Page 10 of Twisted Ruck

"It's very rucking messy," Atlas agreed. He lowered his forehead to mine. "But if we want it enough, we'll make it work, right?"

"Exactly," I whispered. "You should talk to Jay before this goes further. Figure things out. I'll talk to the others and make sure they aren't plotting your grisly demise."

He chuckled. "They probably are anyway, knowing those guys."

"I don't think Frost is," I said. "I think he likes you too. And Dallas has been telling them to lay off you, so you might also have a supporter there."

"Frosty and Tex have good taste," Atlas said. "So does Jay. Storm might too, for all I know, but he's too busy with his head up his ass."

"You're tight with Ferris Ramsey too, aren't you?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.

Atlas lifted his head and regarded me with curious eyes. "Kinda. He's the only guy on the team who made us feel welcome. Everyone else treats Jay and I like we have the plague."

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "You might have more familiar faces coming soon." I told him about Otis Skinner, and Doctor Stuart's speculation that Dominic King might be the new GM.

"Interesting," Atlas said slowly. "Former Devils might take over here." He seemed to like the idea.

"We're all Smashers here," I scolded lightly.

He smiled. "That's appropriate, because I want to smash you." One hand on my hip, he lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me gently at first before diving in deeper, like he might devour me.

I put my hands on his waist, feeling his firm warmth under the fabric of his T-shirt. I worked my way underneath it, running my palms up and down his sculpted abs and over his flat stomach.

At the same time, my lips and tongue explored his, tasting a hint of coffee in his mouth. I groaned as his other hand wandered up my body, the heel of his hand sliding over my nipple, making it pebble.

He kissed the side of my mouth and trailed kisses down my cheek, to my neck. Lightly, he grazed his teeth over my skin before biting down on my shoulder.

The sudden jolt of delicious pain sent a shiver all the way through my body. I whispered, "Atlas."

"You're so fucking beautiful." He bit me again, this time lower down. "Fucking tasty too. I bet anything your pussy tastes like heaven." He ran the tip of his tongue over where he bit before lowering himself to his knees and pushing my skirt up. He grabbed the front of my panties and tore them, leaving the lacy fabric in shreds.

"When do you start working here?" He looked up at me. "Officially."

"The day after tomorrow," I said breathlessly.

"Good, I'm going to tear your panties off then too, first thing in the morning, so you can walk around all day without them." He grabbed my leg and draped it over his shoulder before diving in deeper, his tongue raking over my already wet pussy.

I moaned, mostly from his expert touch, but partly at the idea of working while commando. The guys would love that, especially Dallas. One less piece of fabric between me and their cocks.

"I was right," Atlas said between licks. "So tasty."

"So good," I whispered. I ran my fingers through his hair, while watching him flick his tongue over and around my clit. He slid a couple of fingers inside me and curled around to start stroking my insides.

"Come for me, Chelsea," he said. "I want to hear how you sound when you come."

I groaned again. "I'm so close. Don't stop." Every time he lapped his tongue over me, he touched my piercing as well as my clit, making them come together and drive me crazy.

He didn't stop. He went on licking and stroking until I shattered into too many pieces to count. My vision went dark, broken only by the flare of fireworks that sounded a lot like the roar of blood. Nothing in any universe existed at that moment but absolute pleasure.

He didn't stop until I came all the way down from my orgasm and slumped against the wall, trying to catch my breath. He circled my insides with his fingers a couple of times before pulling them out and rising to his feet. He pressed them between my lips. "Taste yourself," he whispered. "See how delicious you are."

I opened my mouth and sucked on his fingers, tasting salt and tang. I hummed my appreciation. "So good."

"Very good." He pulled his fingers out and kissed me. "For the record, the sound of you coming is even better than Ice Blue Roses."

"With a smaller audience," I said.

He snorted softly. "This time. When the other guys fuck you, do they do it in front of each other?"

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