Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

What? Her eyes nearly fell out of her head. He had to be kidding, right? Mr. Fuck anything and everything was…what? Jealous?

No freaking way.

“Yes fucking, way,” he said with a chuckle, making her realize she’d blurted the thought aloud. “I’m feeling mighty possessive at the moment so let’s skip the walk down memory lane.”

“You started it,” she said with a wink.

A chuckle drew their attention to where Gumby stood shirtless, leaning against the counter.

“You got something to say, G?”

He smiled. “Nah, just watching my naked man and my nearly naked woman chat about the past while they should be getting on with the fucking.”

Hearing them referred to by the word “my” had Jazz’s insides melting. First Screw acting like he couldn’t stand the thought of her being with another man, and now Gumby calling them his. And they were standing around teasing, enjoying each other’s presence as much more than just sex buddies.

God, she was in way too deep. The kind of deep that might drown her.

But heaven help her, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to surface.

Gumby pushed off the counter and pressed himself along Screw’s back. When he nipped a sharp bite into the curve of Screw’s neck, Screw hissed and shivered against her. “How about we take this party to your bed, huh?”

“Fuck yes,” Screw said.

In a move she never saw coming, he dropped to a squat, pressed his shoulder to her stomach and hoisted her over his shoulder. Jazz squealed as the world flipped upside down. She never had time to get accustomed to the position change because before she knew it, the world was shifting again. She landed on the bed with a soft bounce.

“This is a big bed,” she said moving her arms as though making a snow angel on top of the king-sized mattress.

“Perfect for three,” Screw said with a wink.

He crawled up the mattress, past her head, until he reached the headboard. Then he sat with his back to it, scooped her up under her arms, and dragged her flush against him, seated between his legs.

“You know, I can move myself,” she said, eyes on Gumby as he stood at the foot of the bed, shucking his jeans.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Screw answered her. “Damn, Gumby, your cock is busting out of those boxer briefs. Lose ’em.”

Jazz licked her lips as Gumby drew the royal blue fabric down, revealing his erection inch by inch.

“You look hungry, Jazzy,” Gumby said with a wink.

“I am.” God how she was hungry for him. For them.

Screw’s hands slipped under her arms and around to her breasts where he plucked her nipples through the lacy bra. The added texture from the lace abrading her sensitive flesh made her tremble within seconds.

“Guess I should feed you then.” Gumby crawled onto the bed then knee walked until he was able to stroke his cock against her lips. As he did just that, she let her tongue peek out and have a small lick. He jolted as though she’d shocked him then cursed when she opened wide and took him deep, mimicking what she’d seen in the bathroom moments ago.

“Baby,” he said, hands sliding into her hair. “I could spend my life being sucked by you.”

Did he realize he just implied something long term between them? Of course not. It was just words uttered in the throes of passion. But it made her want exactly what he’d proposed. Spending their lives pleasuring each other.

God, she was a fool…

Screw chose that moment to abandon her nipples, reach under her thighs and pull her legs up. She positioned her feet near her ass as she sucked on Gumby’s length.

Her thong had gone from damp to soaked long ago, and when Screw brushed his fingers across her saturated panties, she released Gumby’s cock with a sharp cry.

“Jesus, she’s wet, G. Drenched. So ready for you to fuck her.” As he spoke, Screw stroked a fingertip up and down the wet strip hiding her pussy. She squirmed against the too light touch, needing more. Needing one of them inside her.

Jazz opened her mouth to swallow Gumby down again, but he backed off.

“I need to see.” His voice sounded like ground glass, strained, rough, ready to fuck. “I’m too on the edge for you to suck me. Let me see, Luke.”

Screw let out a small grunt then pulled her legs back even farther, fully exposing her to Gumby’s ravenous gaze.

“Fuck, you’re right. So wet. Probably soft and hot too, huh?”

Jazz just stared, her legs quivering and pussy clenching with need under Gumby’s stare. To go from no male attention for so long to being the heated focus of two very intense men was as thrilling as it was overwhelming. She’d hidden her body for so long and now wanted nothing more than to be naked with these men as often and as long as possible.