Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
SEVEN
The hall echoes strangely, the sound of water reflecting back to me even though the water isn’t doing anything but sitting there in the giant pool.
It’s really blue. I’ve seen a few pools on TV, but I didn’t realize the water would be that blue. It isn’t blue in the bathtub, so why would it be blue here?
“Geez, I thought it would be Olympic size. This is a dinky little pool,” Havoc says as he pulls his t-shirt off. He’s wearing a pair of swim trunks that go down to his knees, in a bright red floral pattern.
Caleb has already stripped down to his swim shorts, which are much shorter, and black. The Roi de Pique logo is embroidered on one edge.
“Why would I need an Olympic sized pool?” Caleb says. “Most of the guests use the outdoor swimming facilities. This is for swimming laps.”
“Dinky laps that are barely worth the effort.” Havoc walks over to the far end of the pool and jumps in.
Maybe jump is the wrong word. He goes with his arms and head first, and the momentum propels him forward so that it only takes him a few more seconds to swim over to us again. He leans over the side and smiles at me. “Water’s heated, at least.”
I should probably be afraid of the water. It’s not like I know how to swim. But it’s tantalizing, and I walk over to the shallow end of the pool. I grab the metal bar for balance and take a step into the water, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on my feet.
Vortex is right behind me, hovering like he’s afraid I’m going to fall.
I give him an amused look. “I’m fine,” I tell him. “Daddy.”
He looks good, too, in swim shorts that are similar in length to Havoc’s. I’m not used to seeing his bare, hairy chest, and I tilt my head as I notice bare spots I don’t think I’ve ever paid attention to before. They’re scars, I think. They’re not like mine — which are hidden beneath a tank top — but it’s clear he’s been hurt a few times in his life.
I don’t want to talk to him about it right now, though. I want to enjoy my time with the three of them without them constantly checking their phones or rushing off to work.
“I’m not going to fall,” I assure him. “And I’m not going to go too deep. Promise.”
“I was a Navy SEAL,” Havoc says with a big grin. “If he slips, I’ll save him.”
“You were in the army,” Vortex points out, scowling. “Landlocked right outside Calamity City.”
Havoc winks at me. “Seven doesn’t know that.”
“Seven absolutely knows that,” I say, even though I don’t know exactly what they’re talking about. Some kind of military thing, I guess. “But if you want me to pretend to drown, I’ll let you save me.”
I absolutely will not pretend to drown.
“You will not,” Vortex says.
I take another step into the water. The slightly rough material of the bottom of the pool helps me keep me from slipping, and I keep going until I’m waist deep. Vortex follows, resting a hand on my hip, and I turn to face him.
“You can stop hovering like that. I’m not about to go run off to the tables,” I tell him pointedly, even though I’m itching to do just that.
Vortex has the decency to look chastised. “I wasn’t thinking that,” he mumbles.
He definitely was.
Caleb comes over to the pool and sits on the edge, dangling his feet in. “I haven’t been swimming in ages,” he admits. “It feels like a lot of hassle.”
Havoc flicks water at Caleb. “Hassle? This was what I did most summers. My mom would take me to the local pool. I’d spend hours playing with other kids in the water.”
I wish I had memories like that. I wish I had memories beyond twenty-one steps in the same room, over and over. My mood plummets.
Emily got to do things like that.
She’d come back with a tan — or a sunburn — gushing about how much fun she’d had in the pool. I’d begged to go, but… No.
I’d been too busy .
Despair threatens to choke me.
Vortex must notice something’s wrong because he gently turns me to face him. “Hey, beautiful boy. We’re here to have fun. If you aren’t having fun, we can do something else.”
I want to ask if blackjack is on the table, but I know better. It doesn’t matter that it would help to get my mind off of everything. They’ve already made it clear I’m not allowed, and the one time I’d stopped by Nat’s table, they’d been every bit as firm.
“Okay. Swimming lessons for Seven!” Havoc declares. He extends a hand out to me. “I looked it up online. You’ll definitely be able to gently float on the water before the night is out.”
I look skeptically at him. “Float on the water,” I repeat. “Show me? ”
“I bet he plummets right to the bottom,” Vortex says with a smirk.
Havoc leans back and raises his legs, somehow, and it ends with him floating on the water like he’s made of light plastic. He even closes his eyes and smiles serenely.
Until Caleb kicks at the water and splashes Havoc’s face.
Havoc sputters and gets upright again. “Hey! What was that for?”
“It was funny,” Caleb says.
I can’t help but smile at that, small as it is. I wade over to Caleb, for all that I’m wary of the way the pool slopes more and gets deeper as I go. I touch his leg. “Are you going to get in with us?”
Caleb ruffles my hair. “Yes. In a moment.”
Havoc and Vortex both approach too. They share a look that I don’t understand, but Caleb tenses and starts to pull his legs up.
He’s too late, though. Vortex grabs one leg, Havoc grabs the other, and they pull Caleb into the pool. He yelps and sputters while Havoc and Vortex both laugh.
“I should have you both fired,” Caleb mutters as he wipes water away from his brow.
“But you won’t,” Vortex says, still grinning.
I wrap my arms around Caleb, kissing his wet face. “It was inevitable,” I tell him. “At least the water is warm.”
“Unheated pools are torture devices,” Caleb says. He kisses back, then glances at Havoc. “All right, swim lessons for Seven. Then he can come here during his free time even without us.”
Familiar panic surges inside of me, and I shake my head. “No. That’s not going to happen any time soon.”
“It doesn’t have to be soon,” Vortex reassures me. “But eventually. It’ll be good for you to have more to do without us.”
But I don’t want to do more without them. I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be left to my own devices after I’m finished working — or at all.
Havoc nods. “Swimming’s great, and if you ever have a free hour, you can kill time here. ”
Instead of at the tables, which is what they all mean. They want me to have hobbies that aren’t gambling.
I wonder if I could drown myself while no one’s paying attention.
The thought comes out of nowhere, and I instantly tamp it down. No. I’m not going to think that way. I’m not going to do that again.
“Okay,” I say even though I have no intention of coming here by myself.
“I guess I’ll let Havoc teach you,” Vortex says, and he steps back.
Havoc is a surprisingly good teacher, and with his help, I’m doggy paddling for my dear life in the deeper water. I hadn’t been afraid of the water, and now I’m even less so. It’s not that bad.
But after a while, it gets boring, and I can think of several things that would be more entertaining than swimming lessons. I paddle my way back to shallower water, where Vortex is waiting, and press my chest against his. “I did good!” I say. “Now it’s time for my reward.”
“Your reward?” he asks, arching a brow.
“Mhm,” I tell him, getting on my tiptoes so I can steal a kiss.
“No,” Caleb says, his voice echoing through the pool hall. “This is a guest area. There will be no sex in the pool.”
“We locked it and set out a closed sign,” Havoc points out with amusement.
“For privacy, not so you can contaminate the pool!” Caleb moves toward the pool stairs. “If we do this, we do it elsewhere.”
“I bet at least three people have pissed in the pool this week,” Havoc says. “The pool’s chlorinated for a reason!”
I wrinkle my nose at the thought. “Wow, Havoc. That really makes me want to stay in the pool.” I start to wade after Caleb, but Vortex grabs me by the waist.
“He’s kidding,” Vortex reassures me.
Everything looks clean, at least, and it’s easy to forget Havoc’s “joke” when Vortex kisses me. He runs a hand along my wet back, keeping me close.
“Children rarely use this pool,” Caleb mutters. “There is no urine in the pool.” After a beat, he adds, “Unless you pissed in it. ”
Havoc bursts out laughing, but he shakes his head. “Nah. I wouldn’t piss where I want to fuck.”
Vortex shakes his head. “I hope not, since you just freaked Seven out.” He tucks a few wet strands of hair behind my ear. “Guess we’ll have to make him forget.”
I’m happy to forget all about Havoc’s joke, thoughts of the past, and the understanding that I don’t have my favorite hobby to fall back on when things get hard. So I kiss Vortex again, even as Havoc comes up behind me and presses his chest against my back. I turn enough to kiss him, too, trading kisses between the two of them as I start to relax.
I hear Caleb walk toward us, his sandals slapping against the tile. “I’m extremely curious to see the logistics of this.”
Havoc pulls away to look at Caleb. “Yeah? Logistics is what’s getting you off? Not Seven’s beautiful, slick body?” He runs his hand along my soaked tank top.
“That’s enough to get me interested,” Vortex rumbles. He cups my face in his hands and kisses me again, lazy but thorough, and I groan against his mouth.
“I need you,” I beg, then glance between Havoc and Caleb. “I don’t get the three of you together enough.” I tug Vortex toward the side of the pool. “I can suck Caleb, and the two of you can?—”
I realize I’m being bossy, and I look at them again as uncertainty creeps up again.
What if I’m being too demanding?
Caleb sits down at the edge of the pool and spreads his legs, his feet dangling in the water. “What will Vortex and Havoc do, pet?”
I swallow hard, trying to gather myself. I can do this. They’re not mad at me. They want me, too. All three of them would happily take what I have to offer, and I need to calm down. My erection had begun to flag, but when I slowly pull Caleb’s swim shorts down and see his cock, my body starts to get back on board again.
“Take turns,” I say, standing on my tiptoes. “And no, I’m not picking who goes first.”
Caleb runs his fingers through my wet hair. “They can rock-paper-scissors for it.”
“But which spot is the better one?” Havoc asks. He squeezes my ass lightly. “Go first, and get Seven when he’s nice and tight. Go second, and get him when he’s nice and loose, and bring him to orgasm too.”
Vortex rumbles in agreement. “You should probably get him ready for me,” he says. For once, there’s no taunt in his voice — only desire.
I moan, lifting my ass as much as I can before leaning down to take the tip of Caleb’s cock into my mouth. It tastes like pool water, but it’s not bad. Besides, I’ll get to taste him soon enough, once he gets hard and precum starts to leak into my mouth.
Havoc pulls my shorts down, and the fabric feels weird around my thighs. I spread my legs for him while he starts to finger me with only pool water for lube.
It’s a strange sensation, but I’ve been fucked in the bath before.
I did it with Caleb, even, while Havoc choked me.
I moan and take more of Caleb into my mouth. He grips my hair and rolls his hips.
“Good pet,” Caleb murmurs. “Take me all the way.”
I don’t hesitate to take more of him, and while he doesn’t trigger my gag reflex like Vortex does, I still have to swallow hard to take him into my throat. My chin is soon flush with his pubic hair, and I groan around him as Havoc slips another finger inside of me.
The flicker of discomfort that runs through me is so, so good, and I squirm, wishing it was even more intense.
“Think you can hold my load in when Vortex and I switch out?” Havoc asks. He presses down against my prostate. “Y’know, so Caleb doesn’t have to be on pool cleaning duty.”
Caleb laughs, the movement jostling him. His cock slips out of my mouth almost entirely, and I let out a whine before resting my hands on his thighs and working to take it back in with only my mouth. It drags across my cheek and nose, and I shiver before my lips close around it again.
Vortex stands beside me, kissing my neck. “I think he can do it.”
I nod, though it’s barely perceptible as I keep sucking Caleb’s cock.
“He’ll have to hold Vortex’s cum too,” Caleb points out. “You won’t let out a single drop until you’re out of the water. Right, pet?”
I moan around him in answer, not wanting to let go long enough to give a proper answer. I’ll do everything I can to hold them in. I wish they’d plug me up, too, letting me keep them in me all day.
I’ve never liked plugs before, and I don’t know where this thought is coming from. It feels nice, though, like I’m claiming something for myself that I’ve never been able to before.
Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to ask for it. It would be nice to have the reminder of how completely owned I am while I work.
Havoc pulls his fingers out and gets into position behind me. He rubs the head of his cock between my ass cheeks. “Okay. Good job on the swimming today, Seven. You definitely deserve this reward.”
The praise makes my face heat, and I moan loudly when he pushes inside of me. My noises echo through the pool hall, interspersed with the splashing of water.
I take Caleb deep again, then pull off before taking him in again with a frenetic energy that I don’t understand — but I need this. I need all three of them, and it starts with this. I lift my ass in the air a little more, letting Havoc have more of me.
Havoc is rough in his movements, water splashing all around us while I suck on Caleb’s erection. When I glance up, I see that Caleb’s face has gone red, and he’s breathing heavily.
He’s going to come soon, and I want it. I want to drink down every drop, but I want him to do it while Vortex is inside of me. The sound he makes when I slow down is one that briefly has me anxious, and I glance up at him to make sure he’s not angry at me.
Don’t be a tease, baby .
Caleb smiles at me. “I think I’m supposed to be edging you . ”
I still feel that thrum of panic, but it ebbs as Havoc thrusts into me even harder, quickening his pace, and I squeeze tight around him to try to make him come faster.
Vortex’s hand goes to the back of my head, and while he doesn’t force me down, he strokes my wet hair and makes me want him to push me down.
“What’s the hold up, Havoc?” Vortex grumbles. “Fill him up so I can get my turn.”
“You’re the one who wanted to go second!” Havoc complains, but he speeds up his thrusts, and I get pushed closer to Caleb. His cock tickles the back of my throat, but I keep myself loose and open so I don’t gag.
Caleb groans and tightens his fingers in my hair, holding me in place for long enough that my vision starts to get hazy.
“Fuck!” Havoc shouts, and he slams into me. I feel his cum fill me, impossibly hot. The pool seems freezing cold in comparison.
I let out a moan around Caleb’s cock, sucking harder for several seconds before I let up again as Havoc and Vortex switch places and I try to keep Havoc’s cum inside.
Vortex is gentler, but his cock is larger, and he stretches me more than Havoc had. “Good?” he asks me.
I try to nod, but Caleb is pushing me down on him again and I can only let out small, helpless sounds as my cock throbs with pleasure.
“His throat is seizing up around my cock,” Caleb says with a moan. “You’re so good, pet. You’re amazing.”
Vortex grunts as he forces his way completely inside of me, and he echoes, “Our beautiful boy. You’re doing so well.”
Havoc moves next to me and reaches for my cock. He strokes it expertly despite the water, and the contrast of his warm hand and the cooler water makes it feel amazing.
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, he might 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 as long 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.