Page 20 of Hot Pucking Summer

"That's it. Done. I'm retiring," I announce dramatically.

Cloyce's smile lingers for a moment before fading, his brows knitting together. "This is a big decision. You need time to think about this. Don't let my offer of morning blowjobs sway you. It'll be here whenever you guys are ready."

"No. I am ready," I say. "Draper's right. We've achieved the big thing. Now, everyone is going to be out for blood, and to be honest, I'm sick of feeling like I'm being hunted. We've copped so much shit for just loving each other, I'm ready to leave that all behind. Subconsciously maybe that's why I spoke to Mom about owning this place."

Cloyce jumps into my lap, and Draper shuffles over so that Cloyce has easy access to make out with the both of us. I turn to Draper as he's kissing Cloyce and join in, allowing the new reality to wash over me.

It's a life with these two where we do boring shit like grocery shopping and housework on the weekends. It's summer days spent out on the lake and winter nights curled up by the fireplace. It's starting the day with epic blowjobs and returning the favor in the evening by pummeling Cloyce's ass until he falls asleep in our arms.

I want it. I want it more badly than I've ever wanted anything in my life—and that includes hockey.

And I've found it. So why wait a moment longer? No horizon's ever promised in this life. I could get hit by a car tomorrow for all I know, so while I've got the two most amazing men in the world, I'm going to spend every precious moment I can with them.

I nuzzle Cloyce's cheek and whisper, "Don't suppose we can get an advance on tomorrow's morning blowjob tonight?"

He tips his head back with a deep laugh, his gaze flicking between us with amusement. "I suppose we do have a reason to celebrate."

Cloyce shuffles off me and drops to his knees. I take Draper's hand in mine and meet his smiling eyes as our baby treats us to one epic motherfucking blowjob.

THE END