Page 138 of Gambler's Fallacy

I trail my finger over his lips, then gently kiss him.

Havoc smiles and kisses me back, his hands going to my hips. It’s a gentle pressure, unlike how Havoc usually holds me when we’re fucking.

“Harder?” I plead. “I’m not fragile, Havoc.”

Especially not right now. I feel stronger than I ever have.

Havoc groans and squeezes my ass. If I’m lucky, I’m going to bruise. I roll my hips to encourage him.

“We shouldn’t start without them,” Havoc murmurs. “It would be unfair.”

I whine. “They’ll be done in a few minutes. I’ll make it up to them. Please?” I kiss him again, more firmly, then nip his bottom lip in a bid to get him to be rougher with me.

I let out a startled yelp when Havoc suddenly stands up, lifting me with him. I cling to him so I don’t fall—and squirm when he gropes my ass. “Havoc!”

“We’ll prepare. In Caleb’s bed,” Havoc says, grinning.

I huff out a laugh. “Okay,” I tell him, more than willing to agree to anything that has him touching me more firmly that much sooner.

He carries me to Caleb’s bed and drops me down onto it. I reach out for him, pulling him close, and he kisses me again. I grab at the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head, not wanting him to be clothed.

He returns the favor, and within seconds, he has me stripped down to nothing.

I should be self-conscious about my body — about the marks on it — but for once, I feel blissfully unbothered by it all.

He’s safe.

I’msafe.

Havoc kisses the nape of my neck, sucking and biting hard enough that I’m sure he’s going to leave a welcome mark. I writhe underneath him, dragging my cock against his body.

The bathroom door opens, and Caleb steps out wearing only his bathrobe.

“I knew you wouldn’t wait,” Caleb says, shaking his head.

“Sorry,” Havoc mumbles, but he keeps working at my skin, so I don’t think he’s sorry at all.

I’m not either.

I reach my hand out to him, though, willing him to join us. He approaches, taking my hand, and I tug to pull him even closer. “Kiss me?” I beg, briefly pulling away from Havoc so I can lean up to kiss Caleb.

Caleb bends down to meet my lips. One side of the bathrobe slips down his shoulder, and I reach out to slide my hand across his chest. He smiles and grips my wrist, holding it in place.

“You want to play with my nipples, pet?” he asks.

“I want to play with everything,” I tell him, realizing I don’t even know what he likes. He’s always so attentive to my needs, my desires, that I haven’t figured out what he likes beyond my submission. “Is that something you like?”

Caleb lets out a small laugh. “It’s fine.”

Havoc stops sucking on my neck to look up at Caleb. “I bet he’s got extra sensitive nipples.”

“I don’t,” Caleb hisses, but something about the way he says it makes me think he’s lying.

“Let’s find out,” I say, emboldened by his reaction. I turn my head so I can take one of his nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking, then nipping when he lets out a groan. Pleased with the sound, I use my hand to tease the other nipple.

“I should’ve known you three would start without me,” Vortex drawls from the door. “A man can’t even take a shower without missing out.” He’s smiling, though, and he approaches with only a towel around his waist.

Havoc squeezes my ass while I continue to suck on Caleb’s nipple. Caleb’s face is flushed red, and his cock peeks out from between the bathrobe, already erect.

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