Page 6 of Hot Neighbor Summer

They're a couple. They probably already have fantastic sex. Why would they need anyone else?

"So, how long have you guys been together?" I ask, figuring the more I know about them, the more it'll help me tamp down my overactive imagination that has been driving me wild all week with fantasies of them exploring my body and fucking me in every position possible…as well as a few that were impossible but we somehow managed to make work.

They exchange another look. "Strictly speaking, we're not together-together," Duke answers slowly.

My eyes travel from Duke with his dark hair and dark eyes to Stellan with his dark-blond locks and eyes so green they almost look fake. They're each different, but both strikingly handsome in their own ways. Don't think I'd ever be able to choose one over the other if it ever came down to that.

"You're not?"

"No. We're best friends and soulmates, but, well…"

"We're a little unconventional," Stellan finishes for him.

Heat crawls up my body, and I tuck my feet under me. "Unconventional? How?"

Duke is pinning Stellan with the intense stare he gave him last weekend when we were talking by their pool.

"We love each other deeply," Stellan continues, ignoring Duke's intense reaction. "But ultimately, we're looking for a third person to share our lives with."

I slide my hand behind my back discreetly and pinch my skin above my hip. Nope. I am not dreaming. This is real, and the two sex gods I'm soaking up the sun with really did just say they're actively looking for a third person to make their relationship complete.

Mind. Officially. Blown.

"I see," I eke out.

"If you could please keep that to yourself," Duke says, frowning at Stellan before turning to me, his expression softening. "One of the reasons we chose to live here is because it's a small community known for people minding their own business."

"That is true," I agree. "Cumcircle is known for that."

Stellan snickers. "I still can't believe this place is called Cumcircle."

"Be glad for it," I tell him. "Look at our neighboring towns. They're inundated with tourists. Everyone leaves us alone because of the very family-unfriendly name, and yay for us because we get all of this to ourselves."

They nod in unison, taking in our gorgeous setting. The lake glistens under the blazing sun, the warm summer air hums with cicadas, and off in the distance, the call of a loon reverberates over the water. This place really is a hidden gem.

While they enjoy that view, I enjoy the much better one of the two of them. They're both shirtless and both impressively stacked with muscles. Huge arms, huge quads, and yeah, I may have snuck in a peek to confirm—huge bulges straining the fabric of their swim shorts.

Duke has a nice smattering of hair across his chest and slightly more padding around his belly while Stellan is smooth and slightly more defined. I've been daydreaming about them all week at work and giving Blaze and Ram, a.k.a. my two dildos, a solid workout in the evenings.

Both of them turn me on so much. They did from the very first moment we met. But I was with Conor then so I immediately shut my attraction down. Unlike some people, I believe in monogamy. But that didn't stop Conor from looking them up online and discovering they're former NHL hockey players. They played for the same team, and apparently, there were plenty of rumors about them being together, which they never confirmed. Now I understand why.

"We haven't made you uncomfortable, have we?" Duke asks, his gaze lingering like he's been watching me for a while.

"Oh, no. Not at all." My heart starts racing, and it feels like it suddenly got fifty degrees warmer out here. "I think it's…cool."

Cool?

Ugh. I couldn't sound lamer if I tried.

There's a sparkle in Stellan's eye. "Awesome. Glad you'recoolwith it," he teases playfully.

He sits up and moves forward toward the center of the raft. I stretch my legs out, and he lowers his hand, skimming his fingertips along the top of my shin. Duke notices and flicks Stellan's arm as if to stop him.

But I don't want him to stop touching me, so I lean forward and grab Duke's wrist. His gaze snaps to mine. I stare into his dark-oak eyes, then slowly shift my focus to Stellan.

I think I'm starting to pick up on their dynamic. Stellan's the impulsive one, Duke's more controlled. At least, I assume he's more controlled.

Unless he's not into me?

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