Page 16 of Big Catch
“Ah, I know all about pressure from the job.”
I think about his trip to the ER. “Yeah, I know you do.”
“What about your family?” he asks.
I let loose a sigh, not wanting to ruin the moment by digging into that can of worms. “Can we talk about something else?”
“Sure, how about we discuss how much you wanted me,” he says, and I sense that he’s trying to lighten my mood.
“Want, not wanted,” I tease in return.
“And Ty?”
“Want,” I say again. He grins. “Can I tell you something?”
He brushes his hand over my chin. “Anything.”
“I think I might have been sent here to your villa on purpose.”
His brow pulls together. “Really?” He looks down like he’s deep in thought. “Does it have something to do with that pact you didn’t want to talk about?”
“Yeah. You see, my friends and I all put our names in a hat on New Year’s Eve two years ago. We drew, keeping it a secret, and on the month of our twenty-fifth birthday, we receive a dossier with all the things needed for an epic adventure.”
“Explain ‘epic.’”
Leave it to Braydon to pick up on that. The guy is astute, that much is for sure.
“Sex,” I say. “We’re not supposed to come home until we’ve have epic sex.”
He gives a low slow whistle, his head going from side to side. “Talk about pressure.”
I run the bedding through my fingers. “Yeah, I know. I never even thought I—”
He cuts me off. “Not for you, sweetness. For Ty and me.”
I laugh, loving how he calls me sweetness and Ty calls me sweet thing. “Ah, I think we’ve already achieved epic, Bray.”
He frowns. “When is your birthday?”
“Tomorrow, actually.”
His head comes back with a start. “Yeah?”
I nod. “Yup.”
He goes quiet again, and I poke his chest. “What’s going through that pretty head of yours?” I ask, shooting his words back at him.
“You’ll see,” he says, a wicked, mischievous grin on his face.
“Um, should I be scared?”
The blue of his eyes deepens. “Never of me,” he says quietly, and my heart misses a beat. “Or Tyler.”
“Okay,” I say. While I might not have known the men long, this morning’s shared intimacies, and the way they both took such great care with my body, created a trusting bond between us. And that’s a bit terrifying for me because it’s going to make walking away a whole lot harder.
“Come on. Let’s get a shower then head down to eat. Tyler should have the pancakes done by then.”
He captures my hand and leads me to the shower. We both climb in like being naked under the hot spray together is something we do all the time, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. It might not be, but it’s damn nice, and I plan to enjoy every second of it. Broken heart be damned.
