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I got the impression he wanted to ask what would happen if he also belonged to Storm.

Great, now I had the mental image of the big fullback bending him over the table in front of me, sliding his cock in and out of the prop's ass. That fantasy was almost hot enough to make me combust on the spot.

The look Storm gave Frost suggested he hadn't considered the possibility. He gave the matter some thought. Instead of telling Frost to fuck off, like I expected him to, he said, “I might be willing to share. A woman like her deserves to be taken care of. To be satisfied.”

I didn't disagree with his words, but he was starting to sound like a Neanderthal. At any moment, he'd grab me by my hair and drag me off to his cave.

As far as I was aware, Neanderthal didn't actually live in caves, but he might. Honestly, he probably lived in thepenthouse in Powell Tower, with a view over the ocean. The kind of place that was decorated with black marble, black leather and maybe a special room for the whips and chains.

“Can you not talk about me like I'm not here?" I said. “What if I decide to tell both of you to get lost?”

They both turned to me and gave me the same look. It wouldn't matter if I did, they'd made up their minds.

Storm shrugged. “You can try. You're not getting rid of us. I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you get that permanent…position here. So will Frosty.”

Frost nodded vigourously. “Definitely. You deserve it. I know how hard you must have worked to become a doctor in the first place. Studying and working must have been exhausting.”

“It was,” I said carefully. “But I don't need either of you to doanythingon my behalf. I got this far by working hard. I can get all the way by continuing to work hard.”

The last thing I needed was for anyone to suggest I was only hired because they pulled strings for me. I didn't need to be thinking that myself either. Up until now, I was the only one who could take any credit for my achievements. I didn't want that to change now.

“Of course you can.” Storm reached over and started to run the tip of one of his fingers over the back of my wrist, sending tingles all the way through me. “But some of the guys are going to give you a hard time. We'll make sure they don't make trouble for you. If they do, I'll punch their fucking lights out. Then you can focus on what's important.”

“I don't need you to punch anyone's lights out,” I said, ending on a sigh. “You focus on your job and let me focus on mine. I don't want to see you in the infirmary with a broken hand, covered in someone else's blood.”

Okay, maybe I did a little bit, but not because of me. If he was bloodied, with broken bones, it better be because he playedharder than he ever had in his life. Because he smashed his opponents out there on the rugby field. Because he left his mark on them.

His fingers circled my wrist, his thumb rubbing over the bruises which were still darkening on my skin. His eyes darkened with them, his arousal obvious. He was turned on by them.

I had a feeling he wouldn't be satisfied until he'd left them everywhere on my body. Heaven help me, I'd let him do it too. I wanted him to cause me pain. I knew exactly where my limits were, and I knew he'd push me all the way to them. Maybe even beyond. I wanted that so much my pussy throbbed. My panties were absolutely ruined by now. I'd need to start bringing a spare pair or two to work if these were the conversations we were going to have.

“We'll text you when we've decided where we’re eating.” Evidently Frost was down for whatever Storm had in mind. Did he want to leave bruises on me too? His gaze dropped to my wrist, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I sensed he wanted to leave his mark on me, but in a different way. Something much darker than his sweet face hinted at. Maybe even something terrifying.

I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt it was too late for me to walk away, even if I wanted to. I probably should have, but I didn't.

I was in this as deep as they were, no matter the cost.

Chapter Eleven

Storm

Dallas was hoveringaround my locker when I stepped back into the locker room to get changed for training.

“You look like hell.” I opened my locker and pulled out a pair of shorts.

“Thanks.” The sarcastic response was bitten off by a clicking of teeth.

He was silent for long enough to make me look over at him again.

“If you've got something to say, spit it out,” I said. “Otherwise, get ready for training before Coach gets on your back.”

If Coach didn't, I would. The Smashers were going all the way to the premiership this year, even if I had to kick everyone's ass individually. On paper, we had what it took to step right over all the other teams on the table. We had the talent, we had the skills. What we didn't have was our shit together. That was unacceptable in my book.

“About the other night,” Dallas' gravelly voice was low, each word reluctant. He dropped his gaze towards the floor. “That woman… The whore…”

He was lucky I didn't plant my fist right into his face. Chelsea was so much more than that. Smart, beautiful, and totally on board to let me use her the way I wanted to. Frost too.

Yeah, I'd seen the way he looked at some of the guys when he thought, hoped, no one else was looking. I would encourage him to explore that side of himself, and his attraction to Chelsea. But only her. If he so much as glanced at another woman, he'd be out. He was either all in with her and me, or he could fuck off.

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