Page 32 of Big Catch
“What are you doing?”
Ty steps in behind me. “Trust us?”
“Absolutely,” she says without hesitation, and my heart swells at the trust this woman has put in our hands. How the fuck can I let her walk away from here, from us. But how can there be a long-term us, especially if Ty wants her all to himself?
I hike her skirt up a bit and slide a hand between her legs. When I find her wet, so fucking wet, it nearly shuts my brain down. “Look at you. You can’t wait for me to fuck you against this wall, can you?”
“No,” she says honestly, and I press my lips to hers for a deep kiss. “It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
I unzip my pants just enough to get my dick out, slide on a condom, and position myself between her legs. “Hang on,” I whisper. As her hands go around my neck, I piston forward and drive all the way inside her. Ty stands in the empty hallway with his back to mine. Yeah, we want to take her in public—something that clearly turns her on—but we also want to protect her, too.
I pound into her, long hard thrusts that slam her against the wall. She scratches at me, bites at my neck as I own her, possess her completely. She gives a small cry, her hot juice singeing my cock as I bring her to orgasm. Hunger urging me on, I seat myself high inside but can’t seem to get deep enough. Ty’s back touches mine, and my heart slams with the things I feel for him, for Aly. I love them both so fucking much. I breathe deep and struggle to get control over myself. She presses her lips to my neck, her hot breath fragmenting my thoughts until I can only feel. My dick throbs, my balls draw up, and I let go high inside her.
“Fuck,” I whisper and find her mouth. I hold her to me for a long time, never wanting to let her go, but when I feel Ty moving, I fix her dress and drop a soft kiss onto her mouth. “You good?”
“Yes,” she says. “That was amazing.”
“More?”
“Yes, please.”
I tuck my dick back into my pants, condom still intact. I’ll get rid of it in the bathroom when we’re done here. I switch positions with Ty, and when I look down the hall and glimpse Jennie on the dance floor looking in all directions—for Ty, no doubt—my stomach clenches, coils tight, and my heart crashes against my rib cage, making it harder and harder for me to breathe. Ty doesn’t want her. He wants Aly. By rights—because I want them both happy—I need to back the fuck off already.
Motherfucker.
Chapter Eight
Alyssa
In less than twenty-four hours I’ll be boarding a plane back to New York. My glorious time with these two men is almost over. Not that I’ve seen a whole lot of them over the last two days. Yes, they have new vacationers to attend to, but in my gut, I know there is more going on here. Are they distancing themselves because it’s their way of breaking the connection? Their way of telling me it’s over?
I’ve grown so much as a person, learned so much about myself and my needs and what I want in life. The truth is I’m so far from home but I’ve never felt such a sense of belonging. No matter what choices I make, in my parents’ eyes I can’t do anything right. But with Bray and Ty, I can’t do anything wrong. They encourage me to be me, do what makes me happy.
I finish putting the last of the dishes away and glance out the kitchen window. When it comes right down to it, I want to set up a practice here, in a place where I feel like I can make a difference. Maybe I should talk to the guys, see if perhaps we could have something more permanent. The truth is I’m in love with them. I know we’ve all grown close, but is it possible they feel the same way about me? I know a trio is unorthodox, but, well…who really cares?
Maybe they do?
Why else would they be pulling away from me? Unease moves through my veins once again, and I turn when I hear a noise at the door. My heart drops into my stomach when I see the pretty brunette who’d been all over Ty the other day.
“Have you been having fun playing house?” she asks as she saunters in and pulls a chair out, like she’s very comfortable in the villa.
I press my back against the counter. “Excuse me?”
The girl laughs and says, “I’m Jennie by the way. The girl they used to play with before you, and will again when you leave.”
“I…”
“What?” she says, laughing. “Did you think you were the first girl they shared?”
“No…I…”
“You’re not the first, and you cer
tainly won’t be the last.” She waves her hand. “They do this kind of thing with their guests all the time.”
I look down. While I suspected they had shared women in the past, it didn’t seem like something they did on a regular basis. Actually, I thought we had something special growing between us, a deeper bond than just sex. Was I totally wrong?
You’re a hit it and quit it kind of girl.
