Page 10 of Hot Pucking Summer

Another chuckle. "Yeah. It's the Fourth."

"Oh. Right, right. Sorry. I'm still a little dazed."

"Don't apologize."

I move my ankle some more. "I haven't ruined the weekend, have I?"

"How can you say that after what just happened? Of course you didn't."

I take a deep breath. "And are we okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I… I'm not sure exactly. It's just that we never…"

"Discussed the possibility of inviting someone else in?"

"Yeah. Except?—"

"What? Say it, baby."

"Well… Jax isn't just anyone, is he? He means a lot to you."

Draper continues stroking down the side of my body. "He does."

"And that's cool. It's just I've never… I've never had sex with anyone outside of a relationship before. I'm not sure how well suited I am for it."

Draper grins. "You seemed to handle things pretty well earlier."

"That's because you're both very talented." I grab hold of his hand, and he stops stroking me. Our eyes meet. "But be serious for a moment."

"Okay." His playfulness fades, replaced by a calm but serious intensity. "I honestly don't know what I want here, how I expect this whole thing to play out. Jax and I never discussed things after that one night."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Soooyou catch your best friend jerking off, fool around with each other, reveal you'd like to share a guy, and then you never speak of it again?"

"Correct."

I roll my eyes. "Ugh. Men."

"Don'tugh, menme. You're easy to talk to, that's why I've opened up to you so much these past eight months. That's rare for me, baby."

"I know it is, and I appreciate that." I lean over and place a gentle kiss on his mouth. "I guess the best thing to do might be to keep talking and see where this Jax situation leads. How does that sound?"

He beams as he looks at me with adoration in his eyes. "How did I get so lucky?"

"I don't know." I slip my hand under his shirt and slide it across his ridiculously toned stomach. "But you're about to get even luckier."

I pepper his chest and pecs with kisses through the fabric of his shirt, slowly making my way down his body.

"Be careful," he warns. "Your ankle might still be tender."

I look up at him and grin. "I'm not sure what sort of blowjob you're expecting, but I can assure you my ankle won't be involved."

He grins despite shaking his head as he unzips his shorts and removes them, along with his briefs. "You know what I mean."

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