Page 10 of Big Catch
Trying for casual, despite the storm brewing inside me, I say, “I couldn’t sleep and came to see if you wanted to go for a run.” I wouldn’t have barged into his room if I’d thought Alyssa was in here with him—a well-fucked Alyssa, judging by the flush on her cheeks. Last night I’d gone to her room, only to find it empty. Little did I think she was in bed with my best friend.
Fuck me.
“I… Oh my God,” she says again. A strangled noise crawls out of her throat. Face going pale, she clutches her chest, and her towel comes undone and falls to the floor, giving me an unobstructed view of her gorgeous body. When I see the panic, I make a move to retrieve the towel for her, but stop when she snatches it from the floor and holds it against her chest.
“I thought…” She pauses and once again looks from me to Tyler and back to me again. She points a shaky finger at me. “I thought you…”
As I take in her alarm, the way her gaze is darting back and forth, understanding hits like a slap to the face. Jesus Christ. She mixed us up. Talk about a fucked-up situation. Disappointment morphs to desire at that realization, but then my stomach squeezes when distress radiates from her body. I’ll have none of that. She’s here to de-stress, and I’d already vowed to do everything in my power to help with that.
“You thought Tyler was me,” I say quietly.
She nods, and I brace my hands on the doorframe over my head. Her gaze goes to my bare chest, and lust grabs me by the ball sack as I admire her from afar. I don’t miss the slow embers of desire dancing in her big doe’s eyes before she quickly jerks away at the sound of Tyler’s voice.
“What the fuck?” Tyler says. “You thought I was Bray?”
“Yeah.”
He grins and stretches out on the bed, not an ounce of modesty about him as his early morning boner tents the sheets. “Well, I hope you’re not too disappointed.”
“Why…why did you sleep with me?” she asks, her eyes wide and confused as they take in his erection. “You don’t even know me.”
“Come on. A hot woman comes into your room and wants to play doctor, you don’t question it. You go for it.” Tyler meets my gaze. “I got your text earlier about Josie, and actually thought Alyssa was her. Can’t say as I’m sorry for
the mix-up.” His unapologetic grin widens as he turns back to Alyssa. “But the real question is, did you have fun?” he asks, breaking the tension before we all get too caught up in it.
Her gaze skirts back to me, and she scrapes her teeth over her bottom lip, a warm flush crawling up her neck. “I…did,” she croaks out, and I love her for her honesty.
“Then that’s all that matters,” my easy-going friend says, none the wiser as to how much I wanted this woman in my bed. I’ve not mentioned her over the last year, and Tyler’s right—if a hot woman comes into your room, you don’t question it.
She pulls her gaze away, then it flashes back to me, like she’s waiting for my response. “I’m glad you had a good time.” It’s true. I am glad. I’m also glad it was with Tyler. Judging from the sated look my best friend put on her face, she is well on her way to a relaxing vacation—her whole reason for being here. “I’m just sorry I wasn’t involved,” I say honestly and watch her face for a reaction. Is she still open to the idea of crawling in my bed? Or better yet…
She stands poker straight for a moment, like she doesn’t know what to make of that, then lowers her head, stares at her bare feet—Jesus, those painted toenails have my cock throbbing—and says, “I should go.”
I straighten, refusing to let her be embarrassed. She’s a woman with needs and should own her sexuality, play however and with whomever she likes. “Really? Because here I was thinking you should stay. We both should.”
Her fingers grip the towel tighter, and even from where I’m standing I can see her body vibrate. Is it from excitement or fear? Yeah, I want her, and I’m happy to share her with my friend during her stay, but I want her willing.
“I…I…” She glances at Tyler, and he shifts on the bed to make room for both of us.
“Bed could use a little warming up,” he says as he taps it. “You two get your asses over here and help me with that.”
“Oh. My. God,” she whispers. “What, what are you suggesting?”
I hover at the door and say, “That we finish what we never got to start.”
When her eyes glaze with desire, it’s all the encouragement I need. Moving with renewed purpose, I kick the door shut and walk toward her. Her mouth forms a perfect little O as she looks at Tyler then back at me. “You mean…”
“What I mean is”—I touch her cheek with the backs of my fingers—“you work hard, Aly, and you came here to relax, right?” She nods, and I continue, “Let us help you with that. Let us take care of you and show you that hard work deserves hard play.”
She hesitates for a long moment, and I wonder if I pushed her too far too fast. It’s clear she’s an innocent, and it probably took a lot of courage for her to seduce me—or rather, Tyler—last night. But the heat in her body, the intrigue in her eyes, tells me she wants to play—and dammit, I want to play with her.
She blinks up at me, a new air of mischievousness about her. My balls tighten as I take in the gleam in her eyes. She pokes my chest. “I guess I did promise you a little mouth-to-mouth lesson.”
As soon as the words spill from her lips, I push her against the wall, drag her hands over her head, and run my tongue over her bottom lip. Fuck, I’ve been dying for a taste of her since that first kiss in the salt marsh, dying to expand it and lick every sweet inch of her body.
“Maybe even a few anatomy lessons,” I add. I push my knee between her legs, and she lets out a little erotic sound when the knot in her towel slips. “Since Tyler and I own this place, you’d be helping us learn, and killing two birds with one stone, so to speak.”
“That’s very logical thinking,” she says.
