Screw (Hell's Handlers MC 8)

“What?” Somehow, she’d imagined they avoided looking too closely at her body. Being naked was one thing, being scrutinized was another. “No.”

“Hey.” Screw barked out the word with enough strength she immediately sought his gaze. He captured her face between two strong palms. “You’re fucking gorgeous, scars and all. I’m gonna look at you, Jazzy. We’re gonna look at this beautiful body, so get used to it.” He tempered his severe words with a wink.

Her heart melted. Shit. How was she supposed to keep this physical when they knew exactly how to get under her skin?

“Besides,” Screw said. “I’m pretty damn sure I left a few marks of my own last night and I’d like to see my handiwork. Sit up a bit.”

Heat rushed to her face, same as it had when she’d forced herself to look in the mirror that morning. There’d been no less than five hickeys overtop of the largest of her scars.

When she lifted to her elbows, he reached under her. One flick of the wrist and he had her bra open like some kind of underwear magician. Screw then pushed off her, taking the satin bra with him before moving to stand by Gumby at the foot of her bed. “Damn, baby, those are some sexy panties you got on there.”

Lying there, with her feet on the floor, legs slightly spread under the perusal of two of the most attractive men she’d ever met took all her courage. Her hands itched to move to her breasts. To cover the scarred mounds and misshapen nipples. Though as she’d learned last night, those nipples were anything but insensate and man she’d like to feel one of their lips on them again.

“Jazmine, you see how hard we are, right? You see how much we both want you? How sexy we think that body is?”

“Hey!” Screw said in an overly affronted tone. He wrapped a hand around Gumby’s cock. “I’d like to think this bad boy isn’t all for her.”

How had she never realized how hot it would be to watch two men together? But then, maybe it wasn’t all men she liked to watch getting each other off. Maybe it was just these two. Whatever it was, she hoped one time she could simply sit back and watch them pleasure themselves. Tonight, she was feeling selfish and too needy to simply observe.

“Screw,” Gumby said, voice ragged. “Be a good boy and go suck Jazzy’s tits while I see how ready she is to fuck us.”

Oh. My. God. Where had that commanding tone come from? She’d expected it from Screw, but to see Gumby turn all alpha dog was hot as could be.

With a sexy growl, Screw gave Gumby one last squeeze, kissed him square on the mouth then came around to the side of the bed. He dropped down to his knees, resting his elbows on the bed.

He reached out, cupping one breast and thumbing her nipple. She shifted as the sensation zinged straight to her pussy.

“So responsive,” he rumbled.

Gumby lowered to his knees as well, pushing her legs apart as he sank. “So wet as well. Goddamn, Jazzy this thong is fucking soaked.”

“I was thinking about Henry Cavill while you guys were undressing.”

Screw tweaked her nipple. “Watch it, sassy.”

Jazz laughed until Screw’s mouth closed over her nipple making her back arch and dragging a moan from deep within. God, the hot, wet, tug of the suction made the emptiness between her legs feel so weighted. She was seconds away from begging Gumby to fuck her when his fingers rubbed over her wet thong.

When her hips wiggled, seeking more contact, he chuckled. “Impatient?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck,” she cried out as Screw switched breasts, sucking hard. She fisted his long hair, holding him against her as his soft beard tickled her skin.

With one finger, Gumby hooked her thong and dragged it away from her pussy before taking a long lick of her juices.

She gasped, arching her back and pushing her breast farther into Screw’s mouth. Before she even had time to process the amazing feelings flooding through her, Gumby slid a long finger into her channel and sucked her clit at the same time.

So many—almost too many—sensations bombarded. Two mouths, two sets of hands, two men. “Please,” she said on a moan.

Screw looked her in the eye. “Please what, baby.”

“Please tell him to fuck me. I need it now.”

He kissed her, pulling and tugging her nipples which did nothing to ease the intensity of the moment. “You heard the woman,” he said.

When Gumby’s finger and mouth left her, she almost cried out in protest but managed to hold it in since what was coming promised to be even better.

“Condom?”

Shit. She was so far gone she’d never have thought of it on her own.

“Got a few in my jeans.” Screw kissed her again. “Never leave home without ’em.” He winked and it was just so typical Screw she couldn’t help but laugh.