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Chapter Twenty

Chelsea

"That was amazing!" I sat down in the locker room to untie the laces of my skates. "I didn't even fall on my ass once."

"That's because I was behind you the entire time, ready to catch you," Atlas pointed out.

"Yes, you were." I looked up at him and smiled.

He sat on a bench beside Jay, who already had his skates off and was wriggling his bare toes in relief. He hadn't seemed uncomfortable while skating, but he was definitely happier out of the confining footwear.

"I wasn't going to let anything happen to you," Atlas said. "If you're going to have bruises on your ass, I want to be the one who puts them there, not from you falling."

"What he said," Jay agreed.

"You guys say the sweetest things," I said. "Who else would think to say stuff like that?"

"Frost?" Jay suggested.

"Okay, he would," I said. "So would Dallas, I guess. Storm would enjoy bruises on my ass, regardless of how they got there."

"I knew he was a sadistic prick," Atlas said. "That confirms it."

"He's not so much sadistic as…" I didn't know how to finish that sentence.

"Sadistic," Atlas finished for me. It's okay, you don't need to cover for him. We know what he's like, don't we Jay?"

Jay shrugged. "Maybe we do and maybe we don't. I guess we'll find out. He's accepted that we're going to hang around, right?"

"He has," I agreed. "He's been kind enough to give you his permission to spend time with me, remember?"

Both of them snorted.

"He's all heart," Atlas said sarcastically. "And all cock. As in, he's a cockhead."

"I knew that was what you were trying to say," I said. Should I tell them about the bet between Frost and Dallas? The one about Storm and Atlas being friends someday? They'd probably find it funny, but Atlas might find it a challenge. He might decide not to be friendly with Storm, so Frost would lose. What would he have to gain by doing that though? Maybe I'd tell them later.

"I thought you might," Atlas said, breaking through my thoughts. "You're a smart woman and it's pretty obvious Storm Keller is a cockhead."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I promise you, Storm isn't that bad when you get to know him. And when he gets to know you. When he does, he'll let up and let you in."

"Can we not talk about him anymore?" Atlas asked. "We were having fun but that doesn't need to stop." He cocked his head at me in a meaningful, suggestive way.

I glanced around us. "Here? What if Coast came back in and found us?"

A shiver of excitement passed through me. I wasn't shy about fucking in front of other people, or getting caught. Not unless the person who caught us had loose lips. That was a rumour I didn't need to get around town. It wouldn't be a good look for me or the team.

Atlas gestured dismissively with his hand. "Coast is long gone by now. He let us in, but he told me to let ourselves out. The only people left in the arena are us and a few cleaners and security."

"What if they walk in on us?" I asked, no more deterred by that than by the idea of being busted by Coast.

"Then they might learn a thing or two," Atlas said. " I bet we could show them things they never dreamed of."

"Or fantasised about," Jay agreed.

Atlas pointed a finger gun at him. "That too. We could give them something for their spank bank."

"When you put it that way." I pushed myself up off the seat and stood in front of them both. I glanced at Atlas, then at Jay.

"Would you dance for us?" Jay asked. "Like you used to at Flirts?" His tongue slid over his lips like he wasn't sure if he asked for too much.

I smiled. "Of course I will." I loved to dance. I always would. Just because I didn't do it in front of a room full of men anymore, didn't mean I wouldn't do it for the guys I cared about. I'd already done it for the other three, why not for these two? I briefly wondered if Ramsey would want me to strip for him too. Did he know what I used to do for a living?

Since he was apparently more deeply embedded in the culture of Dusk Bay than I previously suspected, I expected he did. I got the distinct impression he knew a lot more than he let on.

Putting him out of my mind for now, I started to sway to music only I could hear. A beat in my mind and a melody danced to a million times before.

I ran my hands up and down my body, over my stomach and up to my breasts. Slowly, I started to work loose the buttons of my blouse. One by one, giving them a hint of skin, then a little more.

Both guys watched avidly, their eyes wide and fixed on me. The tents in their pants growing by the moment. Pushing at the fabric, threatening to burst the seams.

I undid the bottom button of my blouse and turned my back on them to slide it down my shoulders and onto the chair I'd been sitting on. Glancing over my shoulder at them, I unhooked my bra and let it slide down my arms and land on top of the blouse.

Without turning back to them, I undid my jeans and pushed them down my hips before stepping out of them. I wiggled my ass at them and pushed my panties down to kick them aside.

I raised my arms above my head and lowered them slowly to grip my ankles. Giving them a full view of my rear hole.

"Holy fuck," Atlas breathed.

"You said it," Jay agreed. "Chelsea, you're incredible. So fucking amazing."

My head still down, I smiled at them from between my legs before straightening back up. I'd have to keep practising, or I'd lose my flexibility. That would suck, to say the least.

Atlas held out his hand. He pulled me to him when I took it and drew me closer until I stood between his legs.

"Jay is right, you're incredible. So fucking hot." He pulled me down to his knee and slammed his mouth down onto mine. His tongue explored inside my mouth, while his and Jay's hands wandered over my body.

I lay back across their legs, letting them see all of me and touch me however they wanted to. Wherever they wanted to.

Both feasted on me with their eyes, before rolling and pinching my nipples and sliding their hands between my legs.

"She's so wet," Jay marvelled, sliding his fingers up and down my slit.

"She's wet for us," Atlas said. "What do you think we should do with that?" He glanced at me speculatively.

"Whatever you want," I said. "Tell me."

I'd played out this scenario before with clients, but this was different. It wasn't just about fulfilling the needs of a paying customer. This was about giving pleasure to two men I cared about, and receiving it back from them. It was about giving them the freedom to show me how they liked to fuck.

"I want you to fuck Jay," Atlas said. "He hasn't had the pleasure of your pussy yet. I want to see him take you."

Jay swallowed audibly. "I want that too. Please."

He was so sweet to ask nicely.

I pushed myself up off them and knelt in front of Jay. I undid the buttons of his jeans and pulled back the flaps of denim. His boxer shorts were next. I hooked my pointer fingers in the waistband and pulled them down to let his erection spring free.

He lifted his hips to push his pants and boxers down to the floor before kicking them aside.

I climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs and gripping his shoulders. My eyes on his, I lowered myself down onto his cock. Slowly, slowly, bit by bit, easing and deeper and deeper inside me.

His breath caught in the back of his throat. "Fucking hell. You feel so good." He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head before tossing it aside.

"You look good together," Atlas said. "Talk about material for a spank bank." He pushed down the front of his jeans and gripped his cock in one hand.

Jay looked at him uncertainly. "You shouldn't have to?—"

Atlas waved him off. "Enjoy yourself. Fuck our woman and let me watch. I'm here for it."

My hands still on his shoulders, I pushed myself up until my pussy almost slid off Jay's cock. Faster than before, I lowered myself back down. Again and again, I rode his lap, my breasts bouncing with each movement.

Jay watched them before cupping them, palming my nipples and rubbing his rough skin against them. The friction was incredible. Perfection.

Between that and the way Atlas pumped himself, his eyes glued to us, I was on the edge of orgasm in a handful of minutes.

The idea someone might walk in at any moment didn't hurt either. I was hoping they would. Let them see. Let them stand there and watch. In my fantasy, they joined in as well, but unless it was one of my guys, that wouldn't happen. I was a five-and-a-half man, woman. Six if Ramsey joined our little crew.

I pictured him standing in the doorway, watching. Stepping over to me and pushing his pants down to slide his cock into my mouth. I'd suck him hard harder than he'd ever been sucked before. Right before he pulled out of my mouth and came all over my face and hair.

That thought had me coming so hard, my release gushed out of me, all over Jay's cock and lap.

"Holy—" Then Jay came too. Thrusting frantically up into me as he spilled himself inside me, his release mingling with mine. He ground himself against me hard, drawing out both of our orgasms for as long as he could.

I'd just started to catch my breath when Atlas stood and pressed his cock between my lips the way Ramsey did in my fantasy.

"You looked hungry," he remarked.

I looked up at him with smiling eyes and sucked, one hand on his balls, the other still on Jay's shoulder. His cock still inside me.

Atlas thrust a couple of times, fucking my mouth right there in the arena locker room without a care in the world. His hips swayed with each thrust, driving him deep each time and making me gag, but neither of us pulled away. Not until he came, squirting salty, delicious cum into my mouth.

I pulled my lips off his cock with a pop and pressed them to Jay's. When he opened his mouth, I let the cum trickle inside.

He smiled and gestured for Atlas to lower his mouth to his, passing the cum back to the big inside centre.

Atlas swished it around in his mouth a few times before lowering his mouth to mine and giving it back.

I made a sound of appreciation in the back of my throat and swallowed it all down. Every delicious drop.

"No wonder the other guys are obsessed with you," Jay said. "I think I am too."

"I know I am," Atlas said. "I'm obsessed with both of you. Neither of you are getting rid of me now. You're both mine and I'm yours."

"All yours,"Jay agreed.

They made it sound so simple, all I could do was smile. And hope like hell, things didn't get any more complicated.

"We should go," I said. "We should definitely do this again. Maybe with the other guys next time. "

"Maybe," Atlas said with a shrug. "One step at a time."

"Yeah, one step at a time," I said softly.

There were other things I needed to take care of first. Like making sure my brother knew not to mess with any of my guys. That might be easier said than done.