Page 27 of Big Catch
“Feels so nice,” I say as I slide into the hot water. Ty grabs a cloth, dips it into the tub, and runs it over my body. “A girl could get used to this,” I say and close my eyes as I lean back.
“Here’s hoping,” he says quietly, and my lids flicker open. My gaze darts to his, but he’s looking down, washing my body, so I can’t read him. I’m about to ask him what he means. Does he want me to get used to this? If so, why? He knows I’m leaving in a week. Why would he want me to get used to it, unless…?
“Thought you’d like to have a cup of coffee,” Bray says, coming into the room and scattering my thoughts.
“Thanks.”
Ty takes it from him, helps himself to a small sip, then hands it to me. I breathe in the delicious scent and take a much-needed drink to clear my head. Obviously, he meant nothing by “here’s hoping,”’ and I need to clear all foolish, girly thoughts from my brain. This is sex. Not love. Besides it’s not like I could continue a relationship with both these guys.
“I made some grilled cheese,” Bray says, his look sheepish. “I’m kind of limited in the kitchen. Which is why we have Becca.”
“I love grilled cheese.” I think about Becca being off work for a while. “Since you boys need more than pancakes and grilled cheese to get you through the day, I’d love to help in the kitchen until I leave. I actually like cooking. It’s a creative outlet for me.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth the atmosphere in the room changes. Both men go stiff. “Um, did I say something wrong?”
“No,” Bray says quickly—too quickly. “You’re on vacation, and you’re not cooking.”
“I really want to. I want to take care of you guys.”
Ty slides Bray a look I don’t understand, and I wonder if I overstepped my boundaries.
“Don’t want to get used to your fine cooking. We’ll only miss it when you’re gone,” Bray says.
What if I don’t want to go?
“Let’s get you out of there and feed you,” Ty says. He rubs his stomach. “I know I’m starving.”
I stand, and he throws a big towel around me and guides me to the bedroom. We all climb onto the bed, sit crossed-legged, and Bray grabs the tray full of grilled cheese from the nightstand and places in front of us.
I take a big bite and cheese oozes from the bread. “Oh. My. God. This is delicious.”
Bray laughs. “That’s only because you’re starving.”
I look at Bray then at Ty. “Um, why is it I’m the only one undressed?”
“You’re not undressed. You have a towel on.”
“Not for long, though,” Bray says, so casually it surprises me.
I laugh. “I want you both naked, now.”
“Pretty bossy,” Ty says as he reaches behind his back to tug off his T-shirt. I let my gaze move over his hard body, acknowledge the flare of desire between my legs, then turn to Bray, waiting for him to strip. He tugs his shirt off, and when he tosses it, I resist the urge to pinch myself. How did I ever get so lucky to end up with these two amazing men?
I point downward. “And your pants.”
“You see how drippy these sandwiches are?” Bray says, pulling the bread from his mouth as a string of cheese stretches with it.
“Yeah.” I take another big bite and chew.
“If any of this hot cheese lands on my dick, it’s going to put me out of commission.”
I cover my mouth to stop a chuckle.
“You think that’s funny?”
“A little.”
“You’ve got a sick fucking sense of humor,” Ty says, laughing.
