Page 14 of Bad Ruck

Storm didn't. If he wasn't happy about it, he was resigned. We were a family, whether he liked it or not.

"One big happy family," Frost said, with a hint of irony.

Big, yes. Happy… Not right now. Not when we were separated and still somewhat divided.

"I'm going to go down and see if Dallas is in the gym, or the pool," Storm said.

I jerked my face towards him. "You shouldn't go alone." I didn't want him to go missing too.

"I'll be fine," he said. "I'm not leaving the building."

"Chelsea is right," Frost said. "None of us should do anything alone. I'll go with you." He placed his hands on his thighs, ready to stand.

"No, I'll go," Atlas said. "Like you said, we're a family. It's time for Storm and I to try to get along."

"Okay." Frost lowered his arms. "No killing each other down there."

"I won't if he won't." Storm gave Atlas the side eye, but waited for him to reach the front door before opening it and stepping out.

"I won't if Storm isn't a dickhead," Atlas said before the door closed behind them.

"What are the chances Storm can avoid being a dickhead for ten minutes?" Jay asked.

"He's okay when you get to know him," Frost told him. "The question is, what are we going to do for the next ten minutes? I vote you and I take Chelsea's mind off all of this for a little while."

"I vote for that too." Jay’s eyes darkened, but his expression was tentative. Not when he looked at me, but his sidelong glance at Frost. The way his tongue swiped over his lower lip.

"I'd never ask you to do anything you're not comfortable with," Frost told him. "Let's make this about Chelsea."

“Deal.” Judging by the expression on Jay's face, that was the end of the conversation, but only for now. They'd work that out when they were ready. For now, Jay let his hand wander up my thigh and under the hem of my shirt.

Frost placed his hands on my knees and slowly moved them up, pushing the fabric with him as he went.

We should have focused on Dallas and how to find him, but the moment their hands touched my skin, my whole body was on fire.

Everyone was doing what they could to find him. I’d allow myself a few minutes to feel good with two of my guys.

"She's so wet," Frost said to Jay as he revealed the gusset of my panties. He pressed the tip of his finger under the lace and over the entrance to my pussy.

"Her pussy is beautiful," Jay whispered reverently. "So perfect. And that piercing is something else." When Frost pushed my panties aside, Jay leaned down to my clit piercing, before drawing it between his lips and sucking gently.

That was almost enough to make me come on the spot. My back arched and I moaned. "Holy shit, that's…" I had no further words. All coherent thoughts were pushed right out of my mind. The only thing left was to feel.

"I think she likes it," Frost said.

"Good." Jay circled my piercing with the tip of his tongue, before sucking again.

I was already quivering, but that increased twofold when Frost pulled down the front of my blouse and bra, and started to lavish attention on my nipples.

"You're right, she is wet," Jay said as he slipped a finger inside me, then another. "Is she always this wet?"

"Basically permanently," Frost agreed. "She's always ready for us. Always willing."

"I knew she was perfect." Jay sat back and watched himself fuck me with his fingers.

After a moment, Frost did the same, both avidly watching them slide in and out of me.

"That's so hot," Frost said. "She's taking those so well. She always does."

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