Page 15 of Hot Neighbor Summer

"You have, baby," Stellan says, shifting to his side, wrapping an arm around Duke and pressing both their bodies into mine. I feel so safe, so cocooned, so…loved. "The three of us are meant to be together. I feel it."

I curl into Duke's warm body, nuzzling my face into his furry chest, which reverberates when he says, "I feel it, too."

My eyelids grow heavy, and I have the words right there on the tip of my tongue. But before I can get them out, sleep takes me away.

But they know. My men know.

I feel it, too.

8

Duke

"He's here!" Stellan cries from the front window.

You'd think he was a kid who'd spotted Santa coming down the chimney, but no, he's just excited that it's Friday and Bailey is back for the weekend.

"Try to have some chi?—"

He's out the door before I can finish.

But how can I be mad? Stellan's just being Stellan in the same way that Bailey was just being Bailey when we made love for the first time. That was three weeks ago, and we've made love every weekend since. But that first time will always be extra special because we had the privilege of seeing Bailey being truly free for the first time in his life.

"Here he is," Stellan declares, his smile stretching ear to ear as Bailey leaps across the living room and into my arms.

I pull him in for an open-mouth kiss, loving how his cologne mixes with the scent of Stellan, who was kissing him only seconds ago as they put on their weekly make-out show for our neighbors.

"How was the drive?" I ask.

"Not too bad. But work. Ugh." His shoulders sag. "Ever since my boss changed our weekly team meeting to Friday, it's become my least favorite day of the week."

"The man should be killed for ruining Friday," Stellan says, frowning.

Thankfully, he and I have been discussing an idea that will hopefully be a win-win-win and will make our baby not hate work anymore.

But first, we have more important matters to attend to.

As if reading my mind, Stellan strides over to join us, and Bailey drops his hands to the bulges already pushing against our shorts. "I hope you've been saving your loads for me," our sexy cumslut murmurs.

"Haven't blown all week, as requested, sir." Stellan grins, giving a mock salute.

Bailey's hazel eyes travel over to me.

"Same here. I like saving it all up for you."

He slides his hand up my chest, lifts onto his toes, and whispers into my ear loud enough that Stellan can hear, "Is it because I look so good covered in it?"

"It sure is, baby. Now let's get you upstairs so we can give you what you want."

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Two hours later, and half a dozen loads lighter, we're sitting on the back porch, munching down on the pizza Stellan ordered. I don't know if it's because I just came twice—once all over Bailey's sexy face, once deep inside him with Stellan—but all I hear is gibberish, even though it's Bailey's third attempt to get me to understand this crazy game.

"Wait, so I’m collecting cards to make melds, and I can lay them down once I have a minimum score?" Stellan asks, and I know my brain is seriously zonked when even he is picking this up better than I am.

"Correct," Bailey answers. "You can use wild cards, but don't use them too much or you'll lose points."

Stellan nods. "Makes sense."

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