As if he flipped a switch, I couldn't hold myself back if I wanted to. I fucked Frost's mouth harder and faster as he did the same to mine. A heartbeat after him, I came. My balls tightening before releasing down his throat and taking a mouthful of his.
I looked over to Atlas as I swallowed down every drop. Frost waited until I was looking before he did the same with my cum.
He smacked his lips. "Delicious."
"You too," I said, suddenly feeling shy.
We were all distracted then by Chelsea coming loudly, her breasts bouncing as she rode Dallas. He came right after, his eyes squeezed shut with concentration, losing himself inside her. Storm was right behind, then Ramsey, who'd stayed in the corner of the couch, his hand on his cock. He watched all of us fucking while he got himself off. He didn't seem to mind it a bit.
I certainly hadn't. I was starting to realise I didn't mind being watched, if it was one of these six incredible people.
My family.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chelsea
"When you're finished there,Dominic King wants to see you," Doctor Stuart said as he stepped into the infirmary.
I looked over from my laptop. "Do you know what it's about?"
He shook his head. "I have no idea, sorry."
I frowned, but finished typing and pressed enter before grabbing my phone and slipping out of my seat. "I guess I'll be back shortly." I waited until he nodded his acknowledgement before hurrying out the door towards the elevators.
I sent a quick text off to the group chat to let the guys know where I was going. I wasn't alone in the corridor or the elevators, so they should have nothing to worry about. Neither should I, but I was sweating by the time I reached the GM's office.
I smiled at his PA, who gave me a look before jerking her head back towards his door. "He's waiting for you."
I was sure that wasn't as ominous as it seemed. At least, I hope it wasn't.
I stepped into his office and forced a smile on my face. "You wanted to see me?"
He looked up from his computer, sat back and crossed his arms. "Have you seen the news this morning?"
My heart skipped. "No, I haven't. Is there anything I should?—"
Without another word, he turned the computer around until I could see the headline on the screen.
My heart sank.
"Stripper works as doctor for Dusk Bay Smashers."
The exact headline I dreaded for a long time. So long, I started to believe I wasn't going to see it after all. The team respected me and so did my colleagues. I truly thought I'd found my place here, and the past was where it belonged, in the past.
I should have known better than to be so naïve.
"You know I don't work there anymore," I said softly. We'd had this conversation when he started here. He didn't care what I used to do, as long as I was dedicated to the team. Or to whatever his agenda was.
He turned the computer back around and steepled his fingers. "It doesn't matter. It is now public knowledge and it's making the team look bad. People are questioning whether or not I knew about you. I've denied it, of course."
"Of course." I wouldn't expect him to act any different. Whatever happened, he had to cover his own ass. In his position, I would have done the same thing.
"That doesn't change the fact that it isn't a good look for the team. We're supposed to be an example to children. To society. We’re people who work hard and play hard, but are held to a certain standard. This does not meet that standard." He looked at me down his nose.
"I can see how it might raise eyebrows and cause complications," I said carefully. "But what I used to do shouldn't?—"
"It does," he said. "Regardless of what I may or may not think about your former profession, I'm put in an uncompromising position."
