. "They fired my woman, kidnapped her and tried to kill her. Anything would be an improvement." He squeezed my knee.
"Speaking of that," Hunter said. "We've chosen a new GM and we've decided their first act will be to offer Chelsea back her job. Doctor Stuart is resigning soon and we want someone we can trust to take his place." He looked over to me and grinned.
