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  A harsh chuckle left Screw’s mouth. “I’d sure as fuck let you.”

  Her eyes nearly fell out of her head. Somehow in all the times she imagined Screw with a man, she’d never thought he’d give up control enough to be on the receiving end. And yes, she’d imagined it. Quite a bit. An embarrassing amount, really. And now, as the thought crossed her mind once again, it was Gumby’s face she saw, contorted with pleasure as he pushed his cock into a writhing Screw.

  Gumby.

  Jesus. She should leave. Walk away from both of these men. This road led nowhere but confusion, jealousy, and heartache. Yet she couldn’t even blink for fear of missing what came next.

  “Okay, fine, you don’t want my cock,” Screw said without backing off even one inch. In fact, he leaned in even closer, lips near Gumby’s ear. “Bet you want my mouth.”

  “Fuck,” Gumby muttered sounding absolutely tormented.

  “Say it,” Screw ordered.

  Eyes squeezed tightly closed, Gumby shook his head. Against the wall, his fists curled into tight balls. If she wasn’t mistaken, he ground his knuckles into the rough concrete surface of the wall as though working his damnedest to keep his hands off Screw. He’d be scraped and bloodied if he wasn’t careful.

  “Say it, and I’ll suck you so good.” Screw jammed his hips forward and Jazz swore she felt it deep inside her pussy, the hard-pulsing drive of his shaft. “Gumby, say it and I’ll make you come so hard the roof’ll blow off this fucking clubhouse.”

  Say it. Say it.

  Shit, not only was she a voyeur, she was apparently an all-around perv. Her sex clenched and time seemed to stop as she waited for Gumby’s response.

  “No.” Gumby said.

  She bit her tongue to keep from screaming, “Nooo,” into the air. Shit, when had she become such a creeper?

  “No, you don’t want me to suck you or no you won’t ask for it?” When Gumby didn’t reply, Screw laughed, but the sound held a bitter note to it. He began to lower Gumby’s zipper keeping his gaze on the taller man. “Won’t ask for it, but I bet you won’t fucking push me away, will you?”

  Again, no answer.

  As Screw worked the bulging zipper down, Gumby’s hands remained fisted at his sides. His chest heaved and his mouth parted with the force of his breathing.

  Was this something he’d done before? Had he been with other men? Was he bisexual or had he just fallen under the erotic spell of all that was Screw?”

  Her thoughts had taken her so far away, she’d somehow missed the fact that Screw had dropped to his knees in front of Gumby. Gumby’s head still rested against the wall, tipped back as though staring at the heavens for mercy. His chest rose and fell too fast to be anything other than turned on. Then there was his lower half.

  Jutting straight out from his body, long, and damn near purple, Gumby’s cock bobbed only inches from Screw’s mouth.

  Jazz’s mouth watered at the thought of taking that flesh into her mouth and making Gumby cry out in pleasure. Was it the same for Screw? Was he just as eager to taste the man before him?

  “You gonna imagine I’m her?” Screw asked, and for the first time, Gumby opened his eyes and stared down at him.

  Holy shit. Were they talking about her? She held her breath. The answer to Screw’s question suddenly became the most important thing in Jazz’s world.

  “Maybe.” Gumby finally spoke, his voice a gravelly rasp. “Maybe I’ll scream her name when I come.”

  Screw growled as though that turned him on.

  Between her legs, her panties grew damp. Oh, who was she kidding, they’d left damp behind five minutes ago. She was soaked, aching, and dying for release. What the hell was wrong with her? Screw was about to blow Gumby, who’d threatened to scream her name when he came.

  She should be sickened, not because it was two men but because of the convoluted way they’d involved her in their twisted game of lust and hate. But instead, she was one puff of air away from coming.

  “Since you don’t like dick, you might wanna close your eyes again. I’m about to suck this monster, and I’ve got one helluva cock myself.”

  “Jesus.” Gumby’s head fell back once again, and he slammed his eyes shut.

  Screw circled his thumb and forefinger around the base of Gumby’s cock drawing a grunt from the taller man.

  Just when Jazz thought he would open his mouth and take Gumby inside, Screw lifted Gumby’s cock and dipped his head, nuzzling his nose against Gumby’s balls.

  “Fuck,” Gumby said on a breath. His fists opened; palms flat against the concrete. The knuckles were streaked with blood from the way he’d abraded them against the wall.

  Next, Screw’s tongue snuck out, licking over Gumby’s sack a few times.

  Jazz pressed her legs together as the ache intensified to nearly unbearable. Her heart was beating so hard, she feared it’d out her as the voyeur she’d become.

  “You’re so fucking hard,” Screw mumbled as though to himself. He shifted, spreading his legs somewhat as he ran his tongue up the side of Gumby’s shaft. Against the wall, Gumby shuddered right before a harsh shout ripped from his lips. “Jesus, fuck!”

  Screw appeared to have taken Gumby all the way to the back of his throat. His nose disappeared into the well-trimmed hair surrounding Gumby’s cock while his fingers dimpled into Gumby’s hips. Would they leave marks? Would Gumby carry small bruises from the force of Screw’s grip?

  And why was that so hot?

  Gumby’s hips punched forward once, then twice, but even Jazz could see how he held back, not wanting to ram down Screw’s throat.

  Sitting back on his heels, Screw pumped Gumby’s wet cock twice before giving it a firm squeeze. “Hey,” he said, causing Gumby’s eyes to open once again. “I ain’t a fucking princess.”

  The two men stared at each other and Jazz swore she could see the electricity crackling between them.

  “Fuck my goddamned face,” Screw growled.

  Something shifted in Gumby then. As though his control had finally snapped, his hands left the wall and he grabbed fistfuls of Screw’s light hair as he jammed his hips forward. His long cock entered Screw’s waiting mouth with a ruthless thrust.

  Jazz gasped and squeezed her thighs together. Her eyes burned from how long she’d kept them wide, but she refused to blink and miss a second of the most erotic show she’d ever seen.

  Instead of gagging at the powerful intrusion, Screw groaned around Gumby’s length as though he loved every inch being forced down his throat.

  Gumby showed him no mercy, hammering Screw’s mouth again and again. Screw took it all, grunting and groaning the entire time. His hands held Gumby’s hips, encouraging the brutal fucking. Though Gumby’s eyes remained closed, Screw kept his gaze cast upward on the man he was pleasuring.

  Never in her life had Jazz seen anything so beautiful, so captivating. Or so she thought until a moment later when Gumby let out a surprised shout and buried his cock down Screw’s throat. His body jolted with the force of his climax as he emptied himself into the other man.

  God how she’d wished both men were naked. Gumby would be gorgeous with his lean muscles corded and straining while the heavier, thicker Screw would be the picture of power, even on his knees.

  When Gumby’s body stilled, Screw stood. They now maintained an intense eye contact. The air grew so thick with tension, Jazz felt it in the hallway.

  What now? Would Gumby freak? Had he done this before?

  Jazz bit her lower lip.

  “Um, I can return the favor,” he said as he reached for Screw’s zipper. Though the words came from Gumby’s lips, he sounded hesitant.

  With a harsh chuckle, Screw stepped out of Gumby’s reach. “No thanks.”

  “What?” Gumby frowned.

  “What are you offering?” Screw folded his muscular arms across his chest.

  Still frowning, Gumby said, “What do you mean.”

  “Tell me what you’re gonna do to me?”

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  “What? Suck my cock? Jerk me off? What?”

  “I…uh…”

  Screw snorted. “I just swallowed your cum and you can’t even fucking say it.” With a shake of his head, he took another step back, then another.

  He spun toward the door, kicking Jazz into gear. With a sharp inhale at the look of fury on Screw’s face, she darted farther down the hallway, pressing herself into a dark corner. Screw yanked the door open so hard, it slammed against the wall.

  Jazz held her breath, but he didn’t emerge into the hallway right away. Instead, he must have turned back to Gumby. The silence weighed a thousand pounds. She didn’t dare exhale and within seconds, dizziness swamped her. But it didn’t last for long because the moment Screw spoke, she sagged against the wall, a deflated balloon.

  Nothing had changed between the two men who seemed to hate each other despite their attraction.

  “I’ll take care of myself,” Screw said in the most caustic tone she’d heard from the man. “Not in the mood for pussy tonight.”

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  WHAT THE FUCK had he just allowed?

  Gumby leaned heavily against the wall, alone in a room where Screw had just sucked him off like his life depended on it. He’d had his share of blow jobs from both men and women, but fuck if he’d ever had one like that. Seemed as though Screw couldn’t get enough of Gumby’s cock. The man appeared to derive as much pleasure from sucking Gumby as he got from the hot suction of Screw’s sinful mouth.

  Maybe he’d been right about that angry fucking.

  Any time in the past he’d gotten a blow job from a guy, it’d been in a dark corner of a seedy club or out in a back alley behind the place. Also dark. And always far from his hometown, where no one would recognize him. No one would stumble upon him and discover his secret. And no one would get hurt. Traumatic memories tried to worm their way into his sluggish thoughts, but he forced them away.

  He’d fucked a few guys over the years too, but once again, no eye contact. Hell, he just bent them over the nearest surface and went to town. If he couldn’t see their face, he didn’t have to acknowledge the fact he was fucking a guy.

  Which was utterly stupid. Men felt different. The strong contours of their back. The lack of curve in their hips. Strong, hairy thighs against his. All the traits that attracted him to men were the things he pretended to ignore.

  Yeah, he was a damn head case.

  The need he had for men never went away. No matter how much he denied it. Ignoring it never worked either. So he managed it with the occasional encounter, but soon after, the urge to feel a man beneath his fingertips would rear its head once again, causing him to drive hours out of town to find a nameless, faceless man to slake the lust.

  Lust he couldn’t even admit out loud. Lust he always wrote off as some physical anomaly born of stress or some other bullshit excuse.

  Didn’t take a trained psychologist to figure out he couldn’t admit he was bisexual because of his upbringing. Because his piece of shit father pounded his own disgust into Gumby both verbally and physically.

  You want a cock, you reach down and yank your own like a normal fucking man.

  If I see you look at that faggot one more time, I’m gonna make you wear a fucking fairy costume to school.

  I find out you’re on your knees for some pansy and I’ll shoot your fucking knee caps off myself.

  That last one had been accompanied by a brutal beating responsible for two missed days of school. Over and over, Gumby’s father drilled into him his hatred for homosexuals until Gumby shoved that part of his life so deep, he’d sworn it’d never see the light of day.

  Little did he know at that time, his body had a way of making its needs known. Now, in his mid-thirties, five years after his father’s passing, he still couldn’t find his way out of the closet. Some lessons lingered.

  Screw was right. He really was a fucking pussy. His left hand cramped up, making him realize his fists were clenched at his sides.

  With a sigh, he shook out his hand, then tucked his spent cock back in his pants and pushed off the wall. As he stepped out of the room and turned toward the stairs, he froze.

  Jazz stood in the hallway, halfway between the staircase and where he now stood. He swallowed as nerves tickled his throat. Had she run into Screw on her way up? Though he barely knew Screw, the guy sure seemed like the type to brag about his conquests. And after Jazz told him to back the fuck off? Yeah, he’d probably rubbed her face right in it.

  “Hey…” he said, taking a slow step forward.

  She gifted him a small smile but didn’t advance toward him. Though she didn’t run screaming either, so maybe she hadn’t witnessed the man who’d been trying to get in her pants sucking him off only moments ago.

  Jesus what a clusterfuck. A twisted triangle of desire, denial, and now…secrets.

  “Hey.”

  “So, tonight…” She shifted then rubbed her upper arms over the glittery long-sleeved sweater she wore.

  “Sucked ass?”

  Jazz laughed and some of the heaviness in his gut dissipated. “Think I’ve had enough for the night. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to hang out longer…”

  The quiver of uncertainty in her voice had his chest tightening. Regret, remorse, frustration…desire. Such a pool of powerful emotions, and none of which he felt comfortable voicing to Jazz.

  To anyone.

  “Nah, I’m more than ready to take off.”

  “Ok, great,” she said on a rush of exhaled air. She stood and waited for him to reach her in the hallway. The tight set of her shoulders and missing smile were all he needed to see to understand how much the night had affected her. From what he knew of this new version of Jazz, she loved the men and women of this club and they loved her. For her to be lying to them had to be killing her.

  And she had lied. She wanted Screw just as much as he wanted her.

  Even if she refused to reach out and grab him. He should have been excited about that prospect, except she’d turned him down as well. A little prickling at the back of his neck had him wondering if she was steering clear of all men.

  And if so…why?

  As she started to turn for the stairs, Gumby snagged here by the back of her neck and drew her gently to him. Without protest, she wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her cheek against his chest where his heart still beat out of control. The feel of her, soft and warm against him, smelling like a juicy fucking orange, had his well-used dick twitching back to life.

  Jesus, he was a sick fuck.

  But then she sighed, a soft sound of contentment, and sex no longer dominated his mind. Now he wanted nothing more than to chase her demons from her life.

  “I needed this,” she mumbled against his chest, sounding sleepy.

  “Makes two of us.” After indulging in a few more moments of having Jazz in his arms, Gumby said, “Come on. Let’s get moving before you pass out right here.”

  A soft chuckle was her only answer, but she let him wrap his arm around her shoulder and walk her down the stairs side by side.

  With each step, the music grew louder. For the long moments while he’d been upstairs, driving his cock down Screw’s throat, the rest of the world had ceased to exist. Somehow, he’d completely forgotten a party waged on right below him. In true MC style, men and women drank and danced in various stages of undress, some well on their way to needing a room in the next few moments.

  Of course, standing in the thick of it all, directly in their line of sight as they descended the steps was Screw. His head was tipped back as he drained a beer. The muscles of his throat worked rhythmically causing his Adam’s apple to rise and fall, and Gumby could think of nothing other than running his tongue over that very spot.

  Beside him, Jazz tensed.

  Was she having similar thoughts? Or did her mind stray to the disagreement they’d had earlier?

  With just three steps left until they rea
ched the first level, Screw glanced up, making direct eye contact with Gumby. When his gaze caught Jazz as well—or more accurately, Gumby’s arm around Jazz—his eyes narrowed with undisguised hatred. The glare didn’t last long though as a bimbo in a scrap of fabric and five-inch heels flounced into Screw’s peripheral vision. Almost instantly, his frown flipped into a deadly smirk. He snaked his arm out, tagging the Honey around the waist. She let out a window-cracking screech then giggled like a little girl as her body crashed into Screw’s. He leaned in, whispering something in her ear that had her rubbing her fake tits and no doubt well-used body all over him.

  Jazz’s steps faltered and had Gumby not had an arm around her, she’d have tumbled the last few steps.

  “Thanks,” she said with a phony sounding chuckle. “Musta drank more than I realized.”

  Or you just saw a man you want setting up his next conquest. “No worries.” I know how you feel. Not only was he looking at a man he wanted planning his next fuck, it was on the heels of a spectacular blowjob. The lead pipe tenting Screw’s jeans was courtesy of Gumby, and he’d be giving it to some two-brain-celled bitch in no time.

  Not that Gumby cared.

  Fuck.

  He was here for Jazz. To work his way back into her life and eventually her bed. Not for Screw, or any man for fuck’s sake.

  The mountain air must be fucking with his head. Now, he couldn’t even blame it on the prolonged period of celibacy, since it had ended fifteen minutes ago.

  With a resigned sigh, Jazz said. “Get me the fuck out of here, Gumby.”

  He released her shoulders, grabbed her hand, and propelled them toward the exit. There they went, walking hand in hand away from a man they both wanted.

  A man who’d be balls deep in some club whore before they reached the car. One peek over his shoulder had his eyes locking with Screw’s. The other man’s mouth was drawn in a grim line of displeasure, at least until the tits-on-a-stick licked a long stripe up the side of his neck. Then his expression morphed into a smart-assed smirk.

  Gumby’s stomach soured and he turned away. He didn’t give a shit whose mouth licked or sucked on Screw and that’s the way it would stay.