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Jay was still on his knees, watching us, his hand curled around his own cock. He stroked himself in time with Atlas' thrusts, his hips rolling along with mine.

"You feel incredible," Atlas whispered near my ear. "I knew you would. Your pussy was made for me. For us."

At a nod from Atlas, Jay rose on his knees and started to stroke my clit with the tip of two fingers.

"We want you to come again," Jay said. The first thing he'd said in a while. He continued to pump himself with one hand while he worked me with the other.

"I want you both to come," I whispered.

"Atlas," Jay said. "I want to see you come inside her."

"Fuck, Jay," Atlas whispered in protest. "You're going to make me come, just saying that."

"Good," Jay said unapologetically. "Come inside her. Fill her up. Just like you've filled me up before." He worked me harder,his fingers grazing Atlas' cock at the same time as he teased my clit.

"Mmm, please," I begged. "Come inside me."

Atlas grunted and let go, slamming into me a couple more times before he came hard, crying out and spilling himself inside my body.

At the same time, I came again, harder and faster than before. My cries matched Atlas', like a beautiful choir.

I was just coming down when Jay got to his feet, pumping himself again until he came, squirting cum over my stomach and hip. Leaving me warm and sticky.

"Fuck, that was hot," Atlas said. slowly and carefully, he pulled out of me and helped me to straighten back up.

"It is for starters," Jay said. His hand on my upper arm, he guided me back to the side of the bed. He sat me down and knelt between my legs. "It's only fair to clean you up."

Once again, he parted my legs and started to lick Atlas' cum as it leaked out of my pussy.

Chapter Eight

Chelsea

"I'm startingto think I should have borrowed some goalie padding from the Dusk Bay Demons," I whispered to Frost. "Then it might be safe to stand between them."

Storm and Atlas stood on opposite sides of the visitors’ locker room. Every so often, they eyed each other.

So far, no one took a swing.

"I know what you mean," Frost whispered back. "The whole flight over, I was expecting one of them to saysomethingto the other. Then it would have been on. I think Dallas wanted to shove them out the door somewhere over the Pacific."

"I've tried to get them to talk to each other, but it's worse than herding cats." I sighed.

"Who's herding cats?" Cautiously, Jay stepped over to us, socks and footy boots in one hand.

"We are," Frost said. "I'm thinking we need to put both of them in a room and not let them out until they talk to each other. What do you think?"

"I think we might open the door to two dead bodies," Jay said regretfully. He glanced over to Atlas, then to Storm, irritation etched on his face.

"That would take care of the problem of them arguing with each other," Frost said slowly. "But I don't like the end result too much. Let's put that in the maybe pile."

Obviously, he had no intention of actually doing that.

At least, I thought it was obvious. Jay looked like he wasn't quite so sure. Or maybe he wouldn't have minded if Storm was gone.

"What's going in the maybe pile?" Dallas joined us in the corner of the locker room.

"Letting Atlas and Storm fight their differences out," Frost said. "If they were hockey players, they'd spend all their time in the penalty box after punching the shit out of each other on the ice. Can't really get away with that on the footy field."

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