Page 23 of Big Catch
“Morning.” I scramble to sit up when I see that now familiar grin on Ty’s face. He’s in play mode, and I love it. “What’s going on?” I pull the blankets over my naked body, my mind going back to last night and all the amazing things I did between these sheets, up against the wall, in the shower… Yesterday, after our shopping excursion, tending to Becca’s son, and soaking up the sun, I spent the rest of the night in bed with these two incredible men who continue to teach me that playtime is just as important as work time. Truthfully, though, they both make me feel special, and that’s not something I’ve ever really felt before. How on earth am I expected to go back to normal after time in their arms?
“Twenty-five years old today,” Ty says, his smile spreading.
I eye him skeptically. “Are you planning on giving me twenty-five spankings or something?”
Before he can answer, Bray comes in with a cup of coffee for me. I accept it and take a much-needed sip.
“Don’t tell me you don’t like that idea,” Bray says, his sexy grin doing the most ridiculous things to my body.
I blush, thinking about the way I squirmed when he gave me a hard slap last night, then lift my head to feign innocence. “What makes you say that?”
He laughs, and Ty joins him. “Oh, maybe the way your nipples are puckering.”
I glance down and see the bed sheet has fallen, exposing my pert nubs. “I…I…” Oh, hell, what was the point in lying? These two could see through it, anyway. “Maybe I do like that idea,” I say boldly.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get your spankings,” Ty says.
“But that’s not epic enough for a twenty-fifth birthday,” Bray adds.
“Bray—” I begin, a warning in my voice. What are these two planning?
He holds his hands up. “You trust me, right?”
I look at the two men who have been taking care of me, and feel an inherent trust that affects both my body and my heart. My pulse kicks up a notch as everything inside me flutters.
Careful, Alyssa.
“Yes,” I say.
“So, while you were sleeping, we came up with an epic idea.”
I take another sip of coffee; I’m pretty damn sure I’m going to need it before he tells me what they’ve been concocting. “Go on.”
Ty leans in to me, presses his lips to mine for a soft kiss. My heart thumps at the tenderness in his touch. “Twenty-five orgasms,” he whispers into my mouth.
My hands shake, and Bray removes my coffee cup, a huge grin on his face.
“I…can’t have twenty-five orgasms in a day. No one can.”
Oh, but I’m willing to try.
“No, of course not. We’re going to spread them out.” He jabs his thumb into his chest. “But we plan to give them to you whenever and wherever we want.”
Excitement coils through me. “You have got to be kidding me.”
Please don’t let them be kidding me.
“We never kid about orgasms,” Ty says, his face deadpan.
“Never,” Bray agrees.
Bray grabs my ankles and gives a slight tug, so I’m flat on my back again. “Are you ready for number one?” He’s about to climb over me when someone starts pounding on the front door of the villa. Then we hear voices. Young voices. We all freeze, and an uneasy feeling closes in on me.
“Becca’s boys,” Bray says, the lust in his eyes flashing to worry.
All humor fades from Ty’s face. “Shit.”
The two guys hurry to the front door as I scramble into a sundress. I tie my hair back and rush down after them. When I see Thomas and Vin, panic dancing over their little faces, my heart picks up tempo, fearing Cecil has worsened.
