Page 5 of Hot Neighbor Summer

"All the more reason not to say anything," Duke assures him.

Bailey takes a sip of iced tea and hums. "This is really good, by the way."

"Thank you," Duke responds with a tight smile, still on edge that I've steered the conversation down this path.

I know he's only looking out for Bailey, and I don't want to make him uncomfortable, either. If he tells me to shut up and mind my own damn business, I'll apologize and do just that. But if Baileywantsto tell us, I'm not about to stop him. It's his call.

"One night, when we first started dating, we got drunk," Bailey begins. "Conor asked me what my ultimate sexual fantasy was." He takes a breath and stares out at the pool, his fingers absently stroking the rim of his glass. "I told him it was to have a threesome."

I almost choke on my tea. Duke lifts a finger and widens his eyes at me to stay quiet. I comply this time.

"He used that against me when I caught him cheating this most recent time."

"I don't get it," Duke says. "How is you sharing a fantasy permission for him to cheat on you?"

"Exactly. Thank you." Bailey reaches over and squeezes Duke's forearm. "I was starting to think I was going crazy."

"You're not," I say, wanting to reach over and touch Bailey even as he releases Duke's arm. The need to feel him is so overwhelming that I curl one hand around my glass and sit on the other one to stop myself doing something that Duke will make me regret later.

"Anyway, I should get going." Bailey drains the rest of his iced tea and my mind does not imagine what he'd look like on his knees, swallowing our cocks with the same intensity.

"Back to work tomorrow, then?" Duke asks as we walk Bailey through the house to the front door.

"Afraid so, yeah."

"You don't like your job?" I ask, picking up on the flatness in his voice.

"It's fine, I guess. Just very corporate. I'd love to do something that makes a difference, you know?"

I glance over at Duke. "Yeah. We know," I say, since we have another reason why we moved here. One that allows us to give back and pass on some of the good fortune we've been blessed with.

"Life, hey?" Duke says with a smile, nudging Bailey.

"Exactly."

We reach the door, and as I open it, the three of us find ourselves in close quarters in the entryway, quiet for the first time since Bailey came over. A big part of me is tempted to draw Bailey into me and see how he responds. As if reading my thoughts, Duke fixes me with a silent warning.

Okay. Even I can admit that may be pushing it. Too much, too fast. I don't want to ruin things before they even have a chance to properly begin.

But now that we've broken the ice and we know Bailey is single—andthat his ultimate sexual fantasy is a threesome—I'm determined to at least move things forward a little.

I lock my eyes on Bailey and ask, "Don't suppose you'd like to join us out on the lake when you come back next weekend?"

4

Bailey

I've never known just how seamlessly fantasy can blend with reality.

Until today.

I'm floating on a circular inflatable raft out on the lake. The sun is beating down on me, warming up my skin nicely. And every so often, my feet brush against the feet of one of the two giants I'm sharing the raft with.

I couldn't have come up with a better start to living out my threesome fantasy if I tried.

But this isn'tthat.

This is my two super hunky neighbors most likely taking pity on the foolish guy next door who was dumb enough to get his heart trampled on by a jerk not even worthy of it in the first place.

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