Jazz doubled over with laughter, giggling so hard her stomach cramped. “Oh, my God,” she said. “I can’t believe you still know nothing about women after living with me all these months.”
“Hey!”
She straightened, still huffing out the occasional laugh as Screw’s face grew grimmer and grimmer.
“Could you maybe stop laughing at me for a second? You’re killing my boner here, babe.”
Now she had to snort because, despite his words and her admitted hilarity at his expense, he was still hard as could be. “First off, I’m not sure an ice bath could kill your hard-on and second off, how have you lived with me all these months and still know absolutely nothing about women?”
One eyebrow arched, and the same side of his mouth quirked up into a half-smirk. “Hmm,” he said as he began to stalk in her direction. “I may not know anything about women in general, but I sure know a few things about one woman in particular.” He reached her where she sat on the couch and, without warning, shoved her knees apart.
Oh shit.
She was in for it now. That greedy gleam in his eyes meant he planned to show no mercy. As affable as Screw was day to day, when he wanted, he did intense like no other.
And right now, he wanted.
And, God, so did she.
Time to play.
She stared up at him, fingering the hem of her T-shirt. “I’d love to hear what it is you think you know about me,” she asked, letting her voice dip low in a way that always drove him out of his mind.
“Oh, baby, I know a lot.” He reached down and curled his fingers around his erection.
Though she meant to keep her attention on his face, she was helpless to do anything but follow the movement of his fist as it worked up and down his cock in slow strokes.
“I know you love this bad boy,” he said, playing with the head of his dick. His own voice smoldered with dark, erotic promises. “I know you love it stretching your pussy and driving deep inside you. Come to think of it, you love it in your ass too, don’t you?”
Fuck if he wasn’t dead right about that.
She gave a slow nod.
But as she continued to watch him pleasure himself, there was only one thought on her mind. How much she wanted to taste that small bit of precum leaking from the tip.
“I also know you’re salivating right now. Dying for a taste, aren’t you?”
Well, crap, she hadn’t stood a chance in this little game. She may tease him, but both her men knew her inside and out. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
“Yeah, you are.” He let out a slightly demonic chuckle as he brought his dick close to her lips. All she’d have to do was lean forward a few inches and her wish would be granted. “But,” he drew back and damn, if she didn’t let out a little whimper.
What was she supposed to do? He’d dangled a treat in her face and wrenched it away.
“I’m not so sure I’m in the mood to give you what you want. Feeling a bit more selfish, and a little hungry myself.” He dropped to his knees between her legs, shoved her shirt up without finesse, and latched his hot mouth onto one of her small breasts.
Since she hadn’t been expecting the move, the sharp pleasure that burst from her nipple through the rest of her body had her crying out.
“Thank you for the easy access,” Screw said around her flesh.
“Fuck,” she whispered, head falling back against the couch cushion.
“We’ll get to that,” he practically growled before sucking her other nipple into his mouth.
She groaned and squirmed beneath him, shamelessly tilting her pelvis so she could find some relief for the sudden and severe ache in her pussy.
As Screw began to kiss a path down her torso, she threaded her fingers through the soft strands of his shoulder-length hair.
And then the dogs went nuts, tearing through the room, barking and jumping.
Screw lifted his head. His eyes were heavy lidded with lust and his lips gleamed from sucking her. The man was sinfully gorgeous and never failed to turn her on. “Looks like we’ll be making this a party for three.”
She couldn’t have kept herself from smiling if she tired. They’d been busy lately and while their sex lives were never less than extremely active, it’d been difficult to find as much time for all three of them to be together as she liked.
“I see you like that idea as much as I do,” Screw said before Gumby walked into the room, dogs yipping in delight beside him. All their masters were home.
She understood their excitement.
“Just in time, G,” Screw said as he sat back on his heels, a hand on each of Jazz’s thighs. She still wore the black jeggings she’d put on for work. Screw’s long fingers curled around the outside of her thighs in a firm hold that told her to stay put. “About to have myself a little snack.” He stroked his scruffy beard as though lost in serious thought. “Though now I’m imagining a full-on buffet. Get that sexy ass over here and lose the clothes. But not the glasses. You know what they do to Jazz.” He winked her way before facing their man.