Page 13 of Hot Pucking Summer

"Well." He looks up at Cloyce. "There's something about you, Cloyce. Something I really like. Something I'd like to pursue, but only if that's what you want. What you both want."

Silence fills the room as we all take a moment to process.

"Draper, what do you think?" Cloyce asks after a few minutes.

"What do you think, baby?" I fire right back at him. "No judgment. Whatever you say is fine."

I know it's shitty to not answer his question and deflect back to him, but Cloyce is way better at this whole talking thing than I am. And the truth is, I want this decision to be his. It feels like it should be his. I may have sprung this on him, but I want him to feel in control, that wherever we go from here is his call.

"I'm… I'm open to this being more than just a one-weekend sex thing," he says slowly, as if he's thinking and talking at the same time, a skill I've yet to master. "I know it'll change things between us, and between you guys, and I've never,everin my life even entertained the idea of a relationship with two guys, but I really like Jax, and I really like the way things feel between the three of us. So…"

"So…" Jax adds, glancing at me. "I'm open to seeing where this goes."

I blow out a deep breath. "Same here."

We both turn to Cloyce. A devilish smile forms on his lips. "Oh, I can be very, very…open."

Less than a second.

That's how long it takes for Jax and me to propel ourselves from the lounge and start attacking Cloyce—kissing him hungrily and grabbing at his chest, his stomach, his legs.

"I never knew you had such a cheeky side," I say, nibbling on his ear.

"You two bring it out in me," he replies breathily as Jax starts tugging his shirt up, eager to get a proper glimpse of Cloyce.

I'm well aware of Cloyce's body issues, how he often asks to dim the lights when we have sex, how he doesn't like to be fucked in a way that makes him 'jiggle' too much. I tap the back of Jax's hand and shake my head.

"No. It's okay," Cloyce says, then he takes a deep breath. "If I'm prepared to entertain the idea of being in a throuple, I seriously need to move past my body issues." He gently moves us out of the way and gets to his feet. He takes his shirt off first then steps out of his shorts and underwear. "I want you both to fuck me here, right here, under the lights, and let my body do what it will do."

I smile, my chest filled with so much pride knowing how hard that was for him. "You're so fucking beautiful, baby."

"I second that," Jax says, his green eyes hungrily roving up and down Cloyce's porcelain skin, over his wide chest and padded belly, and down to his thick thighs and meaty globes.

"How should we do this?" I ask, looking around. The lounge set is fine, but all three of us are big dudes, and we're going to need some room.

"I have an idea," Jax says, and before we can ask what it is, he's scooped up Cloyce in his arms. "Twice in one day," he tells him with a smile.

Cloyce blushes. "I still can't believe you're able to carry me."

"I like knowing you're safe."

My heart bursts at the affection in Jax's eyes and the way Cloyce nestles into his body as Jax leads us to his room.

The master.

With a giant king-size bed.

"Now this is more like it," I say as Jax lowers Cloyce down onto it.

As Cloyce wriggles his way up the bed, Jax and I strip off then join him.

"Now, your ankle," I check since I don't want to hurt him.

Jax chuckles as he lowers himself onto his stomach and says, "I'm not sure what sort of fucking you think we're going to do tonight, but I can assure you his ankle won't be involved. Right, Cloyce?"

"Well…" Cloyce raises his legs into the air. "I may need someone's help keeping me in position."

"We'll do all the work," I say, nosediving toward the juicy pink hole I've become addicted to. "Won't we, Jax?"

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