She didn’t believe that for a second but knowing how much he wanted her had wetness soaking her panties. “Yes,” she said on a moan as he licked the side of her neck. “I’m sure, Screw.”
A noise from the entrance to the kitchen had both their heads swiveling to find Gumby leaning against the door frame, an obvious tent in his jeans.
Jazz looked back to Screw who raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure,” she said, breathless. Then she held her hand out to Gumby. “Be with us tonight, Gumby. We’ll figure out the rest tomorrow. But tonight, be with us.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
GUMBY HAD A few short seconds to make a choice. A choice with the power to alter his entire life.
No.
He wouldn’t let one decision, one night define his existence.
Yes, this would be more than a quick blowjob to fulfill a physical need he ignored most of the time. Those nights, even the one with Screw, he could rationalize away as quick stress relief. No big deal.
Even their threesome last night, he’d been able to play off as doing what needed to be done for her. For Jazmine. Not because his dick throbbed, and his balls ached with the need to unload every time he came within touching distance of her or Screw.
Though he may have these errant attractions to men, he didn’t plan to live his life dating men or choosing one to build a relationship with. He liked women as well and that’s where the focus would be.
But he didn’t live here. His club wasn’t here. His family wasn’t here. And anyone who knew him and would be shocked to find him with Screw’s dick in his mouth was more than a thousand miles away.
And fuck, did he want Screw’s dick in his mouth. He’d been salivating for it as much as he wanted a taste of Jazz’s pussy. Only he wasn’t sure he was strong enough to give into that particular desire.
He walked forward and slid his palm along Jazz’s, curling his fingers around her soft hand. Looked like he’d made his choice. One he’d have to make sure she kept under wraps once he got back to real life. This whole thing would be written off as a wild few weeks of chaos and out of character choices.
Happened to everyone at some point.
Screw stood, hands full of Jazz’s tight ass as he lifted her. She squeaked drawing a grin from Screw. The sight of them together…Jesus, Gumby could come just from watching them. He let out a growl he hadn’t realized formed in his chest.
“That sound is hot as fuck,” Screw said, eyes blazing with lust. “Get in the fucking bedroom.”
Jazz shivered in his arms as Screw attacked her neck. When she whimpered, Gumby’s dick twitched and he could no longer merely stand by, watching and not participating.
With another rumble, he slid his hands through Jazz’s dark hair, gripping the short strands. He used the leverage to tip her head back, exposing more of her neck for Screw’s feasting. The other man wasted no time diving in. Gumby turned her head, finding her mouth, delving his tongue between her parted lips.
As he drank in her moans, he ran a hand down Screw’s back to the man’s firm, rounded ass. When he gave a solid squeeze, Screw lifted his head and speared him with a molten glare.
As if drawn by some invisible force, Gumby moved his mouth from Jazz’s to Screw’s. The man tasted of the whiskey he’d downed in the few minutes he’d had alone. His kiss was rougher than Jazz’s, darker, promising pleasure just as powerful yet so different than he experienced with a woman. And to know he was about to get both at the same time?
He shivered.
Mind blowing.
“Oh, my God,” Jazz whispered, drawing both their attention. Her soft smile seemed almost awestruck as she reached out and caressed both their faces. “Do it again. You’re so beautiful together. So sexy.”
Screw smirked. “Far be it for me to deny a lady’s request. Suppose I can suffer through another one of those for Jazz.”
Gumby snorted then grabbed the back of Screw’s head and yanked the man in for kiss. Screw would never be the overly serious type. It just wasn’t in his nature. Even in times of stress, despair, and apparently intense arousal, his larger than life personality shone through with the goal of making others laugh.
And, look at that, Gumby realized he wouldn’t want the man any other way. His ability to make shit laughable was so interwoven with his charm, he wouldn’t be the charismatic man everyone loved and wanted if that part of his personality changed.
The kiss was rough, hungry, and Screw’s scruff rubbed against Gumby’s face leaving no doubt that it was a man he kissed. Neither Jazz nor Screw were aware that until last night, he’d never tasted another man’s lips.