Page 126 of Gambler's Conceit

The question distracts me from the pain and the pleasure, and I squirm while he licks and sucks at the spot. “What?” I ask, dumbfounded.

“You just… bounce back,” Havoc says, going for the hem of my shirt. “You fight and you keep going. That’s so fucking strong.”

I shake my head. It’s so tempting to pull away from him, but Vortex is right at my back, warm andsafe. “I’m not,” I say.

So many times, I didn’t fight. So manyyears.

“You are,” Vortex counters, helping Havoc pull my shirt over my head. “And you can’t change our minds about that.”

The front door opens, and my heart skips a beat as I think that maybe someone has found me again.

But when I crane my neck to see, it’s only Caleb who walks inside.

His gaze sweeps over us, and I wait for him to say something that will ruin this.

“Got started without me, I see,” Caleb says, his mouth quirking into half a smile. He removes his jacket and sets it on the kitchen counter. “And poor Nacho will be traumatized by the X-rated show.”

“At least Miss K knows to stay out of the way,” Vortex says, his words muffled as he kisses the other side of my neck from where Havoc left his bite. “Nacho is a voyeur.”

I shiver as Havoc’s hands roam over my body, nestled between the two of them where I’m trying so desperately to convince myself that I’m safe.

Caleb walks over to us, but he doesn’t touch me. Instead, he watches, like he’s trying to figure something out.

Like he’s trying to figuremeout.

I try to ignore his presence, but it’s difficult—at first.

The longer Havoc and Vortex touch me, though, their kisses raining down upon my bare skin, the easier it gets to forget that Caleb is even there.

“Let’s move this to the bedroom,” Vortex rumbles against my skin as his hand slides down my stomach to rest just over my half-hard cock through my pants.

“Yeah,” Havoc agrees. He grabs my ass and lifts me up. I squeak and wrap my limbs around him.

Vortex is hot on our heels as Havoc takes me to Caleb’s bedroom, and I glance over to see if he’s following, too.

He is, and I’m not sure whether I’m relieved or terrified. Grant’s words are still there in the back of my mind, taunting me, telling me that Caleb was involved in Raymond finding me.

Taking me.

But Vortex is so sure that Caleb wouldn’t have, and Caleb had been quick to kill Raymond…

I kiss Havoc’s chest, trying to distract myself from my own thoughts. “I need you to fuck me,” I tell him intently.

“Gladly,” Havoc says. I brace myself to be dropped on the bed, but Havoc sets me down surprisingly gently. “How do you want us?”

Caleb is standing by the bedroom door, still staring.

I shift uncomfortably, and I blurt out, “What?”

Vortex follows my gaze, and he quirks a brow as he looks between me and Caleb.

“I was simply imagining what you would look like taking Vortex and Havoc at the same time,” Caleb says as he begins unbuttoning his shirt.

Havoc makes a strangled sound. “At the same… How would that even work?”

I let out a breathless laugh, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair. “He’s been dying to see it ever since he fisted me.”

Vortex’s expression morphs into something I can’t read. “He fisted you?”

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