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“Gumby, what the hell are you doing?”
His long legs ate up the distance to her room in no time. To keep from being dragged along, she was practically jogging. When he reached her room, Gumby propelled directly over to the vintage floor mirror that had come with the home. Most of the time a spare bed sheet covered the mirror, but she’d taken it down when Gumby arrived so he wouldn’t think she was crazy.
“No, Gumby, no. I can’t—”
“Shhh,” he said wrapping a long arm around her chest. “Breathe.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head.
“So you saw us?” he asked.
“W-what? Uh, yes.”
Where was Screw? He’d been silent since Gumby started his caveman routine but hadn’t been far behind in the hall. Was he also in her bedroom?
“Did you like it?”
What?
“Um…”
He let out a soft chuckle. Warm air tickled her ear. “Well, it sounds like you watched for a while, so I imagine you weren’t repulsed.”
Christ, had she liked it. She still thought about it at least ten times a day. “N-no. I wasn’t repulsed. Surprised, but not repulsed. Never that. You two were…beautiful together.”
“Did you wish you were in the room? Had a closer look? Maybe you wished you could touch too. Did you want to be between us, Jazzy?”
Her breath caught in her lungs as her heart began to pound hard enough to make her shirt quiver. Between them? With both sets of hands on her? Both mouths…
Her nipples tightened to near painful points at the thought.
“Jazmine?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, eyes still closed. “I wanted to be between you. I wanted to touch you. Both of you.”
A sharp inhale came from in front of her.
Screw.
Her eyes flew open to find him only a few inches from her, gaze like fire as he stared at her mouth.
She was between them.
Holy shit.
“He looked good, didn’t he?” Gumby asked. “Sexy as fuck down on his knees with my dick in his throat. Yes?”
Where the hell had this dirty talking man come from?
She whimpered as she nodded, afraid if she opened her mouth, she’d beg one—or worse both—of them to take her.
“Can I tell you a secret?” Gumby asked.
She nodded. Her gaze stayed on Screw as he listened with flared nostrils and blown pupils to Gumby’s words.
“Screw may have looked good on his knees, but he felt un-fucking-believable. Sass is not the only talent that mouth has.”
As Gumby spoke, Screw lowered himself to his knees so slowly it seemed to take an hour. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from the captivating man.
“Do you want to feel him?” Gumby nipped at her earlobe.
Did she want to feel it? She craved it.
“Do you want to feel him right here, between us?”
Holy fuck. Was she about to do this? It was a mistake, that was for damn sure. But her mind was so tired after unburdening her soul, she just didn’t have the energy to think of all the reasons she should say no. It would feel so good and she wanted that right now. Screw was right. She missed this, needed it. Physical connection, comfort, pleasure.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want it.”
“One condition.”
Her gaze met Gumby’s in the oblong mirror.
“Eyes stay open the entire time.”
The knee jerk reaction to scream, “No,” nearly won, but she managed to keep the word in her throat. Just went to show how aroused they’d made her. “I don’t know…”
“Trust me, baby, you do not want to miss this because you’re worried about a little mirror,” Screw said from the floor.
As she peered down at him, he slid the side zipper on her flat ankle boot down.
“Lift.”
In a near trance-like state, she did as ordered for one foot then the other. Once her feet were bare, Screw rose to a tall kneel and reached for the zipper of her jeans. One eyebrow arched into his forehead.
She would regret this. No doubt. Screw’s serious, caring, almost loving persona would disappear the moment he got his. And a threesome? Sure, the fantasy rocked, but reality had a way of being too…real.
But maybe, even if she woke up tomorrow alone and appalled by her behavior, maybe the pleasure would have been worth it. She’d have memories of feeling cherished, desired…whole.
Only one way to find out.
“Please,” she whispered, and Gumby’s mouth latched onto her pulse point, sucking until her knees wobbled. She stared into the mirror, trying to take it all in at once. Gumby’s mouth on her neck, Screw lowering her jeans over her hips, his longish hair in a sloppy ponytail at the base of his skull. It’d been so long since she’d been touched, and here she was with two sets of hands on her. The sensations bordered on overwhelming and they’d barely even started.
Though for her, what made this moment so powerful was the fact these men held her secrets. She wasn’t going to have to hide. Wouldn’t need to keep herself covered as she’d always imagined would happen when she gained enough courage to take a lover.
