Page 17 of Hot Pucking Summer

It's also the best, most magical moment of my life.

I've finally found who I'm meant to be with.

EPILOGUE

Two years, three months later…

Cloyce

"Can you tell we've been fucking all day?" I ask, stepping into the living room, freshly showered after our fourth—or wait, was it our fifth?—fuck of the day.

Yep, still going strong more than two years after the long weekend that changed my life forever.

"You look great, baby," Draper says, smiling as he and Jax get up from the couch and approach me.

"And unless you plan on stripping off, bending over, and showing Stellan, Duke, and Bailey your puckered-out hole, I think you'll be fine," Jax adds in what is his version of being supportive.

I stop fixing my hair to slap him across his ridiculously broad chest. "Hilarious. I want tonight to go well. It's the anniversary."

"Ah, yes, the anniversary," he says with a grin. "You excited?"

"Of course I am," I reply, putting on my shoes. "I haven't had a best friend since high school. And Bailey is the best."

The guys aren't referring toouranniversary, since we celebrated two years of being together three months ago, but our friendship anniversary with three guys we met out at an LGBT night at a local bar exactly one year ago tonight.

The last two-and-a-bit years have been filled with ups and downs, and meetingBailey, Stellan, and Duke was definitely an up. Draper and Jax immediately bonded with Stellan and Duke, since they're retired pro hockey players, and I struck up a friendship with Bailey that's become one of the most precious things in my life.

Being in a throuple comes with certain complications, and he's been there by my side, supporting me as a friend, through all of it these past twelve months.

We jump into Jax's SUV, and during the short drive, my mind wanders back to the beginning of our relationship, after that magical Fourth of July weekend. We spent all our spare time together that summer, hanging out and letting the dynamic between us settle into its own natural groove.

It was paradise. A paradise that shattered the day photos of the three of us on the beach got splashed all over the internet. PR and legal teams got involved, and the negative splashback began. Jax lost a sponsorship, and even though the Thunderhawks as a team rallied around the guys, it was all the press wanted to talk to them about during the season. This led to frustrations within the team, and a player even quit.

I didn't escape the internet's wrath, either. I got called everything from a gold digger to a slut. Oh, and don't even get me started on the fat shaming. I've now learned not to eat or even drink anything in public because of course the media will only post the most unflattering images of it. I managed to keep my job, but I was told to keep my personal life private, like I had any control over what the media wrote about me and us. Friends deserted all three of us, and there are still a few members of Jax's extended family who refuse to speak to him for the 'shame' he's brought upon the Anderson name. So, yeah, that first year was brutal.

And then we met the guys last year, and even though these past twelve months were still hard, having someone in our corner, someone who knew exactly what we were going through, has helped immensely. The Thunderhawks winning the Stanley Cup also helped a lot, and I'm so happy for Draper and Jax. Throughout this whole shitstorm, they've been the best boyfriends to me and to each other, and also totally dedicated tothe sport and team they love. They worked their asses off, and they deserve to be champions.

We arrive at the bar, and I jump out of the SUV. Draper grabs me by one hand, Jax by the other, and as we make our way inside, my heart feels so full. It's true what they say, what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger, and the three of us are stronger than ever.

Despite our unusual start, we've worked hard, we've communicated—well, I've forced them to communicate—and we've always been honest about how we feel and what we need. It could have easily gone off the rails or not been anything more than an occasional fuck thing, but it's not. It's real, and it's forever. I know it is.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Draper asks, ever the observant one.

I shrug and reply, "Just thinking about how much I love you both."

"We are pretty lovable guys," Jax agrees with his usual modesty.

I laugh. "You are. I don't know how I got so lucky?—"

"We're the ones who got lucky," Jax states. "Right, Draper?"

"For sure. We got us the hottest, smartest, funnest guy on the planet."

I beam and take the compliment. Yep, my days of second-guessing and doubting myself are over. I love my body, and I love who I am. What can I say? Having not one but two guys who feel the same way about me unlocked the confidence that had been missing my whole life.

"Don't forget my incredible hole," I say, beating Jax to it.

"How could we?" he mutters, leaning down to nibble on my ear. "I can still taste it on my tongue."

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