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Chapter Five

Chelsea

"I'll tell you where he isn't ." Frost appeared from the room Dallas claimed as his own, green eyes full of regret and disappointment.

He held onto his hope Dallas was there for the entire drive home.

Now that hope was dashed, he looked like a lost boy who misplaced his puppy.

I had to remind myself he'd killed a woman. Daniel Frost was no lost, innocent boy.

"He isn't in any of the bedrooms." Frost rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, frowning as though sure he missed something.

"Neither of the bathrooms either." I sighed. I hadn't expected to find him there, but I checked anyway. Grateful at least not to find him in the bath, under the water, or lying dead in the shower.

"His car isn't parked in his space." Storm dropped his keys on the kitchen island, where they clattered across the granite surface.

For the hundredth time, I checked my phone. No notifications. No text messages, no missed calls. Nothing from Dallas, Ramsey or my brother.

Nothing.

I flopped down on the couch and cradled my face in my hands. Not losing my shit was taking everything I had. Usually, I was good at remaining calm in a crisis. My job relied on it. This? This was getting to me more and more. Unravelling me slowly.

The longer we went without answers, the more difficult it became to keep my composure. The more I wanted to tip my head back and scream in frustration. I wanted to walk the streets of Dusk Bay until I'd been everywhere he could possibly be and even places he couldn't. I wanted to get everyone in the city out to look for him. And to look for whoever killed India.

I was good at a lot of things, but dealing with the feeling of helplessness was not one of them. I hated that I couldn't fix any of this.

"I'll try calling him again," Frost said. He sat down on the coffee table in front of me and held his device to his ear. He frowned slightly as he listened to it ring. Shook his head as it went to voicemail. He opened his mouth, as though considering leaving a message, but closed it again and ended the call.

We left enough messages on Dallas' voicemail already. One more wouldn't make him answer them sooner.

I sighed heavily. All I wanted right now was for him to walk through the door and tell me he was fine. That he got distracted and lost track of time. A long walk on the beach. A training session at the gym. Something.

Anything .

Jay sat down beside me, close enough for comfort, but giving me space at the same time. "I don't know Tex all that well, but I'm sure he'll be fine."

"What Jay said." Atlas sat on the other side of me, his thigh touching mine. "We're Smashers, we don't give up without a fight. We're tough as old boots. Better looking though."

Frost stared at him.

Atlas stared back. "What? You've never heard anyone compare themselves to old boots before?"

"That's the first time I've heard you call yourself a Smasher," Frost said. "That you've admitted you're one of us."

Atlas shrugged. "It's the first time I've felt like one of us. Part of the team."

"Me too," Jay said softly. "Part of the family." He glanced up at Storm, as if expecting him to contradict them.

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."

"She's taking them very well," Jay agreed. He added a third finger, thrusting slightly slower.

"Can I see how well she takes your cock?" Frost asked.

Jay's eyes widened, but he slowly slid his fingers out of me and pushed down the front of his track pants and briefs. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the couch before sliding me onto his cock. He positioned us carefully so I was lying back and he and Frost could watch his cock slide in and out of me.

"Even better than I imagined," Frost whispered. "I could watch her being fucked all day."

"I could fuck her all day," Jay said. "Why don't you…rub her clit and make her come for us?"

Frost scooted around a little so he could slide his hand between my legs and rub the pad of his thumb over my clit without taking his eyes off Jay's thrusts.

"Yes, just like that," Jay said, his voice strained.

"You heard the man," Frost said. He kept up his motion on my clit while leaning over to suck one of my nipples.

I couldn't have stopped myself and I didn't want to. My whole body clenched, muscles tight around Jay's cock as I came hard. I rocked my hips as carefully as I could, knowing they were both watching me, and watching Jay's cock as he exploded inside me.

He moaned. "Fuck… So good… So fucking good." He ground against me, drawing out both of our orgasms for as long as he could. He came down slowly and carefully, breathing as evenly as he could while still keeping his gaze on where we were connected.

"Can I see?" Frost asked. He took his hand off my clit and rested it lightly on my thigh. "I want to see your cum inside her pussy."

Jay pulled back slowly, while keeping my knees apart so they could both watch as his cum slowly trickled back out of me.

"Now that is beautiful," Frost marvelled. "She deserves to be decorated with cum." He pushed his pants down and pulled out his cock. He wrapped his fist around it and gave a few short tugs, sliding his hand up and down his length. With a grunt, he came, adding his release to Jay's. Letting their cum mingle on the outside of my pussy.

"Work of art," Jay said approvingly. His eyes were dark and his cock was already starting to harden again.

"I thought so," Frost said with a smile. "We can both fill her next time. So full until she overflows."

"You guys are too good to me," I whispered.

"You're amazing," Frost told me. "You deserve to be fucked all day and all night. And then some."

"So do you," I said to them both. I wanted them to fuck me until I couldn't walk for a week. And neither could they.

"We should get you cleaned up," Frost said with a regretful sigh. "The other guys should be back soon."

As they helped me up off the couch and to the bathroom to wash my pussy clean, reality slowly crept back into my brain.

Had Storm and Atlas found Dallas yet? I already felt as though they'd been gone for too long. What if something happened to them while we were fucking?