Page 5 of Hot Pucking Summer

"Good idea. I'll go get Cloyce."

It takes me a good ten, maybe fifteen, minutes to coax Cloyce from his hiding spot under the bedcovers, so by the time I'm leading him, hand in hand, into the dining room, Jax is plating up generous portions of what looks like his mother's heavenly homemade lasagna. "Jax's ma makes the best lasagna," I say to Cloyce, pulling out a chair for him.

Cloyce sits down and inhales. "It smells amazing."

Jax smiles. "Thanks."

We sit down and dig in.

Well, Jax and I dig in because the only way we know how to eat is by shoveling food down our throats like we're savages raised in the wild, while Cloyce picks at his food before taking a small bite. Then another. And another.

I don't know whether I should bring up what happened so we can discuss it and move on, or whether it's better to pretend nothing happened.

Cloyce takes that decision out of my hands. He stares across the table at Jax. "I'm sorry about what you saw."

"It's fine." Jax waves his hand in the air. "I'm sure the cum stains will wash out of the sofa."

Cloyce drops his fork with a loud clang. "No. Don't tell me…"

Jax is smiling like the shit-stirring fucker he is, so I kick him extra hard under the table for messing with Cloyce like that. "Ow. I'm just kidding. It's all good. You guys didn't offend me. There are no visible cum stains anywhere. If anything, I got treated to a super-hot sex show. I should be thanking you."

I stop glaring at Jax and turn my head to Cloyce. He's processing. Jax is a lot to take at the best of times. He's boisterous, has zero filter, and often rubs people the wrong way, coming across as way too cocky for his own good. Also, his sense of humor isn't something that people always get right away. It takes a few….years to get used to it.

After a few seconds, a small smile stretches Cloyce's lips. "Super-hot sex show, huh?"

Oh. That's literally the last thing I expected him to pick up on.

"Well, I mean this one…" Jax points to me. "He's so-so. But you, Cloyce." Jax licks the tip of his finger, presses it against his chest, and makes a sizzling noise.

Cloyce stares at him for a few beats then chuckles. "Nice one. You almost had me there. But look, sorry again for what happened, and thanks for being so cool about it."

Jax flicks his eyes to mine in confusion. He may not understand why Cloyce is playing his comment off as a joke, but I do. Cloyce doesn't always believe me when I tell him how attractive I find him, so I guess he automatically doesn't believe Jax, either. It infuriates me the way men have treated Cloyce to make him not see himself the way I, and Jax, do. He's so sexy, every single square inch of his body, even the parts that move when we fuck. Correction,especiallythose parts. There is no hotter sight on the planet than Cloyce splayed out beneath me, his hefty body bouncing and shifting and swaying as I ramfuck the living shit out of him.

But at least some of the awkwardness about Jax catching us fucking is gone. Cloyce asks Jax something about when the next training camp will be, leaving me to ponder my bestie's comment about the super-hot sex show and his sizzle gesture.

Does he really think my boyfriend is hot? And why was the sex show remark the one thing Cloyce picked up on? Does he think Jax is hot, too? Would he be open to being shared with my bestie?

It's way too early to know, but these questions swirling around in my head have made my cock harder than a slab of granite.

I finish the rest of the lasagna with a big goofy grin on my face. Who knows. Maybe there'll be more than one type of firework going off this Fourth of July weekend.

3

Jax

Soaking in the hot tub, I take in the glorious view of the lake as early morning sunlight dances across its glossy blue surface. Western Bluebirds chirp in the trees, and I relax in the warm water, the jets working their magic on my muscles.

My family hardly uses this place anymore, so when I asked Mom if she'd mind if I put in a hot tub on the back patio, she was fine with it. We have a lot of nice vacation homes, but this one is my favorite. I like that it's nestled in the hills overlooking the lake, but what I like even more is that Cumcircle—yes, that's really the name of the town, and no, I'm not high—is a quiet, private place. A small town, sure, but one where folks mind their own damn business.

It's the perfect getaway for me. I can blend in and be nobody here. Not a leading forward in the NHL. Not part of the Anderson family dynasty. Just me, a normal, regular guy…with exceptionally well-conditioned hair.

The glass doors slide open, alerting me to Cloyce's presence. And I know it's Cloyce without turning to look because no way Draper would be awake this early. I turn my head. He approaches somewhat tentatively, dressed in a lightweight gray hoodie and black jersey shorts that cling to his legs perfectly.

I'm pretty sure that by the end of dinner last night, the awkwardness of me catching him and Draper fucking had been erased.

It sure as hell won't be erased from my spank bank anytime soon. I jerked off last night and then again this morning thinking about the way Draper was pounding into him and the way Cloyce was taking it like a pro. I've only met him a few times and had formed the opinion he was a bit reserved. There was nothing reserved about the way he was taking that D. And then whenhis eyes met mine—and he freaking came again—man, that was the single hottest, filthiest moment of my entire life. How am I meant to forget that?

I lift my chin and smile. "Hey."

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