Page 25 of Filthy Ruck

“What about her?” I asked easily. “Seems to me you enjoyed her sucking you off.”

I thoroughly enjoyed watching. Even the part where he staggered out the door. He'd done something he otherwise might not do, because I orchestrated it. Because I decided it would happen. Having that kind of control over the people around me was heady, arousing, addictive.

“What the hellwasthat?” Dallas looked up. “I don't pay for shit like that. I don't touch women like her.”

I slammed my locker door hard enough to make him jump. “Yes, you do. I was there, I saw you do it. You were into it.” He could deny it to himself, but facts were facts. He was hard for her and she got him off.

“What do you want?” He looked nervous. “Are you going to bribe me or something? If the club knew?—”

I interrupted before he lost his shit. “I have no intention of telling the club. What we do on our time is our business. Don't read more into it then there was. You fucked her mouth, that was all. Don't get all worked up about having a good time.”

I drew my head back and looked at him sideways. “That wasn't your first time, was it?”

He scoffed. “Of course not. I've fucked more women than you've had hot dinners. Just never a hooker.”

Once again, I resisted the urge to punch him. “Then what's the problem? You didn't pay her a cent. I paid so you could entertain me by getting a blowjob. Mission accomplished.”

“Do you know how fucked up that sounds?” He didn't seem convinced. Like secretly he liked the idea. Watching or being watched, I couldn't tell.

“Just fucked up enough,” I said. “I assume you'll be hurrying back to Flirts for more?”

I wanted to watch him fuck Chelsea before he knew she worked for the team. I wanted to see him slide his cock into her pussy, pound into her until he came inside her. Then I wanted to see the expression on his face when he entered the infirmary and saw her there.

I'd pay good money to be present for both.

“Definitely not,” he said, his voice tight. His gaze didn't meet mine.

“But you want to,” I guessed. “You want to see her again. Touch her. Screw her.”

“So what if I do?” he said, seemingly louder than he intended. He drew back and lowered his voice. “I can't stop thinking about her. Her hot mouth on my dick. I keep thinking what it'd be like to have her swallow, you know?”

“She does seem to have that effect on people,” I said. “I know for a fact she'd love to swallow down every drop of your cum.”

“She said that?” He actually looked hopeful. Yeah, the guy was gone for her, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“She didn't need to.” I was enabling him and I didn't give a shit. “I saw it on her face. She would have taken anything you gave her.”

She would, because I was going to tell her to. She'd fuck him because I wanted her to. Because the idea of it made my cock hard.

“I know where she'll be on Monday night,” I added. “Away from Flirts. I know she'll be receptive to spending more time with both of us.”

“Both of us,” Dallas echoed. His eyes were dark with lust.

“Both, or you're out,” I said, as blunt with him as I was with Frost. This happened under my terms or not at all.

He looked conflicted, torn between doing what I said and his need for her. Finally, he nodded. “Fine, I'm in. As long as she's okay with that.”

“She will be,” I said firmly. She would be, because I wanted her to be. If she accepted the situation, it would be easier on her, but she'd do what I said either way. Her independence was cute, but her obedience— That would be even better.

“I'll text you the details,” I said. “Don't be late, or I might change my mind.”

“I won't be,” he said quickly.

I believed him. He knew something strange, maybe unsavoury, was up, but he wouldn't miss this opportunity. There was a darkness in him that was waiting to be unleashed. The same as there was in Frost and in me. Chelsea would discover the full extent of that, when we used her body.

“You two are intense over here,” Frost remarked. “Everything okay?”

If he was anyone else, I would have told him to piss off. If it wasn't for his involvement with Chelsea, and the fact he was one of the genuinely nice guys on the team, I would have. Yeah, there was darkness in him, but there was also innocence I was looking forward to unravelling. An inner animal that only came out on the field. I wanted to help him to let it out in other areas of his life.

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