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Chapter Nine

Chelsea

Unable to sleep, I slipped out of bed and walked as quietly as I could to the kitchen for a drink of water.

Glass in hand, I stepped through the living room and over to the window that overlooked Dusk Bay.

The lights of the city twinkled, reflecting on the expanse of water that disappeared into the horizon.

"This is all a lot, isn't it?" Ramsey's voice was soft in the otherwise silent space.

I startled and turned around, almost spilling my water all over me. I'd missed the dark shape that sat in an armchair facing the window. Fortunately for me, he was friend, not foe.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." He pushed himself to his feet and closed the gap between us.

"You're lucky I wasn't one of the guys," I said.

"They might have struck out first and asked questions later."

He chuckled.

"Nothing I couldn't deal with. I knew it was you. No offence, you're not built like a professional men's rugby player."

"No, I'm built more like a professional women's rugby player," I said. I took a sip of my drink and turned back to the view.

"Exactly." He moved around behind me and began to massage my shoulders. "Strong, fast and capable."

"I don't feel very strong or capable lately." I dropped my chin and enjoyed the way his hands felt, working out the knots in my muscles.

"You should," he said.

"Plenty of people would have come apart after everything that's happened. Not you. You held it together. Held everyone else together too."

"I think you might be giving me more credit than I deserve," I said. "We've all worked together to keep each other more or less sane. If it wasn't for all of you, I would have lost my shit a long time ago."

"You're including me in that," he stated.

"Should I not?" I asked over my shoulder.

"You definitely should," he said.

"I'm all in on this too. With you. With the other guys."

"With the other guys as in…" I didn't want to push him, but I was curious.

"Friends," he said quickly. "Brothers. The only one I want is you. Romantically. Physically."

"I know they'll respect that, and so will I," I said. I didn't expect them all to be into each other. As long as they were happy, that was all that mattered.

"Of course." He took the empty glass from my hand and put it aside before turning me to face him. "I said I was going to claim you."

"Yes, you did." My heart skipped a couple of times. "Are you going to do that now?"

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tilted my head back. "Yes. I'm going to make you mine now. Get on your knees." He pushed me down, his fingers still tangled in my hair.

His face was illuminated by the lights coming through the window. His gaze locked on me.

I kept my eyes on his and sank to my knees. He wore only loose track pants, which barely concealed his rapidly growing erection.

"Take out my cock." His voice was already strained with need.

I pushed down the front of his pants and found he'd gone commando. His cock popped out in front of my nose, thick and hard, vein pulsing underneath my fingertips.

"It really is the quiet ones," I said, admiring the line of four piercings decorating his cock. I wouldn't have figured him for a Jacob's ladder guy, but it was perfection on him. Without it, his cock would have been a work of art. With it… I was desperate to feel him inside me.

"I like to keep people guessing," he said. "Open your mouth." He tapped his head against my lips.

I opened, taking him all the way down to the back of my throat.

He groaned. "Yeah, just like that." One hand holding me in place, he slid out slowly before pushing all the way back in. Hips rolling, he thrust in and out of me, fucking my mouth while I sucked and ran my tongue up and down his piercings, making him harder still.

With a moan, he wrenched himself out of my mouth. "Clothes off."

Still on my knees, I wriggled out of my sleep shorts and singlet, kneeling naked in front of him. At the same time, he pushed his track pants off and stepped out of them.

"Stand up." He grabbed my hand, pulled me to my feet and turned me to face the window. "Bend over." He pushed my upper body forward, my weight on my hands, palms pressed against the cool window.

Gripping my hips, positioned his cock outside my entrance before sliding in with one smooth stroke.

I cried out at the suddenness of his penetration and the exquisiteness of his piercings which massaged me all the way through. His cock was so thick already. With the hard bars across his length, I felt everything. So full, so spoilt.

"So tight." He stood still, savouring the way I felt around him.

"You feel so good," I whispered. "Fuck me hard."

He grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back. "Let's get this straight. I give the orders. You obey."

I shivered deliciously. "Yes, sir," I whispered. "I'll obey."

"Yes, you will." He let go of my hair and gripped my hip again. "I will fuck you hard, because I want to." He pulled all the way out and slammed hard into me. So hard it hurt, just the way I liked it.

I moaned. "Fuck, yes."

He thrust several more times, each harder than the last. So hard I almost couldn't take it, but I did. I wanted to. Each and every thrust.

"Chelsea…" He pulled out of me, turned me around again and pressed my back against the window. He hooked a hand under one of my knees and raised my leg so he could thrust back into me. "You're mine now. Mine. Say it."

"I'm yours," I said breathlessly. I was so close to coming it was almost impossible to think. All I knew was his cock sliding in and out of my body.

"Who owns you?" he half-whispered, half-moaned.

"You do," I panted. "You own me."

Luckily Storm didn't appear just in time to refute that. As far as I was concerned, they all owned me. And I owned all of them. All six of my guys.

"Yes, I do," he said. "Come for me." He meant right then and there. Whether I thought my body was ready or not. He was expecting me to do exactly what he told me to do, when he told me to do it.

I promised to obey, so I did. The words barely passed his lips when I came hard around his cock. I saw stars in distant galaxies, felt nothing but bliss and the man inside me, pounding into me with rough, even strokes. Using my body the way I liked to be used.

"So obedient," he said approvingly. "You're going to let me come inside you now. You're going to take every drop of my cum."

"Yes, please," I begged. At that moment, there was nothing more I wanted in this world than to have him come inside my body. To feel his release trickle back out of me. To know that there was absolutely nothing between us. To have him claim me fully like he said he would.

He grunted and thrust several more times before his fingers dug into my leg and he gave in to the orgasm that surged through him. He thrust faster until his hot release exploded inside me, filling me with warmth and stealing another orgasm from me.

I didn't know it was coming until it ripped through me, making me scream out his name, and beg him never to stop fucking me.

Finally, we both came back down, puffing and slick with sweat.

"So good," he said, half to himself. "Your body was made for me. Same as mine was made for you."

"Did you get the piercings for me?" I asked as he lowered my leg back down.

"Didn't know it at the time, but yeah," he said. "Just for you." He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me flush against him. "You're everything."

I snuggled against him, inhaling the unique scent of him, enhanced by the sweat we'd worked up together. "I'm a lucky girl."

He kissed the top of my head. "I'm the lucky one." After a moment he added, "And anyone watching through the window."

I looked over my shoulder. If anyone was watching, I couldn't see them. I didn't mind if they saw everything. It wasn't as though people hadn't seen me fuck dozens of times before. This freebie was just for them. And for Ramsey and me.

"I'm sure they enjoyed the show." I turned back to him.

"Without doubt. Time to clean up. You'll have a shower with me." Like before, he wasn't asking, he was telling.

And, like before, I hurried to obey, knowing he wasn't done with me yet.