Chapter 29

TWENTY-NINE

SEVEN

Nacho is right there to greet me when the door to Caleb’s suite opens, and I nearly burst into tears all over again as I scoop him up into my arms. I can’t believe I almost had to leave him behind, the little ball of fur that’s made me smile so much—but I would never want to bring him with me.

I don’t want to think about what my family would do to him if I misbehaved.

I cling to him a little more tightly than he deems necessary, and he meows. I kiss the top of his head and set him down, where he rubs against my ankles. It’s a nice feeling.

Nothing else feels good, though.

“You okay?” Vortex asks me, pulling me against his strong chest and squeezing me tightly.

I nod even though it’s not the truth. I couldn’t be further from okay if I tried to be. But I don’t want him to know how damn scared I am.

“Do you want a bath or a shower?” Havoc asks, hovering nearby. “Or to just curl up on the couch with a blanket and Nacho?”

I reach out to him, and he takes my hand.

“I can think of better things to do,” I say, and while my voice is shaky, my resolve isn’t.

I need to stop thinking, or I’m going to drive myself crazy.

“Uh, you had a rough day,” Havoc says carefully. “Are you sure?—”

I score my nails across his skin. “You can be rough with me .”

I’m going to scream if he turns me down now.

Havoc’s breath hitches and he swallows hard. “Y-yeah.”

“Yeah?” I encourage him, and Vortex releases me so I can press right up against Havoc. I kiss him hard, deep, trying to get him on board with fucking me into oblivion.

He grips my hips, and he puts so much pressure into it that pain blossoms under that touch.

I groan into it, encouraging him with soft sounds and hard kisses.

“How are you so strong?” Havoc asks against my lips, before he bites down on the juncture of my neck and shoulder.

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 and safe . “I’m not,” I say.

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

“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 figure me out.

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?”

“Yeah?” I say, suddenly unsure of whether I should’ve said anything.

Havoc glances between me and Caleb. “As in, his entire hand?”

“That’s generally what fisting means, yes,” Caleb says with open amusement. “Why? Do you wish you’d seen it?”

“Yes,” Vortex says without hesitation. “Fuck, boss…”

“It was hot,” I tell him. “But probably not as hot as it would be to take two cocks in my hole.”

Vortex groans, getting onto the bed next to me so he can pull me into his arms. “Fuck. You’d really want that?”

The same feeling of fear and anticipation I’d felt the night Caleb had fisted me fills me again, and I nod quickly. “Yeah,” I choke out.

It sounds like just the thing I need to get my mind off of everything else.

Caleb’s smile softens. “All right. Clothes off. We’re going to need lots of lube.” After a beat, he adds, “And I think we’re all clear to dispense with the condoms.”

I startle at that, but the thought of taking them bare—of feeling them spill into me, filling me with their heat when they can’t hold back any longer—makes me groan. “Oh, fuck. Yes, please,” I whimper.

“Finally,” Havoc mutters, grabbing my hair roughly and forcing a kiss on me.

I return it eagerly, grinding my body against his.

He and Vortex trade me back and forth in a display of sharing that I wasn’t sure they were capable of. I guess all it took was the idea of getting their bare dicks in me at the same time, and that thought makes me smile against Havoc’s mouth.

Vortex pulls back, and I let out a whine until I realize he’s starting to strip down. He tosses his clothes carelessly off the bed, then comes back to me, and he steals me away from Havoc again. I climb on top of him, kissing him eagerly. I swear I can already feel his cock in my ass, and my cock leaks precum all over Vortex’s stomach as I rub against him.

Havoc takes that time to pull his jeans off. I look past Vortex and see Caleb standing there with his hand on his cock, stroking lazily.

I reach tentatively out to him, wanting him right there next to me. I don’t know what I expect him to do, but I do know that I need him closer.

Vortex grabs me by the back of the neck, his grasp firm but gentle, and he asks hoarsely, “What do you want, Seven?”

I swallow hard, trying to figure out the answer to the question that should be so obvious but feels impossible to answer. “All of you,” I admit. “I need… I need it.”

I need to get lost in them.

I need to forget everything else.

“All at once?” Havoc repeats dubiously. “I don’t even know how we’d all contort like that.”

I laugh. “I mean… maybe not all in the same hole… This time.”

Caleb picks up the lube from the nightstand and places it on the bed. “We’ll have to do some research about the best positions for triple penetration. In the meantime, you two can have Seven’s ass, I’ll take his mouth.” He glances at Vortex. “As long as you don’t mind my cock near your face, too.”

“I don’t care as long as I get Seven,” Vortex says, running his hands down my body, to my ass.

I moan, the idea of getting to taste Caleb while Vortex and Havoc fuck me as pleasurable as their touches.

“Okay, somebody needs to stretch him real wide,” Havoc says as he pulls me into his lap. He grabs my thighs from behind and spreads them wide. I lean against his chest, his cock against my ass cheek and my hole on display for Caleb and Vortex.

“Just stretch me with your cock,” I tell Havoc, reaching beneath myself to try to guide his cock to my hole.

“Hold on,” Vortex says with a chuckle. “At least let us lube you up first.” He glances at Havoc. “Can you keep him held up while I finger him open?”

“You could just lube up Havoc’s cock,” I tease, feeling light and free for the first time all day.

Vortex gives me a look. “That’s not nearly as hot as stretching you out,” he says, but I know he really just doesn’t want to touch Havoc.

“I could easily lift seven Sevens,” Havoc grumbles. “Just get him nice and slick and loose for us.”

“And hurry,” I whine.

Vortex gets on his knees so he can get a better angle, then leans in to kiss me. I kiss him back, greedy and ready for more, and he opens the bottle of lube so he can spill some into his hand.

His fingers are slick and cold as they slide into my hole, and I groan at the stretch. He didn’t start off slow, beginning with three of his thick fingers, but I don’t want him to go easy on me.

I want more.

I need more.

“It’s amazing how much Seven can take,” Caleb says, sitting down on the edge of the bed. He’s still stroking himself, but the movement is slow and languid. He’s not trying to get off. “What do you think is larger, Seven? My fist? Or Havoc and Vortex’s combined cocks?”

Havoc huffs a laugh. “Should I be flattered that our cocks are even in consideration?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “His fist isn’t really small.” I shiver, thinking about just how good it had felt all the way inside of me. But Havoc and Vortex inside of me will be just as good—maybe even better.

Vortex adds a fourth finger, moving roughly inside of me as he starts to stretch my hole. I groan, losing track of my thoughts as he fingers me open.

“We’re gonna stuff you so full,” Havoc promises before biting down on my shoulder.

I groan and tilt my pelvis forward. “I’m good, Havoc. Just get your cocks in me.”

“Yes. Vortex, sit back. Havoc, lower Seven down onto Vortex’s cock,” Caleb orders.

I shiver in anticipation as Vortex and Havoc both obey. Vortex’s eyes never leave my face, my body, and Havoc’s hands are strong and firm as he starts to slowly push me down onto his dick.

Moaning, I close my eyes, savoring the feeling of Vortex filling me up.

If I think I’m full now, though, it’s only a matter of time before I feel even more.

Once I’m fully seated facing Vortex, Havoc lets go to lube his own cock up. Before I can complain about the lack of his warmth from behind, Caleb leans in and pulls me into a kiss, right over Vortex. It’s hard and demanding and everything I equate with Caleb, and I melt enough to where Vortex has to help hold me up.

Then I can feel the blunt head of Havoc’s cock pressing against my hole, right against Vortex’s cock, and I hold my breath.

It’s not my first time doing this, but it’s my first time wanting to do this, needing to do this. I want them both buried inside of me, fucking me senseless while I suck Caleb to completion.

With all the lube and stretching, Havoc slides in not easily, but definitely painlessly. Havoc and Vortex both moan when their cocks touch each other inside of me.

“Fuck. You’re just… sliding right up against my cock,” Vortex says.

Havoc lets out a nervous laugh. “Seven is so fucking tight. I don’t know how long I can last.”

“Longer than this,” I whine.

Caleb gives me another kiss before he sits up. “You have to last long enough for Seven to get off.” He drags his cock against my lips, and I open wide for him so that he can slide into my mouth. I suck him in greedily and swallow around his shaft as it pushes into my throat.

As Havoc and Vortex start to thrust slowly, their cocks rubbing against each other and pushing against every sensitive spot inside of me, I suck Caleb harder, more eagerly, until his cock is fully buried in my throat and my nose is pressed against his groin.

I don’t think I’ll need to touch my cock to come from this, but Vortex seems to care about my pleasure even more than I do because he squeezes it tight.

“Seven needs to come in a hurry then,” Vortex says with a groan. “I haven’t… Fuck, this is beyond amazing.”

“It’s too good,” Havoc agrees, thrusting forward again. He bites the nape of my neck and sucks on the bruise, all while his hips move in shallow thrusts. He’s not going to last much longer, I can already tell.

I’m not going to last much longer.

I pull back and swirl my tongue around the head of Caleb’s cock. He groans loudly and grabs my hair, twisting his fingers and giving me delicious pain.

Between that and Havoc’s ministrations, I get closer and closer as Vortex’s hand starts to jack me off.

“Come for us, Seven,” he murmurs. I can hear the strain in his voice, the way he’s barely clinging to any semblance of control, and he slows his thrusting so he can focus on me.

“Wanna feel you milk my cock,” Havoc says. He reaches around to pinch my nipples.

“Let go,” Caleb demands.

I want to laugh and tell him it’s not that easy, but when Havoc twists one of my nipples and Vortex squeezes my cock more tightly, I nearly choke on Caleb’s cock as the pleasure crashes into me. I wail around it, and he holds me in place as I come for what seems like an eternity all over Vortex’s hand.

Havoc suddenly cries out, and even in the throes of my orgasm I feel his heat spill into me. He shoves me down harder onto his and Vortex’s cocks, and Vortex bucks up.

The feeling of the two of them fucking me and filling me in tandem only prolongs my orgasm. I choke on Caleb’s cock then as it becomes impossible to regulate what I’m doing. He holds me in place anyway, groaning with pleasure, and I don’t begrudge him at all.

How could I, when all of this feels so fucking good?

I whine when Caleb pulls out, but he drags his cock along my face, then gives himself two strokes before he comes all over me. I open my mouth to catch some of the cum, shivering in delight.

I feel full and debauched and satisfied all at once, and I slump down so that Vortex has to catch me again. Havoc pulls out, but he rests his forehead against my back, and with the three of them so close, I realize I really do feel safe.

The three of them won’t let anything happen to me.

Somehow, all four of us manage to squeeze into the bed. It probably helps that I’m half on top of Vortex.

Caleb runs his finger along my wrecked hole, playing with the cum that seeps out.

It stings a little, but it’s a reminder of how good it had felt, too, and I want more of it. I moan in appreciation, and Vortex’s arms come tightly around me. I don’t even care that my face is covered in cum as I press it against Vortex’s chest. He doesn’t seem to mind either, instead drawing patterns along my back.

No, not patterns.

He’s touching the marks there.

I tense up immediately, but Vortex murmurs, “Shh. Do you remember what we said, about you being strong? I’m just in awe of you, Seven.”

My cheeks heat up, and I squirm, not knowing what to say to that.

“I knew guys bigger and more muscled than you who gave up after one injury,” Havoc says. He kisses my shoulder, so much gentler than when he’d been fucking me. “You’re fucking amazing.”

Caleb trails his hand up my ass and rubs the small of my back. “I can say with certainty that I have never met anyone as resilient as you.” He smiles at me. “Or anyone I have wanted at my side so consistently.”

I blush harder. “I don’t…”

“You don’t have to say anything at all,” Vortex says quietly, reaching down to squeeze my hand. “You just have to know that we care about you, and we’ll keep you safe. We will protect you no matter what, Seven.”

“That’s a promise,” Havoc says fiercely. There’s something off about his voice, but I don’t have time to analyze it before he pulls me into a rough kiss.

Cum smears all over his face, but he doesn’t seem to mind either, so I kiss him back. “Just as long as you promise to be the ones who hurt me, too,” I whisper.

Caleb tugs on my hair to force me to look at him, then leans in for a kiss of his own. “You can count on it,” he whispers against my lips. “Your pain, your tears? Those are mine now. Nobody else will ever be allowed to touch you ever again.”

I nod, then sag down onto the bed. “I won’t…” I bite my bottom lip. “I’ll try not to do anything stupid.”

“Good,” Vortex says quietly.

But even without me doing anything stupid, I’m still at risk. I know we still have to talk about how they’ll manage to keep someone from stealing me away, but now…

Now isn’t the time.

Right now, I don’t want to do anything but sleep.