Page 12 of Hot Pucking Summer

He's crammed all of Jax's cock into that hungry little throat of his.

"What do you guys feel like doing tonight?" Jax asks after dinner.

After our epic double blowjob, the three of us all fell asleep, curled up together on the giant-ass sofa with Cloyce in the middle. By the time we woke up, we were all starving, so Jax made us an early dinner, by which I mean he heated up some more of his ma's lasagna. Mrs. Anderson wasn't messing around—she made enough to feed us for a week.

Cloyce's ankle is much better, and he's almost back to walking normally again, which is a huge relief. Things between the three of us are cool, but there is a hint of something different in the air.

Cloyce gets up and starts clearing the table, but I jump to my feet. "I'll get it, baby. You take it easy."

He sighs. "I'm fine. You can stop fussing. Both of you." He wags a finger between Jax and me.

"Uh-huh," I say and help him gather dishes and tidy up anyways.

"To answer your question." Cloyce turns to Jax once the dishwasher is running. "I have an idea about what we can do tonight."

"Is it sex?" Jax deadpans, and I laugh because that's such a Jax thing to say.

"No," Cloyce replies firmly, then he adds, "At least, not right now."

We follow him out to the back patio and make ourselves comfortable on the lounge. "So," Cloyce begins. He chose his seat last and is sitting opposite Jax and me. "We need to talk."

"About today?" I ask.

"Yes. And, well…about what it means. For the future. If it means anything at all."

"Okay." Jax leans in closer, resting his forearms on his knees. "You want to kick things off, Cloyce?"

"Sure." He nods a few times, like he's willing the words to come to him. "It's been a whirlwind twenty-four hours, so I'm not really sure I feel one hundred percent…steady."

"That makes sense," I say.

He reaches over and takes my hand in his. "I really like what we have, Draper. These past eight months have been the best eight months of my life."

I squeeze his hand. "Same here, baby."

We stare into each other's eyes for a few long seconds.

"I never expected this to happen." He shifts his gaze over to Jax whose eyes are narrow and focused, the way they get during video review sessions. "And despite the horrifying way things started and my fall, I've enjoyed the time we've spent together."

Jax offers a faint, almost hesitant smile. "I have, too."

"Being with the two of you sexually has definitely unlocked a part of me I never knew existed."

"It's like you were born for it," Jax says.

"Made for us," I say.

Cloyce's eyes dart between us. "In that case, you two need to talk about what you both want. Is this just a sex thing, a fantasy you're ticking off your bucket lists, or do you want this to lead to something…more?"

I turn to Jax. "Well?"

He runs a hand through his mane. "Look, when I told you what I wanted years ago, I guess it was only a sex thing. But then…" He drops his gaze.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I kinda feel like a dick for saying this."

"Just say it. It's fine. I promise."

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