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Chapter Twelve

Dallas

"What's wrong?" I nibbled on Chelsea's earlobe while she looked out the window toward the ocean. "You've been lost in thought since you got back. Do I have to hurt anyone?" Because I totally would. Hurt, not kill. Unless I had to.

She leaned back against me, letting me put my arms around her. "I'm not sure. I mean, no you don't have to hurt anyone. I just mean, I'm not sure if anything is wrong. It might, and then it might not."

"I'm going to need you to elaborate," I said. "You have something on your mind. You know we're here to listen any time you want to talk." I hated the idea she might have a problem she didn't feel comfortable talking to one of us about. What were families for if they weren't for sharing problems?

"I know, I just…" She exhaled softly.

"Whatever it is, chances are we're already involved," I said. "You're not trying to spare our feelings, are you? I mean, Storm doesn't even have any."

Storm, who was in the kitchen with Frost, cooking dinner, called out, "I heard that. Yes I fucking do."

"Of course you do." Frost patted his bicep. Those two were getting more joined at the hip by the day.

I laughed softly, letting Chelsea feel my body rumble, even if the other two couldn't hear me. It was too easy to get a rise out of the big fullback.

"I'm not trying to spare your feelings," Chelsea said. "It isn't about that."

"What is it about then?" I pressed. "Because something is clearly bothering you. Are you not getting enough orgasms?"

She laughed. "That is definitely not a problem I have."

"Are you sure?" I ran my hand over her flat stomach and down to the apex of her thighs. "Because I love nothing more than giving them to you."

Like she always did, she melted in my arms. I made a note to insist she tell me what was on her mind later. For now, there was only one thing on mine.

That was leaning her forward until she pressed her palms against the window and undoing the front of her jeans. I pulled them down her legs and her panties with them.

While she stepped out of them, I worked the buttons of her shirt loose and pulled it down of her shoulders. I unhooked her bra, and that went next, dropping to the floor.

If anyone looked up, or from across the road in Luchesi Tower, they'd see her in all her naked glory.

They'd see me kneel down behind her and spread her legs before sliding a couple of fingers deep into her. She was already nice and wet. I licked her ass cheek before biting down hard enough to make her squeal.

Smiling to myself, I bit her other cheek, then brushed my tongue over the bite, to soothe the pain. I wanted to leave my mark on her, but I wanted to take care of her too.

She wiggled her ass in my face, making me smile. She was so fucking sassy. Just for that, I bit her again. Her firm, round cheek was delicious.

I worked my fingers in and out of her, making her wetter. Enjoying the feeling of her tight muscles around my calloused fingers. If I could, I'd crawl up inside her and live there. Inside her soft, wet heat. I'd spend my days rubbing her G spot and making her come, over and over again.

For now, all I did was work her with my hand. Drive her to the edge of coming before slowing down, then driving her hard again.

I took her to the brink of coming once more, before sliding my fingers out and waiting until her breathing slowed.

She groaned in frustration. "Dallas…"

"Chels," I said in the same tone of voice, teasing her.

She let out a choked laugh. "You suck."

I chuckled. "When you put it that way." I stripped out of my pants and pulled her down to the floor with me, her legs straddling me, her pussy right above my face. Her mouth was right above my cock.

I gripped her hips and pulled her down so I could run my tongue up and down her wet seam. Her pussy was even more delicious than her ass.

She groaned and wrapped her mouth around my cock, sucking while grinding against my face.

It was my turn to moan. The woman's mouth was as perfect as her pussy. No one sucked me the way she did. No one ever would. She was it for me. She was mine and I was hers. There would never be anyone else. Not for me.

I held her above me, devouring her like she was my last meal. If I died with her riding my face, I'd die happy.

She moaned, long and low before coming hard on my mouth. Her whole body went still. She took her mouth off my cock and cried out as her release spilled from her pussy, over my chin and down my cheeks.

It was so fucking hot, I came the moment she latched her lips back around my cock. I couldn't help myself. My balls tightened and I exploded right into her mouth.

We both sagged, panting for a few moments before she turned her face and swallowed down my cum.

"Good girl," I said breathlessly. She was better than good. She was fucking amazing. "I love you."

She looked back at me for a moment and said, "I love you too."

That was the first time she said those words to me. They stole what breath was left in my body. Hearing them was better than having her come all over my face.

"I got you a little wet." She swung her leg off me and crawled over to lightly touch my face with the tips of her fingers. "I've never done that before."

I probably didn't need an ego boost, but hearing her say I made her squirt for the first time was better than seventeen Christmases all at once.

This woman.

I smiled. "First of many." Now I knew what it took, I'd do everything I could to make her do it again. And again. And again. And…

"That was fucking hot," Frost said.

I didn't know when he'd stepped over to sit on the side of the couch, but he was sitting there now, watching us. His track pants were down to his thighs, his cock was wrapped around his hand.

Chelsea clicked her tongue. "It would be a shame to make you do that yourself."

"It would." Storm stood to the side of the room, his arms crossed over his chest. "Crawl to him and suck him off."

A smile on the corners of her lips, she dropped to all fours and slowly crawled across the hardwood floor to Frost. She placed her hands on his thighs and lowered her mouth, making his cock disappear past her lips.

Frost's eyes rolled back in pleasure. "So… Fucking… Good…" Her head bobbed as she sucked, his hand tangled in her hair. "Chelsea… Fuck… I love you."

She tilted her head to look back at him. She slid her mouth off him long enough to say, "I love you too," before bending back down and continuing to suck.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he smiled. Content to know she felt the same way he did.

He bucked his hips, moving in time to her sucking, his eyes half closed. Lost in a world of bliss. "I'm going to come," he whispered.

A moment later, he did, grinding against her lips and losing his load in her mouth. He grunted a couple of times, thrust a few more. Fucking her mouth for all he was worth.

Finally, he sagged back against the couch, blinking to clear his head.

She slipped her mouth off him and rose to step over to Storm. She kissed his mouth, long and slow, before squirting Frost's cum into his mouth.

His eyes widened in surprise, but he leaned back and swallowed down the mouthful.

"Now that was hot," I whispered. I had no interest in tasting their release, but watching them share it was something else.

A moment later, Storm had his pants down to his knees, and Chelsea bent over the back of the couch. He grabbed her hips and positioned his cock before slamming all the way into her.

They both let out a cry, then he pounded into her. His teeth were pressed together, his jaw tight, all of his effort and concentration focused on thrusting into her as hard as he could.

"Fuck…yeah. So fucking incredible. So fucking mine ." His teeth were gritted as he spoke from behind them. "You always take everything I give you. You take it so fucking well."

She was. Watching him fuck her pussy her was mesmerising. The slap of skin on skin, the sheen of sweat on both of them. Everything about this was erotic as hell. She was pure, tantalising sex, in the body of a beautiful, intelligent woman. Seeing a man as powerful as Storm claiming her, owning her, was seared into my brain like a hot brand.

Who needed a video when I could memorise the moment and relive it whenever I wanted?

Sitting back and observing was almost as good as taking part. Knowing she was getting what she needed, that was everything. She deserved to be fucked like a queen. Over and over until she couldn't walk anymore. If she wasn't satisfied, then we weren't doing our jobs. We weren't worshipping her enough.

"Harder," she groaned.

Her hair got loose from her ponytail and now hung around her face, damp with sweat. Right on her ass, beside one of Storm's hands, was a bite mark from my teeth, red and angry. My mark on her, next to his fingers.

He liked to leave bruises, and judging by his grip, he was going to. If anyone was in any doubt she was owned, they only had to look at her ass. The signs were right there, perfectly eloquent.

I didn't think he could fuck her harder, but he did, driving in over and over again, until the legs of the couch scraped forward from the force.

"I'm going to come!" Chelsea shouted. Half the tower would have heard her if the place wasn't soundproofed.

I half-wished they could. The whole world should know she was being fucked. They'd be envious of us if they did. Jealous we had her and they didn't.

"Not until I tell you," Storm warned.

She moaned. "I can't—" She was all but sobbing now, in frustration.

"Yes, you can," he insisted. "Don't you dare fucking come until I say so." He slowed his thrusts, sliding in and out of her with even strokes. Making the most of every single moment. Enjoying being buried deep inside her. Wanting to make the moment last, but clearly struggling to keep from pitching himself over the edge into blissful oblivion.

She dropped her head. Her breath was a couple of harsh, frustrated pants. She must have been right on the edge, forcing herself to stay there and not pitch over.

"Storm," she begged in a whisper. "Please…"

"Okay, you can come," he told her.

A moment later, they both came, groaning and grunting together, her crying out while he filled her body with his release.

He sagged over her, gathering her up in his arms. "Good girl. I fucking love you, woman." His voice was a whispered growl, barely loud enough for us to hear.

She leaned back against him and closed her eyes. "I fucking love you too."

I didn't know what changed to make her say it back to all of us tonight, but after she got cleaned up, we were going to talk. Even if I had to tie her down to get her to open up, I would do that. Then I'd fuck her again.