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The guy’s eyes widened. Having the upper hand over the quick and witty Screw felt damn good. With quick movements, he ripped the shirt over Screw’s head then went to work on his jeans. He had the button and zipper released in no time.
Figures Screw would be wearing tight-assed jet-black briefs that hugged an impressive bulge.
Screw cleared his throat, drawing Gumby’s attention from his dick to his face. “Forgetting something?” he asked with a smirk.
Gumby glanced down to see him wiggling a still-booted foot. “Shit.”
“I’ll help you,” Jazz said from where she knelt on the carpet. “You work on getting that monster out.”
She divested him of his shoes while Gumby set about driving Screw out of his mind. He ran his fingertips over the fabric covered erection, smiling when Screw tensed, and his nostrils flared. Finally, Screw had no clever quip or teasing remark. He’d become just as swept up by this storm as they all were.
Their gazes locked as Gumby hooked his thumbs in the sides of Screw’s briefs. “No going back,” Screw whispered, once again issuing a challenge.
Without responding, Gumby pushed the underwear over Screw’s firm as fuck ass, giving his own squeeze to the thick globes.
Screw grunted.
God, the hours that man spent in the gym were well worth every drop of sweat.
Both naked now, they shared an unspoken idea, turning to Jazz.
“Your turn, baby,” Screw said with a grin.
Jazz rose to stand, the long line of her smooth throat shifting with the force of her swallow. Trepidation flickered through her gaze while she let out a shaky laugh. “I feel like you two are about to ruin me for any future sex.”
Gumby nearly frowned at the thought of someone else getting their hands on her down the road.
“That’s exactly what we plan to do, gorgeous,” Screw said with a wink. “But I’m thinking you won’t be the only one ruined tonight.”
And that’s exactly what terrified Gumby.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
JAZZ’S LEGS TREMBLED as she stood under the lustful gazes—yes gazes, plural—of the two men watching her as though they would ravage her any second. Her insides quivered even more than her limbs and a small part of her worried she’d chicken out.
Not because there were two men, though the experience certainly wasn’t anywhere near her comfort zone, but because the vibe in the room felt heavier than mere sex.
And that kind of thinking was…dangerous. Screw had an aversion to all things relationship, and Gumby lived in Arizona. More than lived there, he was in an MC there which meant he wouldn’t be willing to leave. Jazz didn’t think she could live there again, no matter how much she’d loved her friends. The traumatic memories were too deeply embedded in the desert sand. So the one man who might be willing to invest time and energy into her beyond fucking wouldn’t work either.
Fine. She could keep this physical. No problem.
“Hey,” Gumby said, narrowing his eyes. “You still with us?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Because if you change—”
Jazz whipped her shirt over her head, leaving her in a blood red push-up bra that actually made her look like she had tits.
“She’s with us.” Screw said, chuckling. He advanced on her and the predatory look in his eye had her stepping back. When her legs hit the bed, he said, “Where you gonna go now?”
“Maybe here?” she reached out and wrapped a hand around his erection, giving a firm squeeze followed by a stroke. He must not have expected the move because his entire body bucked and he cursed out loud.
Behind him, Gumby laughed then stepped forward as well. He kissed the side of Screw’s neck once, then again as Screw let his head fall to the side exposing his powerful throat. The man was a delicious mountain of muscles, all earned since he’d prospected with the club.
Jazz continued to stroke him, loving the way he shamelessly moaned and thrust into her hand, until Screw gave her a little shove and sent her tumbling to the bed.
He crawled up onto the bed over her body, to give her a shiver-inducing kiss. As she and Screw tangled tongues, Gumby peeled her yoga pants down. “Jesus,” he said once the red thong which perfectly matched her bra came into view.
“Fuck!” Screw suddenly yelled, ripping his mouth from her.
Jazz peaked over his shoulder to see Gumby stroking a finger up and down the crease between Screw’s ass cheeks.
“You want up in there?” he asked, breathless.
“Yes,” Gumby answered. “Sometime soon. But tonight, my dick’s in the mood for pussy.”
Something passed between the two men. A look of understanding she didn’t quite grasp. As though they had some inside experience, she hadn’t been privy to. Had her brain been functioning at full capacity she’d have made a mental note to ask later.
“Come here and look at her,” Gumby ordered in a no-nonsense voice.
