Page 10 of Dirty Ruck (Ruck Boys #5)

Chapter Ten

Jay

Frost's mouth tasted like apples, sweet and fresh. They were his fruit of choice, along with bananas. Both kinds. Mine was currently standing at half-mast, but growing quickly.

Before I met Chelsea and him, I thought about sex as often as the average guy my age.

Since meeting them, I seemed to be permanently hard.

Or at least semi-hard. The best thing was, there was always someone around to help me with that.

I'd lost count of how many orgasms I've had in the last couple of weeks.

It wasn't too surprising that Dallas was addicted to Chelsea.

I could get addicted to coming so often.

Frost's stubble scraped against mine, his tongue pressing into my mouth. The guy definitely knew how to kiss. I was disappointed when he broke off.

"Do you want to go to your room where it's quieter?" he asked.

My heart thudded hard in my chest. "I love you," I said without thinking. "I love you and I love Atlas and I'd love Chelsea." I looked at each of them in turn. "You get me." They always understood what I needed, sometimes before I did.

"I love you too." Frost kissed the tip of my nose.

"So do I," Atlas said, sounding slowly choked, like he was trying to hold back emotions. For a big guy, who put on a mask of bravado, he felt things deeply. Being a part of this family meant as much to him as it did to me. Of course it did; why else would he put up with Storm?

"I love you too," Chelsea said. She put a hand on my bicep and softly kissed my mouth.

"Will you come with us?" I said to her and Atlas. "I'd like to be alone with the three of you."

"We'll be fine," Storm said. If he was put out, he didn't show it for once. Was he getting softer and more accepting as he got to know all of us? This might be the real him and he hadn't let anyone see it before. If that was the case, I hoped he showed that side of himself more often. I liked it.

Dallas didn't look so certain, but he stepped away to the kitchen.

Ramsey muttered something about having a shower before disappearing in the direction of his room.

"Let's go then." Frost laced his fingers in mine and tugged me behind him, in the direction of my bedroom.

The other guys had personalised their bedrooms with different furniture and art on the walls.

In comparison, the room I shared with Atlas was simple and plain.

The walls were bare and the furniture minimal.

Bed, tables to either side, TV on a stand against the wall.

Uncluttered and tidy, the way I liked it.

I felt all of that acutely as we stepped into the room. Like maybe Chelsea and Frost would take a look around and make suggestions for things I should change.

They didn't. Neither said a word as Chelsea closed the door behind her and everyone started to tear off their clothes. Socks, shirts and underwear went flying.

Atlas quickly shoved everything aside with his foot, making a pile which would have to be sorted through later.

I could deal with that. I preferred my chaos to be organised.

Since this resulted in three other naked people, I found I couldn't complain about the mess too much anyway.

My attention was occupied taking in the view.

"Sometimes, I think I must be dreaming," I said slowly. "How did I get here, with all of you?"

"You must have won the lottery," Frost teased.

Atlas elbowed him. "We won the lottery when we found him."

"Huh, you're right," Frost said with a nod. "I won the lottery with all three of you."

"I'd say the same, but I don't buy lottery tickets," Chelsea said. "I've never been much of a gambler. Not like that."

Frost closed the distance between them. "What do you gamble with?"

She huffed out a brief laugh. "My life, apparently."

Atlas gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You know we'd never let anything happen to you, right? If anyone tries anything with any of you, I'll personally…" He shook his head.

"Tie them down and slice the skin off their body piece by piece?" Frost said helpfully.

Atlas pointed a finger gun at him with his spare hand. "Yes, that. For starters."

"You wouldn't do that to anyone," I told him.

Yes, I was well aware he killed people, but he didn't do shit like that for fun.

Every time he took a life, it stole another piece of him.

I'd tried a couple of times to get him to talk about it, but he refused, saying he didn't want to put the burden on me.

I suspected he thought I'd turn away from him if he gave me too many details.

He was wrong, I'd never turn away from him.

On the other hand, I was glad to be spared the details. I could imagine. That was enough.

"I would," Frost said. "In fact, I volunteer to save Atlas from the mess."

"That's all kinds of fucked up," Atlas told him.

Frost shrugged and grabbed my wrist to pull me towards the bed. "Yeah, and it's turning me on something fierce." That was obvious from his erection, bobbing as he walked.

"Frost wants a torture dungeon with sex room on the side," Chelsea said, following us over to the bed.

"Of course he does," I said. I wasn't even slightly surprised. When it came to our family, I was clean out of surprises. If they all told me they were secretly dragon shifters, I probably wouldn't blink. As long as they let me ride on their backs once in a while, I'd be here for it.

"I'm totally down for a sex room," Atlas said. He sat down beside us, his fist around his cock. "There has to be a sex swing. I've always wanted one of those. And one of those couch things."

"And what will you do with one of those couch things?" Chelsea asked. She rolled on to all floors and crawled over to him.

"I'd fuck you on it," he said. He grabbed her and turned her so her back was to him, her ass at the edge of the bed.

He pried her legs apart and slid his fingers inside her.

"I see you like the idea too, you're nice and wet.

" He put his fingers in and out of her a few times before sliding them out and replacing them with his cock.

"Frost," I said tentatively. "You want to… Do that to me?"

His eyes lit up. "Hell yeah I do. Have you got any— Ah." He reached over to the table beside the bed for the tube of lube we kept there.

I swallowed and turned my back on him. Atlas fucked my ass before, but no one else had.

I usually kept that side of myself hidden from the world, sleeping with women instead.

I couldn't remember when I realised I liked both; it was always a part of me.

Acting on it, that took a long time, but it was worth the wait. This would be too.

The lube was cold as Frost pressed his fingers to my rear hole, smearing it around before sliding one of them inside me.

"Can I tell you something?" Frost said softly as he put the tube back on the table.

I looked over my shoulder at him. "Yeah, of course." My anxiety rose at the expression on his face, but it was tempered by Atlas and Chelsea's moans beside us.

"I've never done this to another guy before," he said, his eyes shifting back and forth like he was worried I'd judge him for it.

"I like that I'm your first," I said. That must have been the right thing to say, because he grinned and slid another finger inside me.

I shifted involuntarily with how good it felt. His hands were almost as big as Atlas', his fingers thick and broad.

He must have misread my shiver, because he drew them out a little. "Are you okay?"

"Better than okay," I assured him. "Don't stop. Please."

"Phew." He laughed softly and pushed them in deeper before adding a third finger.

I closed my eyes and focused on letting my muscles relax to take what he was giving me. I suspected it took me longer than it took other people, but after a minute or two I was ready for more.

"Fuck me," I whispered over my shoulder. "Please." I wrapped my hand around my cock and worked it up and down slowly as he positioned his and nudged into me.

"Happy to," he said, already sounding breathless. "You're so fucking tight, Jay. So fucking good." Bit by bit, he inched in until he was seated all the way inside me. He stopped then, letting me get used to him. Waiting for me to relax again.

I glanced over to where Atlas was thrusting into Chelsea with smooth, even strokes. His hands were on her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her eyes were closed as she rocked back onto him, keeping time with him.

His eyes were half closed, a smile on the corners of his lips.

I loved to see him like that. Enjoying himself as he fucked our woman.

I wished I had my phone with me so I could take a photo of the bliss on his face, and on hers.

Instead, I committed the sight to memory, so I could picture it later and enjoy it again and again.

"You like what you see?" Frost whispered. "I know I do. One of the best things about being part of this family is being able to watch that. And do it." He slid halfway out of me before pushing back in. "You feel so good."

"So do you," I said. The way he filled me, it felt different from Atlas somehow, but just as good. He was slightly longer and hit me at a different angle, that must be it. Atlas' cock was a little thicker. Both of them were perfect.

His hands gripping my hips, he started to thrust in and out slowly and carefully, gradually increasing the speed as I pumped myself faster.

"I'm going to come," Chelsea cried out.

"Come for us," Atlas told her. He thrust into her faster too, pulling out all the way before slamming back in. His face was strained like he was also on the verge of orgasm.

I'd seen that look so many times, but I'd never get enough of it. Never get enough of him, or Frost or Chelsea. They were everything to me. I wasn't sure what I could do to keep them safe, but I'd sure as hell try.

In the meantime, I rocked back into Frost, driving him harder as Chelsea came, quickly followed by Atlas.

Frost groaned, long and low before he also came, spilling himself into me. "Bloody hell, so fucking good…" He pumped a couple of more times before finally sliding out of me.

Before I knew what he was doing, he'd rolled me onto my back and wrapped his mouth around my cock. It only took a couple of sucks before I lost myself, coming hard and fast down his throat.

He grinned over at me, slid his lips off me and crawled up so his face was in front of mine. He arched his eyebrow questioningly. When I nodded, he pressed his mouth to mine, squirting my own cum between my lips.

"That's fucking hot," Atlas whispered.

Chelsea murmured her agreement, locking her eyes on mine as I swallowed.

"You guys are everything," she said. "Everything and then some."

As I licked my lips all I could do was nod my agreement.