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Gumby wanted to refuse, but it seemed like a challenge, so he accepted. “Not a resident. Just visiting an old friend,” he said as he turned toward the man and leaned against the bar.
“Hmm,” Screw said, facing Gumby as well. His grin was a little sloppy but no less confident.
“You’re upsetting her.” Why beat around the bush.
Screw laughed, slapping his palm on the bar. “I’m upsetting her? Shit, had I known you were funny as well as hot I’d have brought you coffee the other morning.”
What? Screw thought he was hot? Was he…did he…
“What is it that I’m doing to upset the queen? Breathing?”
“Don’t be an asshole. You’re acting like she doesn’t exist. You’re flashing your whores in her face.” No, Screw wasn’t really coming on to him. He was just trying to get under Gumby’s skin.
“You jealous?” Screw bobbed his eyebrows.
Now it was his turn to laugh. “That you have a harem? Nah, been there, done that. Ready for something with some depth.” God, why did the man have to be so goddammed good looking? A plain black T-shirt stretched across his broad chest. The thing barely contained his biceps. The men Gumby had been with tended to be on the smaller side. Less dominant, twinkier, he might say. Someone who wouldn’t be looking for acts Gumby wasn’t interested in now or ever. Screw was the opposite. Dominant, aggressive, powerful and it ticked every one of Gumby’s closeted buttons.
“Actually, I meant jealous of them. You know, cuz they get a piece of all this.” He winked and lifted the hem of his shirt revealing a set of abs that would make any interested party beg.
As Gumby was about to refute the claim as ridiculous, the Honey delivered their shots. “To…friends.” Screw said as he lifted his glass.
Gumby met the man’s chocolate gaze. It was the best way to describe his eyes. The exact color of milk chocolate whereas Jazz’s were far more the bittersweet variety.
Still holding up his full shot glass, Screw raised an eyebrow. His mouth was canted up in a cocky grin that shouldn’t have made Gumby want to suck on his lip. But it did.
Shit. The shot…right.
He lifted his glass. “To friends. New and old.” He could toss out an olive branch. They may not become best fucking buddies seeing as how they both wanted Jazz, but they could be cordial. Friendly.
They tossed back their shots at the same time. Screw licked a lingering drop off his lower lip and Gumby was helpless to do anything but track the movement. Fuck, those plump, kissable lips…
“So,” Screw said, smirk back in place. “Jazz know you like cock?”
Gumby coughed as the last bit of liquid slid down his trachea. He glanced around. Thank fuck, the music was deafening, and no one seemed to be paying attention to them. No one but Jazz, who watched with a frown from across the room. He tried to give her a reassuring smile, but she began walking in their direction.
Marching more like it.
“What the hell are you talking about? You’re crazy. I’m pretty sure I like pussy. Always have. Always will.”
“That may be,” Screw said, tilting his head. “Doesn’t mean you don’t like cock too.”
He could barely fucking breathe. Some asshole was going to out him and ruin his life. His family was far more important than his enjoyment of dick. Christ, he could lose his club, his job, his…everything. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, man, but I don’t. You musta misinterpreted something.”
Screw’s laugh held a bitter note. “Like what? The way you stared at my mouth just now? Or how about the way I keep catching your gaze on my ass.” He stepped close and dropped his voice. “Trust me, I know when someone wants me.”
Sure, when everyone wanted him, it was pretty easy to catch on. Arrogant ass.
“Tell me you’re not hard, right now,” Screw whispered.
Gumby shook his head. “You’re out of your goddammed mind.”
“Aw come on. You owe me. Jazz told me to fuck off and get the hell out of her life because of you, so—”
“You’re fucking unbelievable.”
Oh, shit.
Jazz stood two feet away, hands on her hips, eyes blazing. “You can’t even fathom that I just don’t want to sleep with you, can you? It’s not totally impossible for someone not to want you, Screw. It’s called real life and you need to fucking grow up and live in it.” She tossed her hands up, turned, and stomped three feet away before coming back and getting right in Screw’s face.
He kept the arrogant grin, but his jaw ticked. The man wasn’t nearly as unaffected as he wanted them to think. Interesting. A small layer of the onion that was Screw had been peeled back.
“I said that shit to you the other day because of me. Not because of him.” She jammed her finger into Screw’s chest, probably breaking the digit in the process. “Ow, dammit.” She stepped back, shaking out her hand. “I said it because I’m more than a dumb fuck you can forget about five seconds after you come. I’m worth more than that even from a fucking hook-up. So I asked you to back the fuck off for me.” She pointed to Gumby. “Leave him the hell out of it.”
