27. Seven
TWENTY-SEVEN
SEVEN
“Are you sure you have enough popcorn?” Caleb asks dryly as he settles into his armchair.
Havoc lifts the second of the large popcorn bowls from the kitchen island. “We do if you don’t devour it all in the first ten minutes.”
“I think he was being sarcastic,” Vortex says, taking popcorn from the bowl already on the coffee table. Both of the bowls are massive, and to me it seems more likely that we have too much.
On the other hand, Vortex and Havoc eat a lot.
My hand itches for my phone. I want to play my games. I want to play blackjack, and get lost in the wins, not watch a movie that doesn’t matter and have my mind wander back to Sofía and Marcus.
Caleb notices me dithering between the kitchen and the living space, and he pats his thigh. “Sit with me, pet.”
I hesitate, even though I’m not sure why. I’ve been feeling strange since Havoc’s mother refused to return to her husband. As happy as I am of her, it evokes feelings in me that I don’t know what to do with.
I know I should talk to one of them, or all of them, but the idea of it is too much. Instead, I keep it to myself, trying not to let it make me downward spiral but unsure of how to handle it.
I don’t want to ruin moments like this, where everyone is content and getting along, but the void inside threatens to pull me under.
I go to Caleb, settling into his lap, and wrap my arms around him. I steal a kiss, wondering if I can talk him into fucking me instead of watching the movie.
Havoc walks over, sets the second bowl on the small table next to the armchair, then settles into the couch. There’s enough space between him and Vortex that I could easily slot in there.
“So what’s this movie?” Havoc asks while Vortex clicks through the tv options.
“It’s that action wrestling movie that came out last year,” Vortex says. “Connie thought it was hysterical, and they filmed parts of it here in Calamity. Not at the Roi, though.”
Caleb strokes my back. “No, they chose Palacio Diamante instead. That’s fine; it’s always disruptive when we get film crews in here. The payments are hardly worth the trouble.”
I nuzzle against Caleb’s neck, quiet while they talk. If I’m silent for too much longer, one of them will pick up on my mood, but I feel disconnected, separate from the moment. I should be happy; all of us are together and getting along.
So why do I feel adrift like this?
Maybe it’s what Havoc had said to her, that she was safe now.
I want to be safe, so badly, but I don’t think it’s even possible for me.
My hand travels down to my pocket, and I get my hand around my phone.
“Does this movie sound okay, Seven?” Vortex asks, startling me out of my thoughts. The look in his expression tells me he’s suspicious, so I’m quick to force a smile. I let go of my phone.
“It sounds great,” I tell him.
He doesn’t look convinced, but he accepts it. “One of these days, we’ll go to a real theater.”
One day. When I’m safe, whenever that is.
If that ever happens.
“I like this,” I tell him.
The movie starts up, but I can’t focus on it. My eyes are on Caleb’s jaw instead. The stubble has grown in already, and rub my hand against it so I can feel the bristles.
Caleb’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t reprimand me.
I haven’t spent that much money gambling lately. I’ve been adding up the money in the computer program like Caleb showed me, and the program does the math for me. The numbers are usually red, but they’re small numbers. Nothing exorbitant.
“How much you wanna bet the best friend is secretly evil?” Havoc asks. He props his feet up on the coffee table. “He’s got all the classic signs.”
“What are the classic signs?” I ask, glancing up at the screen to try to figure out what I’ve missed.
I need to focus on the here and now, not the blackjack game.
“It’s that vibe,” Havoc says, shrugging. “Like if a character is too nice, it’s suspicious.”
Caleb shakes his head. “The betrayer is going to be the coach. He’s the father figure, and it’ll cut more when he double-crosses the main character.” He reaches for some popcorn, but instead of eating it himself, he presses it against my lips.
I take it from him, letting him gently press it into my mouth. The salt and butter tastes good, and I let him feed me another few pieces of it. I’m not hungry; we’d had a good dinner. But I like him feeding me.
I realize Vortex is watching us instead of the movie, and he smiles at me. “You have no idea what’s going on, do you?” He sounds amused instead of upset, but I wince.
“No,” I admit.
Havoc glances over to us. “Should we pause the movie? Do you want to watch something else?”
I shake my head quickly. “It’s not the movie. Caleb is distracting, that’s all.”
That’s not “all,” but it’s a good excuse, and it’s one I know they’ll believe.
“Keep the movie playing,” Caleb says. “I’m sure Seven can learn to multitask.” He lifts more popcorn up to my lips, and I take it, licking the salt and butter from his fingers. “But my thighs might need a break. Crawl over to Vortex and Havoc, pet, and let them feed you.”
I shiver, grateful for the task. I realize it means he knows my attention is nowhere near the movie, but it’s fine because he isn’t pushing. Instead, he’s giving me something to do.
I get down and crawl over to the two of them, kneeling down in front of Vortex. He strokes my hair, asking, “Do you want more popcorn?”
I nod, but it’s mostly because I want to feel his fingers pressing against my lips and the strange intimacy of being fed.
He picks up a few pieces, and like Caleb, he carefully holds them to my lips. I take them, then lick the tips of his fingers. He chuckles, continuing to feed me, and it’s only when his hand is empty that I start to suck on his finger in a not-so-subtle hint of what I actually want.
“Like a dog with a bone,” Caleb says with amusement. “Does our pet deserve a nice, thick treat?”
Havoc snorts in amusement. “He’ll want treats from me, then.” He reaches out to pet my hair. “You want this, Seven?” A bit quieter, he adds, “You can always tell us to stop when you’re done playing.”
I turn my head so I can nuzzle against his hand. “Yes,” I tell him, though my tongue feels thick. “I know.”
I don’t see why I’d ever want him to stop, why I’d want any of them to stop, and the fact that he keeps asking grates on me. But I remember that I made him feel like he couldn’t say no, and I know he doesn’t want me to feel the way he did.
It’s not the same.
“Who do you want first, Seven?” Vortex asks.
I don’t want to decide. “Both?” I try.
They both laugh.
“You’re talented, but I don’t think both our cocks fit into your mouth at once,” Havoc jokes.
“I could always get on your lap and suck Vortex or Caleb at the same time,” I say hopefully. The thoughts have to retreat if I’m completely surrounded by them, don’t they?
“Nobody will be able to concentrate on the movie that way,” Caleb says. I glance over at him, but he’s smiling, so I guess he’s not serious about the movie. “Get Vortex hard first, then switch to Havoc. We’ll quiz them on the events of the movie later.”
I huff out a laugh. “Okay,” I say. “But doesn’t that mean you have to pay attention so you know what questions to ask?
” Even as I speak, I start to unfasten Vortex’s pants.
I know he won’t let me fuck my throat with his cock like at the gun range because that was special, a reward, but I find that I don’t mind if he’s sweet with me.
Havoc will rough me up, and Caleb…
Caleb will give me anything else I need.
Vortex helps me with his pants, and I don’t hesitate before taking his half-hard, thick cock into my mouth.
Vortex groans loudly and pets my head while I suck on him. His cock is so hot on my tongue, and I lose myself in the familiar actions. I inhale so I can get more of Vortex’s scent, more of him .
The movie keeps going in the background, but I ignore it while I focus on making Vortex feel good. His cock twitches in my mouth, and I think I can probably make him come with only a few tricks. I’ll taste him on my tongue, and swallow him down, and?—
“Stop, pet,” Caleb orders. “It’s Havoc’s turn now.”
I whine, but I don’t want to disobey, so I pop off of Vortex’s cock with an obscene sound that goes straight to my own cock.
Vortex sighs, but he nudges me back. “Go on,” he encourages me. He strokes his cock a few times, and I half hope he’ll bring himself to the brink so I can take everything he might spill. But he stops only a few seconds later, and I turn my attention to Havoc.
Havoc already has his cock out, and it’s hard and straining as I shift so I can take it past my lips and over my tongue with a pleased sound. It’s not Vortex, but it’s familiar, and it’s good.
“So, Vortex, what’s the name of that new female character?” Caleb asks casually.
Havoc laughs, which makes his cock jostle deeper into my mouth. “Are you serious? An actual pop quiz?”
“Amanda?” Vortex ventures.
I ignore them and their joking as I take more of Havoc’s cock, until he’s pushing against the back of my throat.
I swallow around him, taking him all the way down until my chin is flush with his balls.
It feels so good, so familiar, and it’s even better when his fingers tangle in my hair to hold me in place.
I’m starting to feel like I need to pull off to take a breath, but he keeps me there another few seconds before letting me draw back. I look up at him, dazed, but I only smile when I see the questioning look on his face.
“You worry too much,” I tell him.
“Nah, that’s Vortex,” Havoc says, smiling. He draws his cock across my lips, and I smile.
Right as I’m opening my mouth to continue, Caleb says, “I’m feeling awfully neglected, pet.”
“Oh, you asshole,” Havoc complains. “Ignore him, Seven. I’m this close!”