Page 31 of Big Catch
“Oh. What should I wear?”
I glance into her suitcase and pull out a dress. “This and nothing else.”
Her eyes go wide. “You can’t be serious.”
“As serious as a heart attack,” I say, and her face flushes. I push her hair back and put my mouth near her ear. “We still owe you a few more orgasms, and like I said, anywhere, anytime.” Her entire body trembles, and I grin as I drop a kiss onto her mouth. “You got to touch us today. Tonight, it’s our turn. Anything we want.”
I leave her to dress and go to my room to pull on a T-shirt and a dry pair of jeans. When I come back out, I find Ty with his arm around her, leading her downstairs. We hop in the van, and I slow and wave as we pass Mrs. Jackson. A few minutes later, I park and we make our way into the dimly lit club, packed with locals and tourists alike.
I put my mouth near Aly’s ear and ask, “Drink?” She nods. “Local beer?”
“I love anything local,” she says and flashes her lashes at me the same way Josie had that day in the van.
I grin and look at Ty. “Grab us a booth if you can find one.”
I watch them disappear into the crowd and push through the throng to make my way to the bar. I spot Jennie, who is glaring at Ty.
She comes up to me. “Who is she, anyway?”
“A girl I knew back in Manhattan,” I say and gesture the bartender for three beers. Not really a lie. I did meet her back in Manhattan.
She pouts. “Ty seems to really like her.”
We both do.
“Yeah,” is all I say as my throat goes tight.
“When does she go back?”
Never. Or at least I hope never.
I slide my money across the bar when the bartender hands me three bottles of beer. “Why all the questions, Jennie?”
“Just wondering when I’m going to have you guys back in my bed.”
“We had some fun Jennie, but I’m out. You know that.”
“And Ty?”
“I guess that’s a question for him.”
I turn and walk to the booth Ty had secured. He’s so focused on Aly, there’s no way he could have seen the exchange between Jennie and me. “Try this,” I say to Aly.
She puts the bottle to her mouth and takes a long pull. Her eyes light up. “This is so good.”
“It’s made here in Antigua.”
She takes another drink, and I swallow half the contents of mine in one gulp. The music blares around us, the smell of perfumes lingering in the air, and all I can think about is holding her against my body. Fuck, I was prepared to have sex with her, sate a long-time need, but I wasn’t prepared for her, or what she’d do to Tyler and me.
“Dance?” I ask.
Even in the dim light I catch the flush on her cheeks. She nods, eager to try anything once with us. Damned if I don’t love that about her.
The dance floor is crowded, bodies pressing against bodies. I sway with her for a moment then back her up until she’s pressed against the wall in the hallway near the storage closet. Her breathing is deep, choppy.
“Bray,” she whispers.
“Yeah, sweetness?”
