Page 14 of Big Catch
She writhes on top of me, her head bobbing in answer to my question. I exchange a look with Ty, and he holds the back of her head to balance her. I love the way he takes care of her as I drive harder, faster. But despite my depth of penetration, I still can’t seem to get deep enough. Her entire body shudders around my cock, her hot release burning my balls.
I pinch my eyes and struggle to hang on as Ty gives warning, “Alyssa, I’m there.”
Her head bobs, and Ty curses as he shoots off into Aly’s mouth, and as he lets go, her sweet cunt tightens even more around my cock. Tension builds, comes to a peak, and a growl I have no control over rumbles from the depths of my throat.
Tyler drops to his knees, and sweet Aly glances at me over her shoulder, her hot mouth wet from Ty’s release. The desire reflected in her eyes becomes my undoing. I bury myself deep in her hot, silky heat, throw my head back and let go. A tremble racks my body at the onslaught of pleasure.
As I release high inside her, one of her hands goes to Ty’s head, holding him to her, and the other hand goes behind her to touch my stomach. While the joining is physical, the connection is emotional. Her soft, intimate touch sweeps through me, and I note the strange shift inside me. I glance at Ty. Judging by the way he’s looking at Aly, he feels it, too.
What the hell just happened?
Chapter Four
Alyssa
As my body and brain come back to earth, I look to the left then to the right to take in the warm bodies brushing against me as they snore softly. I stretch, every muscle from the top of my head to the tips of my toes reminding me of the incredible night with Tyler, and the mind-blowing morning with him and Bray. I’ve always lived life by the straight and narrow, but with these guys, I was anything but. Heck, I was twisted and turned, and put into back-bending positions that gave me pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
I shake my head, incredulous at this turn of events and the way these two men were able to put me at ease. Seriously, though, I can’t freaking believe I just slept with two men—two men who’ve obviously shared women before, judging by the comfort they have with each other and how naturally they fell in time together.
Honest to God, if that’s not epic, I have no idea what is. As I look at the two men, it’s no wonder I made the mistake of thinking Tyler was Braydon. They have the same haircut, mannerisms, and identical, athletic frames. But when the sunshine had slanted across the wall during our play, I could see that Tyler’s eyes were dark chocolate while Braydon’s were ocean blue.
Am I upset for going into the wrong room? Honestly, I can’t say that I am, even though this is so not like me. I should be embarrassed on some level, but I’m not. What would the girls back home think—that I’m a dirty girl, or one hell of a lucky one? I’m going with the latter, and if I have it my way, I’ll go with the latter for my entire two-week vacation, providing these men want me again. That thought gives me pause, and a moment of self-doubt.
Most guys see me as a white coat and stethoscope, not a woman—probably because I’m married to my job. Although, I must say I’m tired of the bureaucracy crap at work—management wanting us to move patients through like a Starbucks drive-through. And then there are my folks, who guided me toward a medical degree because my father is a surgeon, my older brother Jacob a specialist with a private practice in Manhattan, and my mother a hospital administrator with a plush corner office. They can’t accept that I want to be in the emergency room trenches.
When are you going to do something more with your life?
Oh, but I just did.
I grin as I glance at my two guys.
My two guys?
Well, today they are, anyway.
What will happen when they awake? Will there be awkwardness between us? Will they want to do this again, or was I just their catch of the day, so to speak? The truth is the men I have been with rarely stayed around long, leading me to believe they see me as a hit it and quit it kind of girl. Nervousness trickles through my veins, and my heart beats a bit faster. Should I leave now before they awake? As I mull that over, I fidget and toy with the bedsheets.
“What is going through that pretty head of yours?” Braydon asks, and I nearly jump six feet in the air at the sound of his voice. “Hey,” he says, a new tenderness in his tone as he goes up on one elbow and brushes my hair from my face. His hands are so soft and caring that my throat tightens. No one has ever touched me with such care, but Bray and Ty…well, it’s a little insane what their worshipping touch does to me. Shit. Shit. Shit. This is an affair, and I should not be letting myself feel or think there is more going on here. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”
My racing heart slows. “I’m always jumpy.”
“Last night and this morning didn’t help?” he asks. At first, I think he’s teasing me, but I don’t see a trace of humor on his handsome face. And why is there such concern in his eyes if this is just about sex? Dammit, there I go overthinking everything again.
This is sex, Alyssa. Don’t lose your way and think it’s more.
“It helped. A lot,” I say, my entire body buzzing to life as he continues to touch me.
“Good.” He runs his knuckles along my chin and down my arm. As my body responds physically to his touch, I try to remain detached, a difficult task considering the attentive way he’s gazing at me and showing such concern.
“You have the most beautiful body,” he says.
“So do you.” I slide my hand across the mattress and touch the hot male still asleep—needing the connection with him, too “So does Ty.”
My nipples tighten painfully, and I can’t believe there isn’t an ounce of awkwardness between us. How can I be so comfortable with this man and his friend? “You need to find a way to relax, Alyssa. Shut that brain off for a while, and don’t think, just feel.”
“You’re right. I overthink everything.”
“Believe me, I know where you’re coming from,” he says, and I nod in total understanding. After all, I was the attending physician that day he was rushed to the hospital. “Tell you what—while you’re here, how about no thinking. Just having fun.”
