Right on cue, I came, my pussy clenching around him, muscles milking him as he came too, deep inside me, his thrusts still fast and desperate.
In that moment I felt fused together with him, lost in mutual pleasure and a distant universe. The world melted away and was gone for at least a minute or two. Until we finally sagged down together on the tiles, trying to catch our breath.
"You're everything," he whispered. "But Iamgoing to tell the others."
"I didn't expect anything less," I said. I was looking forward to it.
Chapter Nine
Chelsea
"She was what?"Storm demanded, glaring at Dallas. He whipped around and stared at me. "You werewhat?"
"It wasn't that long," I argued.
I wasn't intimidated by him, and his anger was more than a bit of a turn on, but I didn't want him to be furious with me. With everything that was going on, we needed to be united. Not barking at each other.
Besides, my brother's suggestion he might lock me up wasn't an idle threat. If Ice knew, he'd lose his mind.
Between all of them, they'd take overprotectiveness to a whole new level.
"You. Were. Alone?" He placed his hands on his hips and let his jaw jut out.
I kept my hands behind my back to keep from mimicking his posture. He was in enough of a mood without thinking I was mocking him.
"It was for a handful of minutes and I was at work. Nothing happened. I was perfectly safe."
"You were going to throw a laptop at Dallas," he stated.
Frost snorted. When Storm rounded on him, he raised his hands. "What? You have to admit the idea of throwing acomputer at someone is badass. It would have hurt, and given her time to run. I think it's fucking brilliant." He nodded to me.
I nodded back. "Thanks, I thought so too. Not to mention the infirmary is equipped with other kinds of weapons. I could have hit him with an IV pole."
"No thanks," Dallas said, from where he stood in the corner, leaning against the wall. "And thank you for not throwing a scalpel at my head. That could have hurt. "
"It wouldn't have hurt for long," Jay said. When we all turned to look at him, he mimed getting a knife in the forehead. He fell back against the couch cushions, legs spread, one arm flung out to the side. For added drama, he stuck out his tongue to the side, lolling, as if people actually died like that.
"That's what I was worried about," Dallas said. "I have a feeling Chelsea knows how to throw a sharp implement."
"I did learn how," I admitted. "But I've never thrown one at a person before."
"First of all, that's hot," Frost said. "Second, there's a first time for everything."
"Yeah, but not my head." Dallas placed his hand over his forehead as if to protect himself from the imminent danger of flying objects.
"I think you're all missing the point." Storm glared at them.
"So to speak," Frost interjected. He grinned when Storm raised his eyebrows at him to stop joking around.
"The point is," Storm continued, "Chelsea was alone and she's not supposed to be alone." He turned back to me. "You should have waited downstairs for one of us. We could have stayed with you. We would have taken turns showering."
"She could have shared my shower," Frost said.
"Or mine,” Storm said. “The point is, you put yourself at risk and something could have happened to you. It didn't, but whatabout the next time? Or the time after that?" He lowered his hands to his sides, but his body was still rigid.
"It's not like I went off alone," I said. "I was at work, in a busy place. You know there's usually other people there. What was I supposed to do? It would have looked strange if I went back downstairs again. Doctor Stuart and Skinner had things under control. I couldn't insist on helping when they didn't need it. I had a job to do and I did it." I wasn't going to apologise for it. Not when behaving differently might have cast suspicion on me.
"I don't care if you have to hide out in the locker room, or shower with one of us," Storm said. "You are not to be alone. Understood?" He glared at me.
