Page 11 of Hot Neighbor Summer

"We should do it sometime."

"We'd love that," I reply, looking at Duke whose massive smile matches my own. So much for his usual restraint. I can tell he's just as happy as I am that Bailey wants to spend more time with us.

"Enough about me." Bailey takes the last bite of his sandwich and wipes his hands on his shorts. "I want to know more about you guys. What's your story?"

Duke takes him back right to the very beginning, starting with how we met playing for the Thunderhawks. Turns out Bailey knew we were former hockey players since his ex stalked us online. My jaw clenches instantly when he mentions that asshole.

Moving on, I pick up the story, telling him about some good financial advice Duke and I received during our playing days. "We basically squirreled away everything we could from our salaries, as well as any money we made from endorsements and licensing deals, into real estate."

"And as you know," Duke says, taking a sip of tea. "Real estate has gone through the roof."

"Tell me about it," Bailey says. "If I hadn't inherited Mimi's house, I don't know how I'd have gotten into the housing market. The prices just keep going up and up. Even the property taxes on this place are killer."

"It really sucks," I say. "And we hate that while we've benefited, so many people struggle."

"So we came up with an idea a couple of years ago," Duke takes over. "We want to create some low-cost housing options."

"That's how we stumbled upon Cumcircle."

"We found a reasonably priced massive block of land about fifteen minutes out of town. While checking it out, we stopped for lunch one day, went for a walk by the lake, and fell in love with the place."

"Not only is it beautiful here," I say, "but we were also attracted to the fact that people seem to mind their own damn business. We want to settle down somewhere where people let us live in peace."

We may not be playing anymore, and we were never in the same league as big players like, say, Sidney Crosby or Patrick Kane, but we do get recognized quite often. We'll always take the time to chat and take selfies with fans, but we wanted to find a place where we could blend in and just be regular citizens living their private, somewhat unconventional lives.

"The land sale went through," Duke continues.

"And then we saw the listing for the house next to yours."

"We came to look at it and bought it on the spot."

"Everything slotted into place perfectly," I say, reaching over to take Bailey's hand in mine. "And then we got the best bonus of all."

Bailey's hazel eyes stare at me with wonder. "Wh-what's that?"

I smile as I lean in. "We met you."

7

Bailey

We make it back to my house and into my bedroom in what has to be a world-record-setting time.

I'm sure someone folded up the blanket, and I have a vague recollection of helping Duke pack the food and his delicious iced tea back into the picnic basket, but we scurried back from that hike so fast I wouldn't be surprised if I chafe between my legs tomorrow morning.

Although, hopefully, that's not the only sensation I'll have down there tomorrow.

The three of us are kneeling on my bed, clothes have come off, and I'm taking turns passionately kissing each of my men.

Yes,my men.

Too soon?

If you asked an outside observer, I'm sure they'd likely say yes. But no one knows what's in my heart except for me. And even though I've been led down the wrong path when it comes to love before, this time I know it's different because itfeelsdifferent.

I pull back from Stellan and find Duke's mouth again, loving the change from Stellan's intense, frenetic kisses to Duke's longer, deeper, more sensual style. Stellan nibbles along my collarbone as I kiss Duke.

I'm gripping two of the biggest cocks I have ever seen in my hands, salivating at the thought of letting these two sexy, powerful men have their way with me. Stellan is smooth just like I am, with one prominent vein running along the side of his massive cock, while Duke has a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair. His dick is just as long as Stellan's but so girthy I can barely curl my fingers all the way around it.

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