Viper (Hell's Handlers MC Book 9)

by Lilly Atlas

  Well, shit, if she hadn’t been turned on before, she sure as hell was now. “Yeah, Gumby, come play with us.” She fingered her nipples as she spoke, drawing a tortured groan from Screw. “The game’s just getting started.”

  As though he’d barely noticed them before they spoke, Gumby stopped and stared, blinking through his glasses. Need burned in his gaze and in the way his body went rigid, especially behind his filthy jeans, but instead of shucking the denim and throwing himself in the ring, he shook his head as he lifted his hands.

  “You two go for it. I need to take a shower. I’m filthy from work. Got grease everywhere.”

  Jazz’s heart skittered to a stop. He wanted them. It was clear in his swirling gaze and tight jaw. And of course the poorly hidden boner. So why the hell wasn’t he inviting them into the shower with them? Why was he turning her down for the third time in as many days? And why did it hurt more than she’d expected it would have?

  Screw snorted out a laugh, but the way his fingers tensed against her legs let her know he wasn’t buying the bogus excuse either. “Seriously, babe? Since when has a little motor oil stopped us? We’ll need lube eventually.” He bobbed his eyebrows.

  The next shake of Gumby’s head had Jazz’s stomach clenching and not in the way it had been when Screw had been sucking her tits. This was with dread.

  “Nah, you two have fun. I’m beat. Raincheck.” Then he gave them a fake smile and walked out the door.

  Screw faced her. “Raincheck? Did he just fucking say he’d take a sex raincheck? Since when does that fucker say no to playtime?”

  Jazz swallowed as her entire body grew cold, especially her heart. “He did,” she whispered. “Something isn’t right with him. This isn’t the first time he’s turned me down recently.”

  “Fuck.” Screw rose to his feet and extended a hand for her.

  When she grabbed it, he hauled her off the couch and against his bare chest.

  Heat immediately transferred from his body to hers, warming her and providing much needed comfort. “Let’s give him a few minutes to shower. Clear his head. Then we’ll go talk to him, okay?”

  Cheek pressed against the broad plains of his chest, she nodded. “Do you think—”

  “No.” His harsh answer made her smile despite the worry in her heart. “No, I do not think and I don’t wanna hear that shit from you. That man fucking loves you and since he’s crazy, he fucking loves me too.”

  “I know,” she whispered. “You know I love you, right Screw?”

  “Sure as fuck do, baby. Not as much as I love you though.”

  That was an argument they’d had many times over the past few months. One that always ended in sweaty romps. Screw was right, though. They all loved each other very much.

  But was it enough? Were they enough for Gumby?

  SCREW

  SCREW WASN’T SURE which desire he wanted to give into more. The urge to drop to his knees—once again—sucking Gumby off until the man screamed out his commitment to them or if he wanted to strangle the asshole for making Jazz stress over the status of the relationship.

  Jazz only, of course. Screw wasn’t worried.

  I’m not fucking worried.

  Of all of them, Gumby had the hardest time coming to terms with his feelings. Both in the physical and emotional sense. Not for Jazz, that was easy, but for Screw. Gumby’s father had been a wicked son of a bitch who spent years and years drilling his hatred into Gumby’s head using both his words and his fists. For a young teen struggling with same sex attraction as well as being attracted to women, his father’s homophobic bullshit had been the worst kind of toxicity. Gumby had spent the majority of his life closeted and feeling some sense of shame for his desires.

  In a complete one-eighty, Screw had grown up loud and proud of his bisexuality. He’d never experienced the mental anguish Gumby had when discovering who he was. Even now the smart as hell man sometimes lost himself to the complicated workings of his big brain. The one between his ears. Had they just been talking about the typical male brain between his legs, the problem would have been far easier to solve. As it was, Screw hoped to solve this problem for all three of them.

  “Come on, pretty girl,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of Jazz’s head. “Let’s go wait for him in our bedroom. You know how he is; too smart for his own good. Sometimes he thinks himself in circles.”

  The dogs were already in the room, snuggled up on the deluxe orthopedic dog bed Jazz had made him buy. The way his girl loved on those pups, the fierce guard dog’s he’d intended to raise were gonna be nothing more than slobbering love muffins—Jazz’s words. Though to be honest, he may give her a hard time about spoiling them, but those dogs loved Jazz something fierce and would protect her at all costs.

  Kinda like him and Gumby.

  Jazz didn’t bother putting her shirt back on. In fact, she shed her pants and crawled up onto their bed clad in only black bikini panties. Damn, she was beautiful and had come such a long way with her confidence and self-image. Severely injured and scarred by a very ill stepbrother a few years ago, she’d spent quite some time avoiding men, relationships, sex due to her negative body image. He and Gumby had worked their asses off to make sure Jazz knew they found every inch of her beautiful and perfect.

  Scars and all.

  It’d been amazing watching her blossom into a woman confident in her power over her men.

  With his cock only semi-erect now, Screw climbed onto the bed after Jazz. He gathered her in his arms once again, and unable to keep any distance between them, he took her lips in a sweet kiss.

  A sweet kiss that didn’t stay sweet for long. Gumby’s rejection must have fucked with Jazz’s head, leaving her in need and requiring a little reassurance of the sexual variety. She breached the seam of Screw’s lips with her tongue, stroking it boldly against his.

  Taking what she wanted.

  And that had Screw forgetting his good intentions to keep this somewhat chaste. As chaste as he could possibly manage with the world’s hottest woman in his arms. With a growly rumble erupting from his chest, he tightened his hold on Jazz and turned them so she lay firmly trapped beneath his weight. Then he plundered her mouth with hungry, possessive kisses.

  Hard and throbbing once again, he used his hips to pry her thighs apart, settling in that sweet, damp V he could die happy in. As he ground his cock against the wet cotton of her simple panties, Jazz moaned and canted her hips up to meet him. He deepened the kiss, drinking in her whimpers and trying his damnedest to remember they were there for a reason besides fucking until they both passed out.

  A subconscious shift in the air had him ending the make-out session. Jazz stared up at him with a combination of desire and concern in her glossy eyes. Screw gave her as confident a smile as he could muster, rubbing his nose against hers before pressing one last quick kiss to her swollen lips.

  As he sat back against the headboard, Screw took a moment to study the man he loved. Gumby stood in the opening to their en suite bathroom a slightly wary look on his face. As though he were a kid caught sneaking snacks after brushing their teeth. Not sure how to play it, but knowing they were busted.

  The cagy expression did nothing to detract from his attractiveness. Standing with a towel knotted around his hips, a few drops of water running down the lean muscles of his chest, and wet hair dripping onto his shoulders he gave Screw’s tongue all sorts of naughty ideas. Jazz’s too if her intake of breath was anything to go by.

  “What’s up?” Gumby finally asked; the first to reach his limit of silence tolerance.

  “You tell us?” Screw spread his legs a little. The move had Gumby’s gaze diverting from his face to his dick. His eyes flared and he licked his lower lip in a move he didn’t even seem aware of.

  That’s right, baby, you know you want it.

  Jazz settled next to him, so he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close. Normally he’d yank her into his lap but he was enjoying Gumby’s focus on
his dick as well as Jazz’s tits. He wasn’t above playing dirty to ensure Gumby didn’t want to walk away from them.

  Not that he was worried.

  “Not sure what you mean.” Gumby ran a hand through his hair, flinging drops of water through the air.

  “You’ve turned me down three times this week,” Jazz said then bit her lower lip as though she hadn’t planned to be so blunt.

  Good for her. One of them needed the balls to face whatever was occurring head on and apparently, he and Gumby didn’t have ’em.

  Gumby’s nose wrinkled, making his glasses slide down a few centimeters. He pushed them back up before saying. “What do you mean?”

  “Twice for me,” Screw added and Jazz gasped. He hadn’t dropped that tidbit earlier when she’d mentioned the hat-trick of rejection.

  “You’ve turned down sex five times this week.”

  If Jazz hadn’t been so worried—Jazz, not him—and Gumby hadn’t had such a guilty expression on his face, Screw would have laughed at her scandalized tone. She sounded as though there was no greater sin in the world than turning down sex with one’s partners five times.

  Well, shit…she had a point.

  “Are you…Is it…Are you having second thoughts? About us?” The last two words were whispered so low Screw almost missed them and he was inches from Jazz.

  Gumby caught them though and his jaw dropped. “What?” he said, tone matching the incredulity of Jazz’s statement a moment ago. “Fuck, is that what you think?” He looked between the two of them. “Is that what this is? You think I want out? That I’m done with you two?”

  “No…I…we…well, maybe,” Jazz said, voice small. The vulnerability Screw caught made his chest ache.

  Gumby’s too apparently. Their lover rubbed a hand over the left side of his chest. “Christ, Jazzy, no. Never. I—” With a grunt and a shake of his head, he climbed on the bed and straight to Jazz. He crawled up her body and gripped her face between his huge hands.

  Then he kissed her with a fierce and powerful possession that had Screw’s cock leaking. The only thing that came a close second to fucking his lovers was watching them fuck.

  Or kiss.

  Or hell, he could get off watching them shake hands. Especially if they were naked as they both were now. At some point in his little trip up the mattress, Gumby lost the towel. While he continued to kiss Jazz as though it were the last they’d ever share, Screw gave in to his own temptation.

  He reached out and wrapped a hand around Gumby’s length, giving a firm, almost rough stroke.

  Gumby jolted and grunted into Jazz’s mouth. “Jesus, fuck,” he whispered, making her smile.

  Screw leaned forward, pressing his lips to Gumby’s ears. “Love your cock. Love it in my hand. Love it in my mouth.” He squeezed mimicking the tight hold of the place he really wanted his man.

  Gumby groaned.

  “Love it in my ass.”

  Instead of reacting as expected and mounting Screw for the ravaging, Gumby tensed.

  “Gumby?” Jazz whispered, the anxiety back once again.

  “I want that.”

  “Huh?” Jazz’s forehead scrunched and she shook her head. “What do you mean?”

  Screw held his breath. He couldn’t possibly mean…

  But Gumby looked him straight in the eye and uttered the words Screw had been dying to hear for months. The words he’d never pressure Gumby to say but the ones that meant everything to him. Because it meant Gumby had finally, one hundred percent accepted not only their relationship, but who he was. “I want you to fuck me.”

  Screw nearly came on the spot.

  Jazz sucked in a breath. “Gumby,” she whispered. “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”

  She’d stolen the words from Screw’s mouth. No matter how badly he wanted it, even if it was only one time, he’d never encourage Gumby if he wasn’t completely certain the other man wanted it. No man had ever fucked Gumby and being the first—and only—was an honor Screw would die before fucking up.

  “I’m sure. I want this. I need it.” He cupped Screw’s cheek. “I’m sorry I’ve freaked you two out this week. I’ve been lost in my head a bit, thinking about how far we’ve come. How much you both mean to me. You’ve given me so much more than you even realize. You’ve given me a home, a larger family, love, and a life I’d never give up. All I want is to be able to give you something in return. Something as important. Something no one else has ever had, nor ever will have.”

  Screw’s throat tightened so much he wasn’t sure his words would come out. “Gumby,” he managed to croak. Swallowing around the lump, he placed his hand over Gumby’s still resting on his cheek. The other threaded through Jazz’s hand, squeezing tight. Her support bolstered him. “Please don’t do this out of some sense of obligation. You owe me”—he glanced at Jazz who nodded—“us nothing. Christ, G, we both fucking love you. You’ve given up so much to be with us. Changed your whole entire life. You don’t owe us a goddammed thing.”

  “Please, Screw. I want to give this to you. I want to experience this with you. I know you’ll make it good for me.” His smile and trust nearly melted Screw’s heart at the same time his words shot an unfamiliar bolt of fear through him.

  Screw had been with hordes of men and women in his single days. Never once had he been nervous or uncertain of his sexual prowess. Never once had he doubted his ability to be a skilled and fucking excellent lover. Until now. Until the one time it meant everything in the goddammed world.

  “Trust me, Gumby,” Jazz said with a chuckle. “He’ll make it more than good for you. No promise you won’t pass out from how good it will be.”

  Screw stared into her eyes before he kissed her softly on the lips. The woman knew just what to say and when to say it. How he’d ever lived without these two in his life was a mystery he never planned to solve.

  “She’s right,” Screw said, some of the old confidence returning. “I’m gonna make you lose your mind, baby.”

  “You do that every time you touch me,” Gumby said with a wink.

  “Get the fuck over here,” Screw said on a growl. “I haven’t had a taste of you in hours, and then it wasn’t nearly enough.” He struck out with his arm, snagging Gumby around the neck. In the next instant, their mouths fused together, and the worry Screw hadn’t been feeling finally fled.

  He kissed his man with a sweet softness often reserved for Jazz. Together, the two of them tended to be rougher, more volatile, and aggressive in their sex. But this, Gumby’s willingness to explore a side of himself he’d feared and denied for so long, this deserved gratitude and reverence from Screw in the way he best expressed himself. Poetic words may never be his strong suit, but he could show his man with his body exactly what this gift meant.

  Gumby sighed into his mouth. Not one to miss an opportunity, Screw slipped his tongue between his lover’s lips, playing with him using light, teasing flicks and strokes.

  Jazz’s soft hand coasted up and down his back eliciting a series of shivers. Most likely, she did the same to Gumby, yearning to be part of their connection as much as her men needed her to be. “You’re so beautiful together,” she said, admiration clear in her voice. “I love watching you. Both so strong and powerful.”

  Gumby’s lips curved against his own, making Screw smile as well. “Feel like she’s trying to butter us up.”

  With a chuckle, Screw raised an eyebrow. “I was planning on some good old-fashioned lube, but if butter is what you want…”

  As Jazz laughed, Gumby snorted. Though he acted exasperated with Screw’s nonsense, they both knew he really appreciated the levity in a time when he’d have ordinarily been lost in his head with nerves.

  “Where do you want me?” Gumby asked.

  Those five simple words conveyed so much trust and love, Screw suddenly faltered.

  Holy shit, he had to make this good for Gumby. Perfect for him. For all three of them.

  And if he failed…

  He swa
llowed as a cold rush of fear washed over him. That wasn’t an option.

  Jazz, the fucking angel she was, wiggled her way down the mattress until she was lying on her back with Gumby straddling her chest. “I’ll tell you where I want you,” she said with a sly grin before craning her neck and sucking the tip of Gumby’s dick in her mouth.

  The combo sound of surprise and pleasure Gumby barked out had Screw’s own cock jerking. He gave it a few firm tugs to keep from losing his mind.

  Jazz did it again, this time taking more of Gumby’s thick length into her mouth and encouraging him with a tug on his thighs to gently thrust forward.

  Lips stretched wide around Gumby’s cock in the most erotic way, she cast her gaze in Screw’s direction. She loved sucking her men off almost as much as Screw did, only he was lucky enough to enjoy a cock and feast on Jazz’s pussy. Watching the joy his lovers experienced as they lost themselves in each other chased away his uncertainty and brought desire back to the forefront.

  Throbbing with an ache that would subside one way, Screw shifted until he was behind Gumby. He’d not only make it good for his lover, he’d make it so the man craved his cock as much as Screw craved Gumby’s. Next time they’d be fighting over positions.

  Leaning in, he inhaled the clean fresh scent of Gumby straight from the shower. The perfect time to dirty him up a little. Screw traced a finger down the length of Gumby’s spine. Already, the lean muscles of his back bunched and flexed as he endured the sweet torture of Jazmine’s mouth.

  She must have sucked particularly hard because Gumby cursed and bucked his hips which made his ass nudge Screw’s cock. Already, a sticky line of precum trailed from the tip with some now glistening on Gumby’s ass cheek. He’d been dreaming of this for so long. Dreaming of burying himself in the hot, tight, depth of Gumby.

  And it was finally time.

  Time to close the loop and make Gumby theirs in every way possible.