"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.
Chapter Eleven
Chelsea
"Sweetheart,you can't stay away, can you?" Divina bustled over to hug me. "Are you sure you don't want to come back and work for me?"
Music pumped through the club, loud and provocative, but I didn't know the curvaceous girl who danced on the stage today. Judging by a hint of awkwardness in her moves here and there, she was new. The way she peeled off her bra and dropped it aside spoke of her self-consciousness.
I was reminded of the first time I was up there, certain customers would walk away after taking one look at me. Of course, they hadn't. They hadn't been able to tear their eyes away as I slowly peeled off the layers I was wearing, revealing more and more of me. If I was a little slow, no one seemed to give a shit.
The men avidly crowded around the stage now didn't care either. They'd come to watch a gorgeous woman dance. That was all they saw. They loved every move of her curvy body, skilled or not.
I squeezed Divina and kissed her cheek before stepping back. "I'm absolutely sure. I miss you, but that part of my life is in my past. Sorry." In a not-sorry kind of way.
She pouted playfully. "I don't think you are sorry, but I'll forgive you. What can I do for you? You and those men of yours here look intense." She didn't seem concerned. If anything, she was curious, regarding each of them in turn. There wasn't much she hadn't seen in her years owning Flirts.
I wondered what it'd take to really surprise her. The only time I remembered seeing anything close to that from her, was when we found India. Even then, she didn't seem shocked. Sad and worried, but not surprised. I wished I could be as strong as she was. As hard to rattle.
"Can we talk in your office?" I jerked my head towards it.
"It must be serious." She gestured for us to walk ahead of her. Dallas, Frost and I did, while Jay lingered behind.
Storm, Atlas and Ramsey were gathered outside, keeping an eye on things there.
"It is," I said.
She stepped inside, turned and sat on the edge of her desk.
I stood in the middle of the room, Frost on one side of me, Dallas on the other.
Jay stayed in the doorway, standing sideways so he could keep an eye on us and the rest of the club.
"Out with it then." Divina gestured with her fingers. "What's so important you'd come all the way down here with a contingent of bodyguards?"
"We aren't bodyguards," Dallas mumbled.
Frost, on the other hand, looked pleased to be referred to that way. Jay seemed indifferent.
"I was wondering if India was close with anyone, as far as you knew?" I saw no reason to beat around the proverbial bush. Divina was a busy woman and wouldn't want us to waste her time.
