Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

“No!” she said, reaching out.

“Oh, fuck, Jazzy, I’m sorry.”

“No!” she said again, sitting straight up. She grabbed his arms, staring him straight in the eye. He had no choice but to gaze on her tears while she tore him a new one. “I’m not hurt, Screw. Not at all. Not one bit.” Her voice dropped and she stared at the bed. Gumby’s hand stroked up and down her back, his eyes a deep pool of worry. “It was just…powerful. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to freak you out. Just…all three of us were so together. So in sync. It felt so good, I got a little emotional.”

It was a little too soon to allow relief in. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No.”

“But I was…at the end there I was…”

“Perfect. You were both perfect.”

Oh, thank Christ.

Her gaze shifted between the two of them. She grabbed both of their hands, bringing their joined hands to her heart. “I can easily say I’ve never come like that before, but it was more than that. I just felt so…”

“Cherished,” Gumby interjected.

Screw’s heart stuttered to a stop. They were treading on dangerous ground. Feelings, emotions, relationship ground. Things that made his skin itch and his feet eager to run. But the way Jazz’s face lit at Gumby’s simple word had him rooted to his spot on the bed.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I felt cherished.” Her cheeks flushed and she shrugged. “Sorry,” she said with a wave of her hand. “I’m just being silly.”

“You are,” Screw blurted.

“What?”

“You are. Uh, cherished that is. Not being silly.” Christ, he was like a fifteen-year-old goober who didn’t know how to talk to a woman. And maybe he was, when it came to real, heavy conversation. He’d certainly avoided it his whole life and sure as fuck hadn’t had deep heart to hearts with his mother. Their talks consisted of him being told what a disappointment he was, and her asking him to get lost so she could bring over the latest man.

Still beaming, Jazz leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips right before treating Gumby to the same sweet taste of her. This would normally be where he’d take his leave. They’d all come spectacularly, so it was time to jet. He’d already spent the night in bed with them on more than one occasion which went against everything he believed in.

But as he sat there in his bed with drying sweat, cum, and heavy emotions surrounding them, he found the last thing he wanted was to be without these two. Not only did he want to extend their company this afternoon, he wanted them in his bed tonight. Yes, for a repeat, but also to sleep entwined with one another.

So instead of ushering them from his room and out the door, he kissed Jazz again then said, “How about I order a pizza? Pretty sure we deserve a few carbs and calories after that workout.”

“Ooh, yes!” Jazz said. “I’m starved. And disgusting.” She glanced down at herself. Mind if I shower while we wait for it?”

“Long as you don’t mind company.” He arched an eyebrow at Gumby. “What do you say, big guy? Up for a little slippery fun followed by some grease and cheese?”

“Hell yeah. Not sure which sounds better.” Gumby winked at Jazz.

He was sure. Screw knew exactly which of those activities he was most looking forward to. “Let’s do it.” Before he thought better of it, he captured Gumby’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, holding the man close for a kiss. It was supposed to be a quickie, but when Gumby licked across his lower lip, Screw prolonged the kiss. It stayed light and dare he admit, sweet, but lingered for long seconds.

Jazz’s happy sigh had him smiling and finally leaving Gumby’s lips. She tilted her head. “I could seriously watch you guys do that all day long. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. I might need to see you fuck at some point before the day was up.”

And damn if the thought of her watching Gumby fuck him or vice versa didn’t have his dick twitching. “Jesus, woman,” he said as he swelled to half chub. “You two milked every last drop of cum from my balls. I shouldn’t be able to get it up for a week, but one mention of those eyes watching Luke have a go at me and I’m hard all over again.” He pointed to Jazz. “You’re a fucking sex witch.”

She laughed hard and when Gumby joined in, Screw’s heart swelled more than his cock. Maybe there was some truth to it because witchcraft had to be the only explanation for his out of character behavior.

After a warm, sudsy, and handsy shower complete with a few more orgasms, the three of them piled back into Screw’s bed where they devoured an extra-large pizza in record time. He and Gumby wore only their underwear while Jazz borrowed one of his shirts, and damn if it didn’t do something to see her in his bed wearing his shirt. Smelling of him. Once their bellies were full, they lounged around talking, petting, and learning more about each other.