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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 to our anniversary, 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 meeting Bailey, 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 to the 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."

"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.

But that didn't happen.

What's unfolded these past two-and-a-bit years has been a relationship and a love better than anything I could have imagined or dared hope for.

My love for Cloyce only grows stronger every day, and the bond Jax and I have always had has turned into a beautiful, sacred love.

We've figured out what works for us.

Cloyce is the glue that holds us together.

As much as I love Jax and enjoy having sex with him when we have sex with Cloyce, he and I never do anything alone.

In fact, none of us do.

Sex is always a three-way thing with us. That way no one gets left out, and no one gets jealous.

And believe me, we've had to really focus on us because the reaction we've experienced from fans, the media, even family and friends has been brutal at times.

Guess it's us against the world, because the world has had a lot to say about the three of us.

But I don't care about lost sponsorship or getting hate online, only the three of us know what we have.

I only wish the haters would see that because if they got even the tiniest glimpse into our hearts, they'd see that this is real.

Sure, it's not conventional, but that doesn't diminish what we have.

There's room in my heart to love two men at once, and I do.

I love Cloyce and Jax with all my heart.

And I pray I get to spend the rest of my life feeling this way.

Jax

"So, there's something I want to talk to you both about," I say once we return to the lake house after catching up with the guys.

"Is it your massive cock?" Cloyce deadpans, kicking off his shoes.

I chuckle. "I'm more show than tell when it comes to that," I volley back, grinning, loving the way we banter.

"Very true," Cloyce agrees.

We settle on the sofa, Cloyce right where he belongs, in between Draper and me, resting one hand on each of our thighs.

"But this is serious," I say.

"I thought something was up when he didn't beeline straight for the kitchen for food," Draper teases.

"I've spoken to Mom, and she's agreed to sell me this house."

"Oh."

"Oh."

"Yeah.

I know it's a bit out of the blue, but I've been thinking.

We love it here.

It's where we became us.

And I don't know about you, Draper, but I reckon I've only got about one more season left in me. After that, I want to live somewhere quiet. Somewhere where people will leave us the hell alone. Somewhere close to our friends."

"I mean, it does make sense," Cloyce says. In a way, this affects him more than Draper and me since we're traveling for most of the year.

"There are some great schools in the area," I say. "Including a terrific special education school one town away."

"You've looked into this?"

"I have. You guys mean the world to me, and I'm ready to start our life together. I think this would be a great place to do that."

"I agree," Cloyce says. "Apart from work, I don't have anything keeping me in Boston."

"Draper?"

He's thinking it over, absently rubbing a hand over his jaw. "I agree. This would be a good place to live." He turns, his eyes meeting mine. "But why wait?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we've won the Stanley Cup. What else is there left to do other than to defend it, which, to be honest, I'm not really that interested in."

He lifts Cloyce's hand and presses it to his mouth. "I'm much more interested in spending every day with you. With both of you. Long distance sucks."

"Amen," Cloyce and I say at the same time.

"It really fucking does," I add, my thoughts racing with all the possibilities quitting hockey opens up. "Imagine waking up in the same bed every morning."

"Imagine waking up in the same bed every morning…" Cloyce's hands run higher up our thighs. "And being treated to a double blowjob."

"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