Page 3 of Dirty Ruck (Ruck Boys #5)

Chapter Three

Jay

"I feel like a fucking idiot." I looked down into my beer. Maybe drowning in there was a good idea.

"Don't," Atlas said as he slipped into the chair beside me. He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.

If anyone else touched me like that, I would have jerked away. Anyone but him and Chelsea. They respected my boundaries. If I was uncomfortable, they backed off. I loved them both for it.

Frost was quickly creeping into that same, comfortable space. The guy got me too, so far.

"It was a setup by people who knew what they were doing." He lowered his hand to the back of the chair. "You couldn't have known they'd pull what they pulled."

"I should have," I said. "I don't know how, but I should. There's some asshole out there who took a potshot at our woman. Instead of grabbing him, we went after the wrong guy."

I turned my face to look at him. "They're going to come again. Ramsey said so."

"Ramsey doesn't know everything." Atlas wrapped his fingers around a half-empty water bottle. "It might have been a one-off. It might not be what he said it was."

"You don't believe that," I stated. "You think someone is coming after her." I nodded upward, in the direction of Storm's apartment. He, Frost and Chelsea disappeared upstairs with Dallas and Ramsey when we arrived back in the building.

I needed a moment, so I slipped into our place. Atlas followed. I wouldn't have minded if he left me alone, but I was grateful for his presence. He was better than anyone at talking me down from the proverbial ledge.

He chewed on my statement for a few moments before responding.

"Yeah, I think Ramsey is right on that score.

But if you hadn't gone after him the way you did, we wouldn't know as much as we know.

Besides, if you went after the person who really shot her, they might have shot you.

I'd be pissed off right now if you were dead.

" His tone was light, but at the same time, fully sincere.

"That makes two of us," I said with a laugh. "I'd be pissed off about it too. I'd be haunting some prick right now."

"Instead, you're here with this prick." He grinned.

I jabbed my elbow into his arm. "You're not a prick. Would I be here if you were?"

"That depends on your taste," he said. "If you have bad taste, then yeah. You would."

"Lucky I have good taste," I said.

Joking around for a few minutes was nice, but it didn't shake my frustration.

We were set up, and we did exactly what they thought we'd do.

I hated people pulling my strings like I was some kind of puppet.

I was no one's puppet. I was Jayden fucking Lang, scrum-half for the Dusk Bay fucking Smashers. I was a badass bitch in my own right.

"If you let it eat you up, then they win," Atlas said. "This was only one play. Not the whole game."

"I can't help feeling it's past halftime," I said. "If we don't get our shit together, we'll lose."

"What the hell kind of talk is that?" He frowned at me. "Since when do we lose?"

"We've lost before." I shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze. He always made me diamond hard, but right now I was losing myself in this stupid pity party. I knew it was dumb and pointless, but I couldn't get out of my own head.

"Look at me," he insisted. "We are not losing this. We’ll keep Chelsea safe and we'll stop those assholes from muscling in on Dusk Bay, or anywhere else.

They won't get past us. Our defence game is strong.

Right now, the only offence they have is a stupid distraction.

One we'll use to our advantage. They'll regret the day they tried to screw with us. "

Like always, I couldn't quite meet his gaze, but I let his words seep into my brain and buoy my confidence.

"Yeah, they will," I said with a sharp nod. "We'll be on the lookout for them now."

Personally, I was going to be on edge and paranoid until something else happened. Which was probably what they wanted. Fuck, they were pulling my strings again.

"I know it's easy for me to say don't let it get to you, but we've got this." Atlas was a muscular god of unwavering confidence.

"I don't want to let it get to me." My frustration was rising again. I tended to fixate on things. I tried to think about anything else, but they stuck anyway. Usually the obsession was football, but now it was this. My brain was buzzing with it.

"I know you don't." He put his hand on my shoulder again. "What can I do?"

"Just keep being you." I leaned over to brush my mouth over his. Something I wouldn't have dared to do when we first met. He was so out of my league it wasn’t funny. I never expected him to notice I existed, except as just another teammate.

But then he started talking to me. He never treated me like there was anything wrong with me. I couldn't have stopped myself from falling in love with him if I tried. Same with Chelsea.

They both saw me . Not the weird guy who got overwhelmed more easily than the people around me.

Not the strange guy who couldn’t stand the feeling of socks.

The way they felt, rough against my feet, that made me want to burn every last pair of them on the face of the planet.

Wearing them sucked. I only tolerated them when I had to.

This was my normal and they loved me for it.

"I think I can manage that." Atlas deepened the kiss, his tongue tasting my lips and tangling with mine. If he kept kissing me like that, I was going to lose my load in my track pants.

I managed to break off our kiss and straighten up. "You want to go upstairs?"

"Yeah, I do," he said. He grabbed my hand and tugged me towards the door like if he didn't hurry up he might implode.

Laughing, I let him pull me into the elevator. While we travelled up to the floor above, he pressed me against the side of the car, kissing me senseless. His tongue sliding in and out of my mouth like he wished it was his cock.

We staggered out of the elevator and over to the door to Storm's apartment. Atlas knocked on the door with the side of his fist until Frost finally opened it.

"You guys okay?" he asked, his gaze going from me to Atlas and back again.

"We need to move into one house." Atlas pulled me inside and closed the door behind us. He grabbed the back of Frost's head and kissed him deeply before pulling me in for another kiss.

"I couldn't agree more." Frost stepped around behind both of us and pushed us towards the living room.

Everyone else was sitting or standing, except Storm, who was rummaging through the fridge. “Burgers will do.”

"There goes the diet," Atlas said.

"Don't forget my salad," Ramsey called out to Storm.

Storm gave him a funny look, but pulled out a bunch of ingredients. "Dinner won't be long."

"Perfect," Atlas said. He pulled me over to Chelsea and pushed me to sit down beside her. "Hey, gorgeous, we didn't want to fuck without you being there."

This was new, but when he said it, I knew he was right. We'd fucked plenty of times before, but we weren’t involved with her then. Doing it without her now would feel like cheating. I was many things, but a cheat wasn't one of them.

That said, I didn't mind when Atlas and Chelsea fucked without me. Sometimes being around so many others was overwhelming. Stepping aside was easier for me. I knew how Atlas felt about me. Whatever he did with her, or with Frost, wouldn't change that.

Before she could respond, Atlas knelt down in front of me. He rubbed my already hard cock with the heel of his hand, only the fabric of my pants between my erection and his skin.

"I'm going to make him hard for you so you can suck his cock," Atlas said. "And you can suck mine too."

"Can I play?" Frost crouched down on the other side of Jay.

"You will play," Storm told him. "Take out Atlas' cock."

Frost was quick to obey, pushing Atlas' track pants down until his erection sprang free.

"Suck him." It was Ramsey who spoke.

Atlas freed my aching cock from my pants before wrapping his fist around Chelsea's hair and pushing her mouth down onto me.

I moaned and half-closed my eyes at the pleasure of her hot, skilled mouth. It wasn't going to take me long to come, not the way she was going.

Atlas nodded his approval, rose to his feet and turned to face Frost.

Frost scooted over on his knees and opened his mouth, taking Atlas' cock all the way to the back of his throat.

It was Atlas' turn to moan in appreciation.

"Dallas, fuck Chelsea," Ramsey said.

"Who said you're in charge?" Storm asked him.

"We can share," Ramsey said without taking his eyes off Chelsea. Dallas moved over to her and pushed up the hem of her dress. He grabbed her G string and pulled it off before leaning her over further and pushing his fingers inside her.

She moaned around my cock. Her sucking slowed for a moment or two but she didn't break her rhythm.

With an inpatient shove, Dallas pushed his clothes out of the way and pulled his fingers out of her, replacing them with his cock.

The sight of him fucking her while she sucked me made me even harder. Add to that Frost on his knees, sucking Atlas… I'd never seen anything so erotic in my life.

I wondered what I was getting into with this family, but moments like this, I fully understood. We took care of each other. In all the ways that counted.

I glanced around at Storm and Ramsey, hoping to see them touch each other. Instead, they had their cocks in their own hands, each stroking themselves slowly while they watched the rest of us.

Dallas grunted and thrust faster as he came inside Chelsea.

I didn't want to come yet, but seeing and hearing him stole an orgasm from me. My balls tightened almost to the point of pain before exploding my cum into her mouth.

Atlas was half a heartbeat behind, pumping into Frost's mouth, fucking him until every last drop was released.

"Don't swallow yet," Storm said. "Chelsea and Frost, I want to see you kiss and share."

Chelsea straightened up as Frost scooted over to her on his knees. He pressed his mouth to her, kissing her and trickling Atlas' cum into her mouth.

She swished her jaw back and forth, savouring the taste like it was a fine wine. "So good."

"Don't swallow yet," Storm said. Cock still in hand, he walked over to her and tapped the head against her lips. When she opened up, he pumped himself harder and faster, stroking with his fist until he came. He tilted his head back and moaned long and low as he spilled his release into her mouth.

He took a couple of breaths out his nose stroking himself a few times before letting his now flaccid cock go. "Ramsey."

Ramsey seemed slightly irritated at being told what to do, but he stepped up to Chelsea as Storm moved aside. Like Storm had, he pressed his cock against Chelsea's lips until she opened for him. He pumped a couple of times, hips rocking until he also came, adding his cum to her mouthful.

When he pulled back out of her, she swished her mouth again before pressing it back against Frost's, giving him all of our cum.

"Mmm, delicious," he said, smiling with his mouth closed.

"Can I taste?" I asked. I glanced up at Atlas as though I needed his approval.

"Give it to him," Atlas said with a nod.

Still smiling, Frost pressed his mouth to mine and trickled the delicious mouthful into my mouth. It was a lot, but it was sweet and salty and warm, all at the same time.

"Should we let him swallow it?" Storm asked, glancing sidelong at Atlas and Ramsey.

They both looked appraisingly at me.

"I think we should," Atlas agreed.

Ramsey locked his gaze on me. "Do it."

Unflinching, I swallowed deep and hard. Every single delicious drop.

"That was hot," Chelsea remarked.

"Hell yeah it was," Frost agreed. He smiled at me softly.

Yeah, he was definitely growing on me. I was here for it.