Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

Not only did the world keep turning, but she’d been far more comfortable and less sweaty running around all day. Right now, she was looking pretty good if she did say so herself. The wine colored bodycon dress with a scooped neck hugged her in all the right places and actually gave her some curves.

Screw had texted about twenty-five minutes ago saying he was a half an hour out. She planned to surprise him, and hopefully they could cue Gumby up on FaceTime for a little three-way video sex.

The sound of the truck idling in the driveway had her running to the den. Jazz sat on the edge of the couch, positioning herself in what she hoped was a sexy pose. Luckily, Screw was easy and thought pretty much anything she did was sexy.

The door opened and Gumby strode into the room.

Jazz forgot all about being sexy. “Gumby!” she shrieked as she flew toward him, jumped in his arms and wrapped herself around him as tight as she could.

“Hey, baby,” he said, holding her just as close. “Surprise.”

“Oh, my God, are you really here?” She pulled back to look at his handsome, clean-shaven face.

“I really am,” he said, before kissing her.

“For good?” she asked against his mouth.

She felt his lips curve. “For good, Jazzy.”

This time she kissed him until she could no longer breathe or think. “I love you so much.”

Pressing their foreheads together, he grinned.

“Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?”

Jazz giggled. She felt lighter than she had in weeks. Her men were under the same roof as her. Exactly where they were all meant to be.

“Love you, Screwball,” Gumby said.

“And I love you too,” said Jazz.

“Yeah, yeah, you guys are all right,” he said which was pretty much a gushing declaration of love, especially since he sounded suspiciously choked up watching her love on Gumby.

“Hey, what’s in that box?” Jazz jumped out of Gumby’s arms. She felt giddy, so happy she could start flying around the room. “Oh, my God, Screw, they are so cute!”

“And I’m forgotten all ready,” Gumby said.

Jazz swatted his arm as she giggled. “Oh, stop. Look at the puppies.” They were the cutest little balls of squish and fur. Jazz knelt next to the box, crooning and babbling at the sweet puppies. She lifted the gray one, rubbing his soft little body against her cheek. “I’m in love. Are they ours? Please tell me we’re keeping them.”

“We’re keeping them,” Screw said a he shrugged out of his leather jacket and hung it in the closet. “But, babe, they’re fierce guard dogs, so you can’t go gaga all over them.”

“What? Guard dogs? No, they’re my cute little babies,” she said in high-pitched baby talk.

Gumby laughed. “She’s gonna turn your ferocious animals into little marshmallows.”

Jazz looked up in time to see Screw sidle up next to Gumby. Gumby put his arm around Screw’s waist, pulling him into his side as though it was as natural as breathing.

Being with them was as close to perfection as she’d ever encounter. Every night she went to bed warm, safe…satisfied and with a huge smile on her face. In the mornings, she practically hopped out of bed, ready to see what the day with her men would bring. And all those hours in between she floated on a cloud of blissful love. Or often orgasmic love.

“Hey, what are their names?”

Gumby snorted which earned him an elbow to the gut from Screw. “Ow! What was that for?”

“Making fun of my awesome names.”

“Oh, Lord, what are they?”

“Well, these little guys are both boys, so I named them Pitcher and Catcher. You’re holding Pitcher.”

Wait? Huh? She frowned at the little puppy in her hands.

“Um, Screw?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“For someone who claims to have had as many encounters with both penises and vaginas as you, you should really be able to recognize anatomy better.”

“Oh, shit,” said Gumby as he cracked up laughing.

Jazz’s shoulders began to shake as she suppressed her own hilarity.

“What do you mean?” Screw asked looking back and forth between them. “What’s so funny?”

Gumby could barely speak he was laughing so hard.

Jazz lost the battle as well. A bark of laughter bubbled out. She held the little puppy up, stomach side out as her giggles turned to full-on belly laughter. “P-p-p-pitcher’s a girl!”

Shock spread across Screw’s face before he shifted his gaze to the puppy’s nether region. “Oh, fuck me.”

Jazz hooted with laugher, tipping to the side, until she landed on the carpet. Both puppies scrambled all over her, causing her to laugh even harder. “Oh, my stomach hurts.”

Snickering along with her, Gumby walked over and dropped on his knees by her head. He leaned forward and captured her lips in a kiss that spoke of his intention to get naked in the next few minutes.

A second later, two strong thighs bracketed her sides. Screw had straddled her and set about working her dress up her hips. “Did we mention how sexy you look in this dress?”