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“Name’s Luke,” Screw said. “This is Will.” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Gumby. “Met one of your prospects, Squirt, earlier this week.” He shrugged as though he didn’t give a fuck whether Moose let them in or not. “He told me to check this party out.”
“Any weapons?”
“Nope. Feel free to check.” Screw extended his arms and Gumby couldn’t help but notice the way his sleeves clung to his thick arms. In the back, his shirt rode up an inch, giving Gumby a prime view of two dimples at the base of his spine. Fuck, he wanted to dip his tongue right in there.
What the fuck was happening to him? He’d been with men, but never had the overwhelming desire to run his tongue all over their bodies, and with Screw, it was almost a vital need. They’d have to fuck. He had to get the man out of his system. It was the only way he’d be able to move on and get control over himself once again.
“Hey! You fucking sleeping there or what?”
Shit.
“Sorry.” Gumby stepped forward and extended his arms for the rough pat down.
Screw cocked his head and raised an eyebrow as if to say, “You cool?”
With a subtle nod, Gumby dropped his arms as Moose stepped back.
“Stay in the bar area. You wanna fuck, you leave, find a dark corner, or go at it right there. If you ain’t patched in, you ain’t allowed upstairs or behind any closed doors. Get it?” Moose’s voice was surprisingly high-pitched for such a beast of a man.
“Got it.” Screw said, all smiles as though totally pumped to be at the party. “Thanks, man.” He held his fist out and Moose bumped it.
Gumby did the same, then followed Screw into the loud as fuck clubhouse. They’d clearly done a fair amount of work turning the warehouse into a livable space. The place maintained its industrial feel with exposed beams on the ceiling, and brick interior walls. A huge steel bar dominated the wide-open space they’d walked into. Off to the left, an open staircase led to the second floor which he assumed housed bedrooms. Aside from that, the place was plain. A few tables had been scattered throughout the room, but most of the space was jam-packed with bodies writhing to the music.
“Jesus,” Gumby muttered as he walked past a man who had to be at least fifty with greasy gray hair, a beer belly protruding through the lapel of his cut, and a beard that touched said gut. The guy had his hand buried under some girl’s skirt as she moaned and pumped her hips. A red cup full of God knew what nearly overflowed as she squeezed it. “She could be his daughter.”
Screw laughed. “Fuckin’ prude. This is my kinda playground.” He shot Gumby a wink.
The words had something dark, ugly, and unfamiliar twisting inside of him. They made him speak without thinking. “You gonna fuck while we’re here tonight?”
Christ, could he sound like more of a jealous boyfriend? What the hell was wrong with him. Screw could fuck whoever he wanted all day long if it made him happy.
“I woulda, even three weeks ago,” Screw said, stopping dead in his tracks. “Then I got a taste of this woman I’ve been after, and haven’t looked at another since.”
“But—”
“But this woman’s got a friend. Just as sexy as she is.” He glanced around to make sure no eyes were on them before stepping close and whispering lower than the music. “He’s got me just as fucking wrecked as she does. All I can think about is the two of them, lying in my big bed. He’s hard and she’s wet as fuck while they wait for me to make them both come.”
“Christ.” His dick responded just as the fucker must have planned.
“So no, Will, I’m not gonna find someone here to fuck because I can’t get these other two outta my head.”
Damn, that man was gonna be the death of him. “I need a fucking drink.”
Screw smirked as his gaze drifted to Gumby’s erection. “Gonna take more than one to deflate that bad boy.”
A loud roar had them glancing to the right where a man was heading their way. “You fucking made it!”
“That’s Squirt,” Screw muttered.
Gumby didn’t react beyond forcing himself to stay relaxed and chill.
“Hey, man,” Squirt said, holding his fist out to Screw. “Who’s your friend?”
“This is Will. He works for me.”
Gumby nodded to Will.
“Well,” the prospect said, lifting his hands. “What do you think?”
“I think it’s…fucking crazy.”
Squirt, whose pupils were pinpoints and who had a dusting of white power under one nostril laughed like Screw had told the funniest joke. “Who doesn’t love fucking crazy?” He tipped back his head and let out a loud whoop. “Let’s get you boys a fucking drink.”
Screw met Gumby’s gaze and a silent, “Game on,” passed between them before he turned and started weaving his way to the bar behind Squirt.
