Page 18 of Hot Neighbor Summer

We switch up the order every day with a different person starting things off, but I can't get enough of this little moment we create in our day where we share our deepest, truest feelings with each other.

I love these two men with every fiber of my being, and I know that we belong together. For now, and for always.

I take a quick shower and get changed, not into my usual crewneck sweatshirt and comfy joggers since it's Friday night and we're going out. Over dinner, we discuss remodeling plans. As much as I love this house, now that I live here full-time, and now that it's our house, it's time to update a few things and put our stamp on the place.

Stellan has ordered a custom-sized ultra king bed, which arrives next week. He'd also like a hot tub on the back patio, while Duke and I talk about more sensible, non-sex-related renovation ideas like updating the kitchen, refreshing the creaky flooring, and modernizing the bathrooms…with extra-large showers. Stellan's input, naturally.

After dinner, I watch as the guys get dressed for our first evening out as a throuple. Normally, watching them get ready would turn me on so much I'd have no choice but to fall to my knees and worship my two men.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I'm nervous.

"Hey," Duke says, coming over to sit beside me on the bed wearing only socks and briefs. "How are you feeling?"

Stellan shrugs on a black shirt and sits down on my other side.

I love how they've both picked up on my nerves without me having to say a word. "I'm a little anxious."

"That's perfectly normal," Stellan says, stroking my leg. "But I think an LGBT night at the local bar is the safest space for us to make our public debut."

"Are you guys worried at all?" I ask, knowing how much they value their privacy.

"I agree with Stellan. I've spoken to a few people in town, and I get the impression that it's a low-key night without any judgment. In fact…"

"What?" I ask.

He grins. "Let's just say, we might not be the only throuple there tonight."

"Really?" I perk right up. "That'd be great."

As safe and loving and amazing as it feels when it's just the three of us, part of me is scared about what will happen when we break out of our cocoon and have to deal with reality. Will people gawk at us? Whisper behind our backs? Judge us? Judgeme?

If there is another throuple there, it'd be great to connect with them. Maybe we could even become friends, and I'd have someone to talk to. Someone who truly gets it.

The guys finish getting ready, and then we jump into Duke's Range Rover for the short drive into town.

The great thing about Cumcircle is that it has everything you need, like a good public school, community hospital, and a main street with a great diner, general store, and a cozy library, without flocks of tourists year-round like the neighboring towns attract. It's also a place where people are open-minded and don't stick their noses into other people's business. I'm really hoping that's the case tonight. I'd like to meet some people who are nice and friendly and who don't judge our relationship because it might not be right for them.

We approach the bar, and before we step in, I take Stellan and Duke by the hand.

"Are you sure, baby?" Duke whispers, glancing down at our joined hands. "We don't have to make a grand entrance."

"It's not a grand entrance," I correct him. "It's a real entrance. I may be a little apprehensive about what sort of reaction we'll get, but I'm not prepared to hide who we are. I love you both, and I want the whole world to know it."

Stellan grips my hand. "We love you so much, too."

I force a smile and suck in a deep breath, bracing for whatever happens next. "Let's go inside. If it's cool, we can stay and hang out. If it's shit, we'll go back home, and you two can fuck me senseless for hours."

"Or we can just do option B right now," Stellan suggests, causing Duke to frown.

"No. We are going in, and everything will be fine," he states firmly.

As it turns out, Duke was one hundred percent right. We went in, and it was a totally low-key vibe. The place was busy but not packed, with a nice mix of people of all different flavors. Yes, we got some attention as we made our way to the bar, but to be fair, Stellan and Duke turn heads everywhere they go, whether it's hockey fans asking for a selfie or horny moms enjoying the eye candy. They've grown used to it, and I'mgrowingused to it. I'm completely secure in our relationship and trust them both completely. Just because I'm greedy and need two men to satisfy me doesn't mean I'm open to sharing them with anyone else, and they both know it.

"I like this music," Duke says, bobbing his head, which I'm guessing is about the extent of his dancing.

"That's because it's old and he can recognize it," Stellan teases, shimmying his hips in a way that suggests that's only the beginning of his dancing moves.

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