Page 34 of Big Catch
“Then why are you two arguing over who I should wake up to each morning? Shouldn’t that be my decision?”
Bray lets loose a long, tortured breath. “I just want you to be happy, Aly.”
My heart thunders, and while I love them for what they’re trying to do, I’ve learned that I’m a big girl who can make her own decisions. It’s time they knew it, and time my family back home understood as well.
“And you think that is waking up to Ty each morning?” I ask Bray.
“Yes.”
“Well, you’re right about that,” I say. “I do want to wake up to Ty each morning.”
He nods and tears his gaze away, but not before I see the love and hurt shining in his eyes. God, I love him so much. He’s a kind, sweet man so full of integrity he is willing to back off for the woman and man he loves. I don’t know any other man who’d be willing to sacrifice his own happiness for another.
I turn to Ty, who is tugging on his hair. “Aly,” he begins clearly fighting an internal war. He loves Bray as much as he loves me, and wouldn’t do anything to hurt his best friend. I love him so much for that.
I look back at Bray. “But I also want to wake up to you to, Bray,” I say, my voice softening. “I want you both.”
Bray’s throat works as he swallow, the tension in his face melting as his gaze meets mine. “Aly,” he whispers, his voice a little rough, raspy with emotion.
“I love you both.”
“What about your family? Believe me, I know how precious family is. Yours put pressure on you because they care. I grew up with a shitty father and would have given everything to have someone care about me like that. I wouldn’t want to do anything to jeopardize your relationship with your parents or your brother.”
My heart squeezes so tight, it’s impossible to breathe. “I love that you’re worried about that, Bray. I really do. But I’m in control of my life, not them. You boys taught me that.” I hold my hand out to him. “You know what else?” He shakes his head. “You’re going to finally have that family of your own. Me and Ty. We love you and care about you. We’re going to be the family you always wanted.” I look at Ty. “And you’re right, Ty. If it gets complicated, we’ll uncomplicate it.” My gaze slides to Bray, and I say the words he once used on me. “Then again, nothing in Antigua is complicated, right?”
Bray closes the distance between us. He grips my chin and brushes his thumb over my bottom lip. “Aly,” he chokes out, his voice gruff. “Jesus, Aly, I love you. You have no idea what this means to me.”
It’s all I can do to hold my own against him as my entire body weakens, wanting to be possess by him—by them both.
“You can show me later,” I tease. His warm eyes move over my face, and I go up on my toes to kiss him. “I want to stay here with you both, and I want to set up a practice where I’m needed.”
I hold my hand out to Ty. He rises from the bed and comes to us. “Sorry, Aly. We shouldn’t have been making any decisions for you. You’re right—you are in control of your own life. And just for the record, I love the fuck out of you, too.” He swallows, and warmth enters his eyes. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that you want to stay with us both. We promise to always make you happy, let you make your own decisions.”
“Well, not really,” Bray says, and I ta
ke in his teasing grin. “Some decisions we’ll make for you.”
“Excuse me?” I say.
The blue in his eyes deepens. “When it comes to the bedroom, control is ours.”
“Yeah,” Ty says, playing along with Bray—as always—while he moves in behind me, his hot mouth going to my neck. “When you’re between those sheets, we do what we want, when we want, how we want. Now, tell us you’re ours. I want to hear it again.”
“I’m yours. You’re both who I want to fall into bed with each night and wake up to each morning.”
Ty glances at the light shining through the open curtains. “It’s not quite night time, but I’m good with getting an early start on things.”
Bray picks me up, carries me to the bed, and sets me down gently. I take in the intensity on his face, all playfulness gone.
“Hands and knees. Now,” he orders. My insides take flight, never happier in my life as I look at the man in front of me. Bray might be all gorgeous muscle, a carnal predator, and while we may play hard in the bedroom, deep inside, these are gentle men who take great care with my body. “I want that pretty mouth of yours to own my cock.”
“I want that too,” I say, his dirty words urging me on, and he groans in delight. I flip over, and as I assume the position he wants me in, I look at these two amazing men who will fight and sacrifice for each other, all in the quest of making me happy. As I take them in, I know I’ve won the man lottery, the big catch of the day. Not once, but twice.
Epilogue
Six months later…
“Be sure to say ‘hi’ to Jacob for me. Hopefully he’ll be around next time we Skype,” I say to Mom and Dad before I hit the disconnect button. I stare at my computer screen, happiness welling up inside me that Mom and Dad have finally come to accept me for who I am and what I really want to do in life. It wasn’t easy at first—in fact they were mortified to learn I wasn’t coming back and had moved in with two men who I love and who love me back just as fiercely. But with Bray and Ty by my side, I stood my ground and held my own, and they eventually softened. They’re even talking about coming to visit us in a few months.
