Page 26 of Filthy Ruck

“I was just inviting Dallas out with us on Monday night,” I said. “For the after-dinner entertainment.”

Frost blinked at me, then at Dallas. “This is getting cosy.” He didn't immediately object. If anything, he seemed interested in exploring an unexpected opportunity. Maybe he wanted to suck Dallas off too. If that was the case, I'd do what I could to nudge them toward each other. I suspected Chelsea would enjoy watching them fuck each other. I knew I would.

“You said both,” Dallas said to me.

“I did, didn't I,” I said unapologetically. “I meant all of us. One at a time, or maybe all at once. I haven't decided yet.”

“Who said you get to decide?” Frost didn't look angry, he looked wary. Like he was worried I'd mess this up for him. That maybe I'd exclude him. The expression in his eyes held a hint of defiance, but something else. Fear. He was scared that I'd throw a bomb at the budding relationship between him and Chelsea, and blow it all to kingdom come.

I could do exactly that, but I wouldn't. Whatever it was between them, I wanted to nurture it. Just like I wanted to nurture my quickly growing bond with the beautiful doctor.

“I did,” I said finally. “I've been playing for the team longer than anyone else and I met her first. If you're going to argue, then you can fuck off.”

“Chelsea and I made plans—” Frost started.

“And I'm letting you keep them,” I said evenly. “This is how it is. We all agreed to it. And now Dallas is a part of it. End of story.” I turned from both of them to change my shorts.

“You're an asshole,” Frost said, his voice deep and low.

I glanced back.

His gaze bore into me, dark with lust. “This shouldn't be hot.”

“Maybe you like being told what to do.” I kept my own voice low. “Maybe I should tell you to suck my cock.”

Saying the words out loud made my balls ache. If I didn't bury my cock in Chelsea soon, I was going to blow my top. Getting myself off in the shower every morning was not enough.I needed to lose myself in her, spill my cum into her body and claim her. I needed it so badly it hurt. Ached. I liked to take a little pain, as well as inflicting it, but even I had my limits.

His Adam's apple bobbed and his gaze dropped toward my groin. He swiped his tongue over his lips.

“We're supposed to be getting ready for training,” Dallas said. His voice was as heavy as ours. Caught up in the vibe. The tent in his pants backed that up.

“Maybe I should tell Frosty to suck your cock?”

Would they do it? They wanted to, that was obvious, but wanting to do something and actually doing it weren't the same thing. This was something I couldn't force, not yet. But I'd given them something to think about. They'd probably jerk off later, the thought embedded in their minds. In their heated blood.

“What are you three pricks doing over there?” Atlas called out from the other side of the locker room.

His words broke the tension, shattering the moment for now.

“They're probably planning to have a unicorn-themed sleepover party,” Jay said, as if that was some kind of epic burn.

Ramsey laugh-grunted from where he sat in the corner.

“I think they're cut up about not being invited,” I said loudly. “I can tell Jay is gutted to miss out on a cake shaped like a unicorn.”

What kind of shit was this guy projecting, exactly? He clearly had unresolved childhood issues he should be discussing with his therapist. Personally, I felt sorry for any kid who missed out on a party with a unicorn theme. Not that I had one, but I had friends who did and I might have gone to one or two of them. Clearly, Jay hadn't.

“Fuck off,” Jay snapped.

“What an articulate comeback,” I said sarcastically. “Let me guess, he never got invited to parties as a kid.” That was sad, but not surprising. Jay was a sullen asshole, with a chip on hisshoulder and his head up his ass. If he wasn't such a good rugby player, I'd have no respect for him at all. Just like he had none for me.

“I got invited to plenty,” he snarled. “Every fucking weekend. None with any unicorn shit.” Yeah, he definitely had issues.

I smirked. I'd sooner invite them to have a unicorn sleepover than spend time with Chelsea. The fact she'd have to treat them sooner or later made me see red. The fact there was nothing I could do about it made me angrier still.

I wanted to control her life and her body, but I wouldn't stop her from doing her job. I needed her to want me, not resent me. Asking her to stop being a doctor would be like her asking me to give up rugby. That was not going to happen.

“All right, guys,” Coach Stanley shouted. “Let's get out there.”

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