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“He's a machine,” Frost marvelled.

Dallas cut him a glance. “Can't get enough of her.” He drove in hard, over and over, as though he hadn't fucked me for days. As though if he did it hard enough, he might embed himself in me, and never leave.

With a guttural groan, he came again, filling me for a third time. He slumped over me, puffing and sweating slightly.

“We need to get her washed up,” Storm said.

“And ready for round two,” Frost said. “Or three, if Dallas is up to a third.”

“Fucking right I'll be ready.” Dallas helped me up and we walked to the bathroom, cum trickling down my thighs.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chelsea

“Three of them?”Sadie stared at me. “For real? How are you still able to walk?”

“With a bit of difficulty,” I said with a laugh. “But I have no regrets. Although I was tired at work today.”

Doctor Stuart kept giving me worried glances, but he didn't say anything. Presumably, he was waiting for me to ask for help if I needed it. Instead, I got on with my job. Today, that included watching the guys train. They were impressive, driven and skilled, even though they gave each other hell every chance they got. Coach Stanley and the rest of the team had their hands full with them.

“Excuse me if I don't have too much sympathy,” Sadie said with a smile. “Three hot ruck boys. Phew, Chels.” She fanned herself with her hand. “Can you introduce me to some of them?”

“When are you short of attention from men?” I asked.

She was absolutely gorgeous. Wherever she went, she caught their eyes. She only had to snap her fingers and they'd come running.

“Never three at once,” she argued. “You're my hero right now.” She sipped her coffee while the breeze off the bay ruffled her hair.

The day was chilly, but the outdoor section of the café was the perfect place to talk without being overheard. “So, what's the plan?”

“What plan?” I poked my cheesecake with my fork.

“Do you have a future with any of them?” she pressed, as if I was deliberately being obtuse. “Are you going to settle down some day and become a rugby wife?”

“I have no idea,” I said. “I'm not sure if I could pick between them. I'm not even sure they'd let me.”

“Am I sensing some possessive vibes?” Her expression went from slightly envious, to slightly concerned. “Do we need an intervention? Or a new identity?”

I cocked my head at her and made a face. “No and no. It's nothing I can't handle.”

“So to speak,” she said with a grin. “It sounds like a lot of handling took place.”

I rolled my eyes at her, but smiled. I'd told her about my date and the night at Storm's place, telling her I'd fucked all three of them several times. Beyond that, I hadn't gone into specific detail.

“You're not denying it,” she pointed out. “What are they like? I bet they're huge. They look like guys who'd have big dicks.”

“I'm not sure they'd appreciate me discussing their penis size,” I said. They probably wouldn't care, but I wasn't going to anyway. She wasn't at Flirts on the night Dallas fucked me in front of everyone else, or she would have seen for herself. Since that part of my life was over, she was out of luck.

She pouted playfully. “How am I supposed to live vicariously through you when you won't give me the details?”

“How about you live your own life?” I suggested. “I bet you wouldn't have trouble finding three guys who wanted to have fun with you.”

She shrugged. “I guess so, but would they be professional athletes?”

I caught sight of movement behind her shoulder and pressed my lips together.

“What is it?” Sadie looked over her shoulder.

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