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“Surprise me,” I said after a few moments of careful thought. “I'll be ready.”

I was surprised he wanted to give me the choice. He'd given me every indication he was aware of the need for consent, but he'd push those boundaries as far out as they'd go. I suspected he was like this in all areas of his life. Always testing the borders around him and seeing where they might be stretched, or broken.

He didn't get where he was by sitting back and waiting for the world to give him what he needed. He was many things, but complacent was not one of them.

As far as I could tell, none of the guys on the team were. I had yet to meet a lot of them, but if they were anything like him and Frost, I couldn't wait.

He grinned. “No you won't, but that'll be half the fun. When I'm ready, I'll show you the rest of myself. I'll use you the way I want to, like you deserve to be used. We'll need a safe word.”

“Yes, we will,” I agreed. “Something easy to say, but that can't be mistaken for anything else. Something like…unicorn.”

He grimaced. “Unicorn will remind me of Jay. I don't want to be thinking of him while I'm fucking you.” When I gavehim a funny look, he added, “Jay has some weird fetish about unicorns. I don't think he got hugged enough as a kid.” He didn't look like he sympathised very much.

Jayden Lang was one of the players I had yet to meet. From what I could see, there wasn't much love lost between him and Storm.

“Not unicorn then,” I said. “What about thunder?”

“As in thunderstorm?” Storm looked amused. “That sounds like something you should be shouting when I'm buried inside you. What about watermelon? Not too many other words sound like that, and it's probably not going to slip out of your lips when you come. Probably.”

He rested a hand lightly on my stomach, fingers moving up and down the smooth, flat expanse of my skin. The gesture was more intimate than I would have suspected he was capable of. He was a complicated man. Sometimes gentle, sometimes harder than a rock. He could break me into a thousand pieces, but then he could also put me back together.

I smiled and shrugged. “Works for me.” I couldn't wait to see if he'd push me far enough to need a safe word. My limits might be further than he realised. I suspected he'd show me they were further than I realised.

Yes, please.

Chapter Fifteen

Storm

I corneredFrost outside the locker room first thing. Before he even saw me, I'd grabbed his arm and shoved him into a small storage room.

“What the fuck?” He glared at me, but he looked about ready to piss his pants. He backed up to the wall as I closed the door and flicked the light on.

“That's my line.” I pressed the palm of my hand to the wall beside his head. “She said she took the shit you gave her, on purpose. She said what happened between you and her, she wanted it to happen.”

He swallowed visibly. “That's right. She knew exactly what she was doing. Why are you here busting my ass about it?”

I stared at him until he pressed himself harder against the wall. He looked as though he hoped it would open up and swallow him.

I leaned my upper body back slightly, giving him room to breathe. I wasn't here to intimidate him, not right now. I had other questions that needed answers. “I didn't know this about you. Have you done it before?”

“No,” he said quickly. “I wanted to, but most girls wouldn't, you know… But she's not most girls.”

I did know. This preference, it wasn't the kind of thing you brought up in casual conversation, even if you were sleeping with a woman.

'Hey, do you mind if I drug you senseless and fuck you?' I had to give him credit for being able to bring it up with Chelsea. I would have liked to be a fly on the wall during that little conversation.

“No she isn't,” I agreed. “She knows what she wants, and she likes to try new things.”

I'd done a lot of experimentation with a lot of women, but none of them held my attention the way she did.

“Yes, she does,” Frost said. “So you're not pissed off at me? I didn't force myself on her.” He looked at me sideways, still anxious. Still with a wall behind him and nowhere to run if I decided to punch him. If I wanted to, I could beat the snot out of him right here and now.

“Not pissed off; I'm curious,” I said. “The stuff you gave her, would you take it yourself?”

I got my answer in the way his eyes darkened in response. His breath hitched.

“With the right person,” he said finally, carefully.

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