Page 29 of Big Catch
I nod, but remain still as he ravages my mouth, and from behind Ty rides me furiously. He applies pressure to my clit and a violent shudder overtakes me.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ty says. “Come all over my cock. Show me just how much you like us fucking you like this.”
His words turn me on even more, and just as my body begins to tighten and ripple, Bray grabs my head to hold it still and spurts down my throat. I drink him in, my vibrating body shattering completely. I milk him with my mouth as I come around Ty’s cock, my sex muscles squeezing his orgasm right out of him. Ty growls, and we all hold each other, everything about what the three of us are doing feeling so intimate, so right. God, I’m falling so hard for these two men who touch me and pleasure me with worshipping hands. A cry catches in my throat, and I swallow it down, berating myself for feeling more than lust.
Ty pulls out of me, discards the condom, and grabs my hips to settle me in beside him. I swallow against a scratchy throat, and Bray hands me a glass of water.
“Drink,” he says. I take a sip then hand it to Ty. He drinks and gives it to Bray. I snuggle down between them, and both men place a soft kiss on my forehead as they tuck me in. The affectionate gestures—not physical but emotional—have my heart beating double time. God when they touch me like that, caring for me so deeply, it has me wondering if we could have something more permanent between us. Is it possible? Do I dare hope?
Ty puts his mouth close to my ear. “One orgasm down, twenty-four more to go,” he teases.
My lids slide shut, and a quiver moves through me as I think about being with these two men over and over again.
“Don’t even think about slipping from this bed while we sleep. We start again as soon as your eyes open,” Bray whispers, like he can’t get enough of me, like he wants to keep me in this bed forever.
That would be so nice.
But it isn’t possible.
Chapter Seven
Braydon
The late-day sun pours over me as I pound the last nail into the new back deck I’ve been building. Once done, I glance at Ty and Aly as they jump the surf in the distance. I grin. This trip is just what she needed. It’s hard to believe one full week has passed since we took Alyssa under our care. But it’s not just the incredible sex that has me all twisted up inside. It’s the way she’s so open and loving, and how she cares so deeply for others. When she brought Becca’s baby into the world, I thought my heart was going to explode. She’s different from every other woman I’ve been with, and I know this started out as sex, but she sees Ty and me for the men we really are inside. No other woman has ever bothered to look.
A laugh reaches my ears as my best bud picks her up and spins her, pretending to toss her into the water. I grin as she shrieks and wraps her arms around him to hold on tighter. Thunderous roars reach my ears. It’s been a long time since I heard him laugh like that. I sit on the deck and wipe the moisture from my forehead, my pulse pounding as I watch them. I’ve never seen Ty look at a woman the way he looks at Aly.
Dragging her in close, Ty drops a kiss onto her mouth. Being with her feels different. Not just for me but for Ty, too. It’s pretty easy to see my best friend is falling for her—hard. I feel a moment of possessiveness. I’d backed off when I thought Jennie wanted Ty to herself—I owe that man so much. But this time. Well, this time I’m pretty fucking certain I can’t step back. The truth is, I want her, too.
What’s mine is yours.
While that’s always been true, neither of us has been in love before. Would those rules still apply, or would this tear us apart? Who’s to say Aly would want both or either of us long term, anyway. She has a life to get back to, and a family who truly cares about her, even if they are trying to run her life, and I wouldn’t want to do anything to come between them. Family is the only thing I ever wanted in life but never thought I could really have. I never want to end up like my father, or hurt those I care about.
“Not going to happen… You’re a good man, Bray.”
I think about Aly’s words. I guess at twenty-nine, if I haven’t turned out like him by now, I’m not going to.
I shake my head. What the fuck ever happened to just having a good time? Tyler was the one looking to settle down. Not me. Not until Alyssa.
Shit.
They race up the beach toward me, and I shake my head to get it on right. Aly grabs my hand when she reaches me.
“Come on, Bray. You’ve been working too hard.”
“Shit, Aly, I’m dressed.”
“Then get undressed.”
I hop and try to kick off my boots as she drags me to the water. I manage to get them off by the time she hauls me into the surf, but not my jeans. The cold water feels good against my skin, but not nearly as nice as Aly does. I pull her to me, and her pert nipples rub my bare chest as I toy with the string on her bikini.
“Get in here Ty,” she says.
As Ty wades out, I glance around. The beach is fairly quiet this time of the day, just a few couples lying on their towels, and from the look in Aly’s eyes I know she’s got something sexy on her mind.
Her hand cups my cock through my pants, and I swell. “Jesus, Aly.”
Ty grins when he reaches us, and Aly slides her hand into his swimming shorts.
