Page 105 of Gambler's Fallacy

I can’t pull back, not with how Caleb is holding onto me, but I don’t want to. When he pushes me back long enough for me to take a breath, I almost don’t take advantage of it. But if I passed out, hemight never do this again. So I breathe, then go back to it in earnest as Vortex picks up the pace.

“I’m not going to be long,” Vortex says. He barks out a laugh. “That’s all you, Seven.”

Havoc tightens his hold on my cock, and I squeak in surprise, sucking harder.

Caleb gasps, and in the next breath his cum fills my mouth. I struggle to swallow it all, some of it leaking out of my mouth and down my jaw.

For some reason, that only makes it hotter, and I come all over Havoc’s hand. It’s quickly swept away by the water, and I can’t make the sounds I want to make while my mouth is wrapped around Caleb’s cock.

Vortex takes longer than he’d said he would, and he’s still pounding me long enough to where I start to see stars from the intense overstimulation. I have to push Havoc’s hand away, closing my eyes as I rest my head against Caleb’s thigh and let myself be completely taken until Vortex groans too and spills into me.

I squeeze tight when he pulls out, desperate not to lose any of their cum, and I sag in the water. Havoc has to catch me, and I nestle against him as he holds me up.

Havoc lifts me over the side of the pool, where I settle down next to Caleb. I lay my head on his lap, and he strokes my hair gently.

Havoc gets out of the pool too, sitting down on Caleb’s other side.

“So. Are you going to throw a fit because I made Seven come in the pool?” Havoc asks, humor in his voice.

I tense up.

Caleb’s petting continues. “Do you know how many loads of cum it would take to affect the water? The chlorine will take care of it.”

“Hah! I knew it.” Havoc bends forward and kisses my cheek. “Fuck, he’s out of it. He’s so hot like this.”

“He really is,” Vortex agrees, joining us. He sits somewhere behind us, and it’s enough to know that he’s close for now.

I murmur a sleepy sound. I could fall asleep right now, and aslong as they’re sitting here touching me and even discussing me, I want to.

So I drift, relaxing against them.

It feels so, so good.

I wish it could always feel this way.

TWENTY-THREE

VORTEX

The coffee shopis bustling at this hour of the day. I feel out of place in between all the students and business people, but I spot Connie sitting at a table in the far corner, a large, colorful tote bag at her side.

She smiles when she sees me and waves.

With dread, I approach. I wish she hadn’t taken the booth seat, so I could have my back to the wall and eyes on the doors, but Connie doesn’t understand my caution.

“Hey, Sebby!” Connie says, smiling. “I got you coffee already.” She pushes one of the two coffees in my direction.

I pick it up and take a sip. It’s a sweet, caramel-flavored drink. “Connie, you know I don’t drink this sweet stuff.”

Connie rolls her eyes at me. “Yes, you do. Stop pretending. You can afford to have a few extra calories with how much you work out.”

I huff, but I take another sip from it. I wouldn’t order this on my own, but now that it’s here, I’ll drink it. I only wish my stomach wasn’t already roiling because of the conversation we’re about to have. She’s not going to like it.

Like Seven, she’s going to cry, pout, and rage, and I suddenly feel guilty for arranging to have this conversation in public.

It’s the only way I’ll keep my resolve, though.

I set the drink down. “How’s business?” I ask, hoping against hope that she’s going to tell me that she’s had some major success and I won’t need to have this chat with her.

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