Page 12 of Twisted Ruck

"I like my place," I argued anyway.

"My place is bigger." His jaw worked back and forth, that stubborn look in his eyes. "And it's safer."

"Didn't someone almost get shot while they were looking out the window of Powell Tower?" I asked.

"Almostbeing the key word," Storm said. "You can't shoot someone through bullet-proof glass."

"Pretty sure you can," I said.

"They didn't," Storm snapped. "And they won't. There's nowhere safer in Dusk Bay."

"What about the mansions on the cliff?" Frost asked. He raised his hands when Storm shot him a look. "Just asking."

"At least one of those has come under attack in the past," Chelsea said softly. "If people want to get in, they will."

I wanted to get in. I wanted it very much. I ran my thumb over the gusset of her panties. Smiled when she shivered.

"Like I said, my place is safer," Storm insisted. "There's enough bedrooms and bathrooms for everyone."

No sooner had he said those words than I said, "I'm sharing with Chelsea."

"I was going to say that." Frost gave me the side eye.

Storm eyed us both. "There's room for one of those beds that fit ten people if we need it."

"That would work." Frost grinned. "Room for Chelsea and nine guys."

It was Chelsea's turn to eye him. "Or plenty of room for me to sleep spread out."

"As long as I'm there, I don't care," I said. "My cousin has a removal truck. I'll call him later."

"Do I get a say in this?" Chelsea asked, her tone dry, but not pissed off. She knew this was happening and she was rolling with it. Good girl.

"No," Storm told her. "I told you a long time ago you were moving in with me at some point. This is that point. The sooner we get it done, the better."

I slipped a finger under her panties and over her damp pussy. "It's for the best. We can keep all of our stuff and ourselves in one place. When we're travelling, we don't have to worry about people breaking into four places."

"Or even one," Storm said. "No one breaks into Powell Tower."

Chelsea's breath came a little faster as I rubbed my thumb over her clit. She was trying to keep her expression neutral, so the rest of the cafeteria wouldn't know what was happening under the table.

"Storm can't get enough of our company," Frost said. That clearly went both ways.

"How long before Atlas moves in too?" I rubbed harder as she subtly rolled her hips, grinding her pussy against my thumb.

"That might be a bit too soon," she said. Her eyes were half-closed, lips apart, enjoying the way I touched her.

"We might need to look at one of those mansions after all," Frost said. "I heard there's one on the market right now. Something about it having six or seven bedrooms and bathrooms. We could have one each. And room for guests."

Storm scowled.

"Wouldn't hurt to take a look," I said without glancing in his direction.

Right now, my eyes were on Chelsea's chest, and the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath. She was close to coming, right here in the stadium cafeteria. I was harder thanhell. I should take her away from here and fuck her, but I was fascinated that she was letting me do this here.

She loved sex and she loved experimenting with it. As far as I could tell, she hadn't found anything she didn't enjoy, including having my cock inside her all night. She never once tried to put me off, or claim she had enough. Whenever I needed her, she was ready for me.

She was the most perfect woman I ever met. Beautiful, smart and sexy as hell. And the sound she made when she came was amazing.

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