Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

Slowly, as though he wasn’t certain she spoke the truth, Gumby began to relax. Jazz walked toward them and once she was close enough, she ran her fingers through Gumby’s soft hair.

She tilted her head as if to ask, “Okay?” and when Gumby nodded once, she guided him back to Screw’s hard-on which hadn’t waned one bit with the pause in action.

“Open,” she said. Gumby immediately obeyed, and when she bent down to his ear, whispering, “Suck him hard,” both men groaned.

The smile playing across her lips was positively devious.

“Take your top off,” Screw rasped as Gumby licked his length. “Let me see those tits while his mouth is on me.”

Her eyes flared at the same time Gumby followed her directions to a T. He sucked like he was trying to get straight to the center of his favorite Tootsie Pop. “Fuck, that mouth…God damn.”

Jazz stripped out of her top then did him one better by shedding the leggings as well. She stood before them, hot pink lace cupping her tits. With a sassy smile, she spun, giving him an unobstructed view of the pink string disappearing between her smooth ass cheeks.

If he could have spoken, he’d have complimented her, but his throat dried up as Gumby sucked him to the root.

Electricity raced down his spine, landing in his balls and making his whole body jolt. Two more seconds of suction and he’d unload down Gumby’s throat. While that had seemed like the perfect ending a few moments ago, he now had other ideas.

“Enough,” he barked, gently pulling from Gumby’s mouth.

The man at his knees and Jazz stared at him like he’d lost his mind.

And maybe he fucking had, because in that moment all he could think about was being connected to these two people in the most primal of ways.

“I want to fuck you,” he said to Jazz. “I want us both to fuck you. Both inside you.”

When she gasped and said, “At…um…at…”

He nodded. “At the same time.”

CHAPTER THIRTY

JAZZ’S HEART STUTTERED then took off like a sports car going zero to sixty in one point two seconds. Sure, she’d thought about this moment. About the possibility of making this a true threesome, but that was before she felt. Before she worried about every move these men made. Before she stressed about Gumby returning to Arizona and Screw growing bored. Before she feared for their lives against the CDMC.

If she did this, it’d be more than three people fucking to get off. Maybe not to them, but it was time for her to be honest with herself and admit what she felt for these men. What exactly that was, she hadn’t had the courage to dig into. Because she knew deep down in a place that terrified her, it was something close to a four-letter word.

The four-letter word that had the power to create unbreakable bonds. Yet that same word could tear down empires, ruin lives, and destroy hearts.

But as she gazed upon the two men in the bathroom, one naked and staring at her as though he could eat her up, the other on his knees with much the same need in his eyes, she could no sooner deny them than she could live without water.

“I want that,” she said, realizing as she spoke how true the words were. Her body readied itself instantly, growing wet as could be between her legs.

She hadn’t been certain what she’d walk into after the way the men left things at the diner. When no one had answered the ringing doorbell, she’d feared walking in on them icing split lips and blackened eyes.

They’d been going at it all right, just not in the way she’d expected. And fuck, if it hadn’t been the most erotic sight she could have imagined. Porn directors would salivate over the opportunity to film these two together.

Screw stalked toward her as Gumby rose to his feet, ripping his own shirt over his head.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Screw said, hands going to her ass. He yanked her flush against him, pressing a quick, brutal kiss to her lips.

One of his hands trailed up her leg and under the string of her thong, tracing it up and down the cleft between her cheeks. “Have you ever—”

“Yes,” she said, shuddering as his touch brought goose bumps to the surface of her skin.

“Hmm, naughty, Miss Jazmine.” He smirked, making her roll her eyes.

Like he had the market on raunchy sex.

“And?”

Her face heated. “And…it’s been a while, but I liked it. A lot.”

“Well, well, well, I must say I didn’t expect this.”

“I wasn’t always afraid to let people see my body,” she said with a shrug. “Back in the day I had an active and varied se—”

“Shh,” Screw placed a finger over her lips. “I’m finding thoughts of you with anyone but me or Gumby make me murderous.”