Page 38 of Gambler's Conceit
I’m surprised when he comes soon after, and downright disappointed when I feel his cock slip out of me.
I whine, clinging harder to him.
“Shh.” Caleb sets me down on the bed before getting up. I miss his warmth instantly, but Havoc slides into the space in front of me, and Vortex wraps an arm around me from behind.
“Hi,” Havoc whispers.
I giggle at how ridiculous this seems in retrospect. “Hi,” I echo. “Happy now that you got to come?” I should feel resentful, probably, or annoyed, but instead… I’m just amused—and sated.
Havoc wrinkles his nose. “Yeah. But I think it’s a bad sign I essentially slept with the boss on my first day of work.”
From across the room, Caleb snorts in amusement. “You did not sleep with me. And it’s not your first day of work. You don’t start until next week.”
Vortex tries to pull me closer to him, and I feel like he and Havoc are trying to play tug of war with me as the rope.
“Ungh” is all I can come up with, though. Silence settles over the room, then I say, “Does that mean Havoc can’t fuck me again after next week?”
“Yes,” Vortex growls.
“Nope. That was my hiring bonus. I get to fuck Seven,” Havoc interjects. He tries to pull me against his chest, but Vortex holds tight. “Anyway, I won that date, too.”
“You did not win that date,” Vortex says. “Fuck off.”
“Oh my god,” I lament. “I am not a fucking chew toy.” I look up, trying to track Caleb’s position and movements. “Whodoesget to fuck me? I guess you’re going to tighten the leash now.”
Or the noose, depending on how I want to look at it.
Caleb continues changing into a new suit. “Is three men not enough for you?” He gives me a strange look. “I’m not a jealous man, like I said. But I do want to avoid trouble. So let’s keep things between this little group.”
“Boss,” Vortex begins, only to cut himself off almost immediately.
“Anyway, unlike everybody else here, I do still have work to do.” Caleb spritzes some cologne onto himself. “Vortex, make sure to escort Havoc out within the hour. Seven, let me know who won the bet so I can arrange the tickets for you.”
“I have no idea,” I tell him. I can’t help myself, though, continuing, “I guess they’re just going to have to share. You can afford three tickets, right?”
“I’m not going on a date withhim,” Havoc immediately says. “It’s me and Seven only.”
“I am not going to argue with you about this,” Vortex growls. “For fuck’s sake, fine. We’ll both take him on dates. He can pick who he likes more after that.”
I roll my eyes, deciding to let them continue their cat fight around me while I try not to laugh.
“Fine.” Caleb shakes his head, but I think I see a small smile. “Oh, and Nacho is going to the vet on Monday.” He glances over at Havoc. “That can be the first errand you run for me.”
I really do laugh then. “Havoc is your errand boy?”
Vortex snickers, which I think is very mature of him, but he doesn’t comment.
“He is a general do-what-the-boss-wants person,” Caleb corrects. “I promise not to abuse that.”
“Yeah, yeah, fuck off or you’ll be the next superior I beat to a pulp,” Havoc grumbles.
“So you really did that?” I ask, curious. I’d half thought he was just saying that before.
He shrugs. “Guess I did. It’s what it says on my background check.” He closes his eyes, and it’s clear that it’s a sore subject.
“You may enjoy a nap, but the only person I want to see in my rooms when I get back is Seven.” Caleb finishes tying his tie.
“What ifIdon’t want to be here?” I ask.