Page 15 of Big Catch
“Fun is good.”
A grin full of sensual promise spreads across his handsome face. “Tyler and I will be happy to help with that.”
“Happy to help with what?” a sleepy Tyler asks from beside me.
“To show Alyssa how to relax and have some fun. Show her what she’s been missing out on.” Blue eyes full of gentle concern move over my face.
Jeez, when he looks at me like that, it makes my heart trip up. Careful girl, don’t go and do something stupid like fall for one of these guys.
Lord, that’s two times in as many minutes that I’ve had to lecture myself. I could be in real trouble. “Let us take care of you while you’re here.”
“And wouldn’t you know it.” Tyler throws his sheets off to expose his erection, a huge grin on his face. I love his playfulness, and get that he’s the joker of the two. “I’m totally equipped to help with that.” He shimmies closer until his erection is pressing against me.
“Oh,” I say, my body warming all over again.
Tyler laughs, and in a move I’m growing familiar with, pushes his mussed hair from his forehead. “Oh? That’s all I get?” he asks.
Braydon and I laugh with him. “That’s all you get,” Braydon says, a crooked smile softening his features. “Time to nourish the sweet doctor.” Braydon looks past my shoulder and zeroes in on Ty. “It’s Becca’s day off and your turn to cook.”
“I’m on it,” Tyler says and kicks the blankets to his feet. I stare at his gorgeous body as he rises and moves about the room without a hint of modesty. He tugs on a pair of jeans and foregoes the shirt.
I let my gaze roam over him, appreciating him like he’s a fine piece of art, and with his body and finely tuned muscles, he’s so much better than any sculpture I’ve ever seen. My fingers tingle as I take him in, and when he turns and catches me admiring his frame, he gives me a big smile and sinks to the bed beside me.
He touches my face softly, and my heart misses a beat. “What do you like for breakfast?”
“I…anything is fine.”
“How about pancakes?”
“Sure.”
“Try not to burn them this time,” Braydon says.
“Don’t listen to him.” Tyler shoots me a cocky grin. “He’s just jealous because I can do everything better than he can.”
“Fuck off,” Braydon shoots back.
Loving the teasing camaraderie between these two, I poke Tyler’s chest and say, “I wouldn’t say you’re better at everything.” Braydon laughs, and when Tyler feigns hurt, I add, “I’d say you’re equally as good.” It’s true—they were completely on par in the bedroom, and both had given me the best, hottest sex of my life.
“Okay, I’ll take it,” Tyler says, and catching me by surprise, kisses me deeply. “You’re incredible, Alyssa,” he says, his voice so goddamn soft and tender, my heart trips up.
When he jumps from the bed and leaves, I turn and catch the way Braydon is watching me, those blue eyes of his moving over my face like he can see deep into my soul.
“So, it was me you wanted to fuck last night, huh?” I look down as a wave of embarrassment moves through me. He slides a finger under my chin and nudges it up until my eyes are locked on his. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed. Not with me, or Ty. Here on this island, you can let go, be whoever you want, and do whatever you want. I love that you own your sexuality, and you should never be ashamed of your needs.”
I nod, and as I let his words sink in, I say, “I was waiting for you to put the fire out last night. I watched you, or rather Tyler, slip into this room.” I stare into his eyes. What is it about this man—these men—that makes me feel so at ease that I’m able to tell them anything? Must be their laid back, easy going vibe. Moving here was obviously the best thing for them. Going for full disclosure, I add, “I wanted to go out with you last year when you asked. I was just so busy.”
“I thought you weren’t interested.”
“I was. My job, you know. It eats up all my time. Plus, you were my patient.”
“I’m not anymore,” he says with a grin.
“I know.”
His smile fades. “If you don’t like something, you should change it.”
“That’s just it. I do like what I do. Just pressures from administration, family.”
