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Sadie giggled. “Ruck boy, I like it. That suits him down to the ground. And you want to spend the rest of your career takingcare of guys like him.” She raised her glass and toasted me, her green eyes wide with humour and teasing.

When she put it that way…

I wrinkled my nose. “Does that make me some kind of crazy? That's exactly what I want to do.”

“I don't think that makes you any kind of crazy,” she said. “There's nothing wrong with knowing what you want and going for it. Ruck boys need love too. And medical care. You'll have your work cut out for you, that's for sure.”

That was one hundred percent, without doubt, true. Storm and the rest of the team were going to keep me on my toes and I couldn't wait.

What were the rest of them like? I looked forward to finding out exactly how full my hands would be.

Chapter Six

Storm

“We could be accusedof bringing the team into disrepute,” Frost said as he followed me through the door into Flirts.

“That's not stopping you,” I pointed out.

If he was going to be a downer, he could stay outside. He wouldn't, we both knew it. He enjoyed coming here as much as I did, possibly more. A lot could be said about Dusk Bay, but people here were discreet. Sometimes, their lives depended on it. Other times, only their livelihoods. Or their kneecaps. Either way, I was comfortable enough to swagger inside.

“Wouldn't want you to be here by yourself.” He clapped me on the shoulder and stepped over to wink at the cute server behind the bar. He ordered us a couple of beers, and handed one to me.

I took a couple of gulps and turned my eyes towards the stage. The woman dancing was cute enough, but she wasn't Chelsea. Her breasts were bigger and her hair was blonde. Her enticing smile had the men around her practically panting.

“This is what I like about the place,” Frost remarked. His eyes drank her in like she was tastier than the beer in his hand. “She'd look good bouncing on my cock.”

Like me, he wasn't short on women willing to let him wet his dick inside them. We were usually fighting them off. But the cock wants what the cock wants.

I shrugged. “You might get your chance.” She noticed him and smiled in his direction while shimmying out of her panties. Of course she had; most of Dusk Bay knew who we were. Most of them wanted a piece of us, one way or another. Some were after our money. Others, they just wanted to boast that they fucked us.

Blondie stepped to the edge of the stage and beckoned Frost over. He elbowed through the crowds toward her, ignoring the angry glares on the way past. Smiling, she gripped the front of his shirt to pull him closer, before draping one of her legs over his shoulder, her pussy right in his face.

He knew better than to touch, but that didn't stop him from smiling and visibly inhaling her scent.

“He's such a slut.” I hadn't seen Dallas Gregory, the team's second-rower, until he stepped out of the crowd towards me.

“Pot, meet kettle,” I said pointedly. Dallas got around as much as the rest of us did. Personally, I didn't know what women saw in him. He was a grumpy prick at the best of times. Always with a massive chip on his shoulder. He was as dedicated to the team as I was. He had that much going for him.

Dallas shrugged. “I'm not the one with a face full of pussy. He doesn't seem to be hating it.”

He certainly didn't. Frost was grinning, his hand now gripping the dancer's thigh. If he wanted to, he could flick out his tongue and lick her pussy. If the bouncers weren't standing so close, watching carefully, he probably would.

The dancer lowered her leg from him and whispered something in his ear. He nodded vigorously before she took his hand and led him in the direction of one of the private rooms.

“Someone is getting laid tonight,” Dallas remarked. He seemed to have his eye on a dark-haired woman behind the bar. She was pouring drinks and chatting to the customers.

“Go for it,” I said. “Might help you to lighten up.” I won't lie, I could do with getting laid myself. But not to some random woman.

The more I tried to push her out of my mind, the more I thought about Chelsea. I knew there was more to her on the night we met, but I hadn't expected her to be an actual fuckingdoctor. She couldn't have shocked me more. Not if she said she had three breasts and two pussies. Although, two pussies would have been interesting. It might have been fun to share her with someone like Frost. Hell, it still might. She had three holes and two hands. Plenty to go around.

If I was willing to share her with anyone else.

The thought of her body made my balls heavy. My cock wanted to be inside her more than any woman I ever met. In theory, that made her dangerous. Someone I should stay away from. I had enough on my plate without being distracted.

Tell that to my cock though. If she was right in front of me, I'd bend her over a table and slam into her.

“We could all do with a good fuck,” Dallas said, distracted with the view. That was until Chelsea stepped out on the stage. His face swivelled, wide eyes now locked on her. His jaw dropped like someone recently oiled the hinges.

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