Page 49 of Filthy Ruck

I wouldn't say no to returning the favour with one of the guys. Or all of them. I also wouldn't object to seeing Storm leave bruises on Frost.

I saw the way they looked at each other over dinner. The occasional glance and accidental brushing of hands when they both reached for the water jug. Their connection was electric.

“How does this work?” Dallas asked, his fingers stroking the inside of my thigh. “Do we all go to someone's house, or do we take turns with Chelsea?”

“You can all come to my place,” Storm said. “We can figure it out from there. Who wants to do what with whom.” He propped his elbows on the table. “The rules are simple. No judgement. If anyone wants to make judgements, they can fuck off now.” His gaze slid from Frost, to me, then to Dallas.

“I can agree not to judge any of you,” Frost said. He turned his face and looked at Dallas.

“If you won't judge me, then I won't judge you,” the second-rower said. “Another rule. No photos, no videos. No nothing that can leak to the public.”

“A-fucking-men,” Storm agreed. “I'd love naked photos of Chelsea, but there's too much risk of being hacked. I don't want anyone looking at her who isn't in this—” he turned his finger around in a circle, indicating everyone at the table “—whatever this is. Those days are in the past.”

“Unless I decide to get naked for someone else,” I said. Last time I looked, it was still my body.

“Then they better be involved in this too,” Storm said firmly. “Your body is for our eyes, hands, mouths and cocks. Whether that's just us, or includes some other guys, it doesn't include the whole fucking Internet.”

“Agreed,” Frost said softly. “I don't want everyone seeing her either.”

I could have told them I knew a couple of guys, twins, who could have anything like that taken off the Internet if I needed it. They might not be able to remove it completely, especially if people saved the photos, but they could take it down from anywhere it would be seen by a lot of people. And keep it from going back up.

I pressed my lips together instead. If I told the guys that, I'd have a lot more to explain. Stuff they might not be ready for yet.

On the drive here, I had the distinct impression they had no idea who might have followed us. That it could have been someone far worse than a paparazzo. Did they really not know who ran Dusk Bay?

If this turned into anything more than fucking, if they wanted a relationship with me, sooner or later they had to know.

I decided that was a problem for future Chelsea. I'd look for the right time to tell them, but it wasn't now.

“If anyone spreads photos of her naked, I'll poke their eyes out,” Dallas growled. He picked up his fork and stabbed the air with it.

I smiled. For a big, obsessive guy, he was adorable. He'd be horrified if he knew what my brother would do. Poking people's eyes out was a relaxed Tuesday afternoon for Isaac 'Ice' Miller.

“It would be best not to take any photos, or videos,” I said finally. “I wouldn't want anyone to do anything rash or violent on my behalf.”

Not that would get them kicked off the team, anyway. If Dallas was going to go around stabbing anyone, he'd have to make sure they were dead and the evidence dealt with first.

Once again, I knew people.

Once again, I couldn't tell him that.

“Does that mean photos of you are fair game?” Frost asked Dallas teasingly.

Dallas aimed the fork in his direction and repeated the stabbing motion. “I have a contract. The only photos I allow to be circulated are ones that pass through my management.”

“That doesn't rule out naked ones,” Frost pointed out.

“If my management wants to circulate naked photos of me to boost my career, I'll let them.” Dallas placed his fork on his plate. “Otherwise, not a chance.”

Storm looked thoughtful.

“What is it?” I ask him.

Smiling, he said, “I was wondering what circumstances naked photos of us would boost our careers. We're supposed to be role models for children. It seems unlikely, worse luck.”

“You want to pose naked?” Frost asked. “I mean, from the front.”

“I wouldn't want to put all the other men on the planet to shame,” Storm said. “But it wouldn't bother me. I'm not shy about my body. If I didn't play rugby, I'd make an amazing porn star.” He cut a look toward Dallas. “So would you. Watching you fuck Chelsea got me going the other night. I bet you'd make a fortune.”

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