Page 18 of Hot Pucking Summer

"Oh, yeah?"

We move away from the entrance, and I kiss Jax. Then Draper joins in. And pretty soon, we're putting on a show for the good folk of Cumcircle who pass us by on the sidewalk. Thankfully, most people around here keep to themselves, and even three dudes making out doesn't attract that much attention.

"I love you, Draper," I say, kissing him on the lips before turning to Jax. "And I love you, Jax."

"I love you, too, baby," they reply in unison, their deep voices causing a rumble in my chest. And lower.

I pull back and remind myself why we're here. Our fifth—or wait, will it be our sixth?—fuck of the day will have to wait for later.

I grab each of their hands, and we stride into the bar to have a great night with our friends.

Draper

"I know I'll never forget that moment for as long as I live," Duke says, shaking his head with a grin.

"I still get chills thinking about that final buzzer," Stellan backs him up.

Jax takes a sip of his beer. "Winning the Stanley Cup was, without a doubt, the highlight of my career. I just remember throwing my gloves off, the dogpile, and you screaming in my ear… Uh, hello. Earth to Draper."

My eyes stay fixed on the dance floor, as one of the guys snorts.

"Relax man," Duke says, clapping me on my shoulder. "Our boys are just dancing."

"It's not our boys I'm worried about." I tip my chin forward, and the guys all turn to look. Everyone's muscles and jaws tense at the table. "It's those guys."

It's no surprise that Cloyce and Bailey dancing together attracts attention. Bailey is an attractive guy, and Cloyce is so sexy just thinking about him turns my cock into a steel rod. We may have opened our relationship up to Jax, but that doesn't mean I'm not possessive as fuck over him when it comes to other guys checking out our precious baby.

One of the guys doing the checking out leaves his friends and weaves his way through the dance floor to our guys. I'm on my feet and about to storm over there, but Jax grabs my forearm.

"Wait," he says, voice low, eyes trained on Cloyce and Bailey. "They're adults. Let's let them handle it."

"I agree," Stellan says, his eyes glued to the dance floor. "If they need help, we'll be there in three seconds."

The guy stumbles his way over to them. Cloyce and Bailey are laughing and dancing and having too much fun to even notice him standing there. He eventually taps Cloyce on his shoulder. My hackles rise, but I stay pinned to my seat. He says something into Cloyce's ear. Cloyce smiles but shakes his head, then he takes Bailey by the hand, and they shuffle away from the dude.

The guy stands there for a few seconds. "Move on," I mutter under my breath. "Don't be a dumbass and just move on."

The idiot makes the wrong move, and instead of leaving Cloyce and Bailey alone, he follows them, latching onto Bailey's shoulder.

"That's it," Stellan snaps, and all four of us thunder over to our guys.

Thankfully, our wall of muscle jolts the guy into reality, and he backs the fuck off.

"Our heroes," Cloyce teases as we walk back to our booth, but there's nothing but affection in his eyes as he says it.

"You're always safe with us," I say, giving his fingers a squeeze.

"Well, thank you. I appreciate it."

I peer over and Bailey seems to be having a similar conversation with Duke and Stellan. We have another round of drinks. Bailey lifts his glass in a toast. "To Jax and Draper. Welcome to the Stanley Cup winners club."

"It's good to have you here," Jax says with a smile, and then we all clink our glasses together.

As I take a sip of my beer, I think back to that moment, to the high of holding the Stanley Cup in my arms. I always thought it'd be the best feeling in the world, and it was… Well, it was a close second.

The best feeling in the world would have to be sharing my life with Cloyce and Jax.

I had no idea what would happen after that crazy Fourth of July weekend. A big part of me worried that we'd wake up with buyer's remorse. That in the clear light of day, one or both or all of us would regret what we'd done and that for me and Cloyce, we'd have opened a can of worms that we couldn't undo and it would have ruined what we had.

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