by Cathryn Fox
Heat moves through me at the sexy reminder, and teasing back, I say, “Oh, don’t worry. I would have reminded you if you had.”
His laughter goes through me, and my heart swells. God, I love when he laughs like that—in fact I love a lot of things about him.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
We slip inside the quiet house. The guests are out, doing their own thing for the morning, and Ty takes me upstairs as Bray goes to the kitchen. He crouches, turns on the bath water, checks the temperature, and crooks his finger.
“Come here.”
I step up to him, and he grips the hem of my dress. He stands, and in one quick move, he peels the material over my head. A growl catches in my throat as I stand before him in nothing but my bra and panties. God, when he looks at me like that, it makes me feel so beautiful and wanted. Like he doesn’t want to just hit it and quit it.
“I’m glad you came into the wrong room,” he says again, and drops back down onto the edge of the tub. I run my fingers through his hair as he pulls me to him and presses his head to my stomach. He just holds me like that for a long time, then when the bath fills, I remove my bra and panties, and he helps me in.
“Feels so nice,” I say as I slide into the hot water. Ty grabs a cloth, dips it into the tub, and runs it over my body. “A girl could get used to this,” I say and close my eyes as I lean back.
“Here’s hoping,” he says quietly, and my lids flicker open. My gaze darts to his, but he’s looking down, washing my body, so I can’t read him. I’m about to ask him what he means. Does he want me to get used to this? If so, why? He knows I’m leaving in a week. Why would he want me to get used to it, unless…?
“Thought you’d like to have a cup of coffee,” Bray says, coming into the room and scattering my thoughts.
“Thanks.”
Ty takes it from him, helps himself to a small sip, then hands it to me. I breathe in the delicious scent and take a much-needed drink to clear my head. Obviously, he meant nothing by “here’s hoping,”’ and I need to clear all foolish, girly thoughts from my brain. This is sex. Not love. Besides it’s not like I could continue a relationship with both these guys.
“I made some grilled cheese,” Bray says, his look sheepish. “I’m kind of limited in the kitchen. Which is why we have Becca.”
“I love grilled cheese.” I think about Becca being off work for a while. “Since you boys need more than pancakes and grilled cheese to get you through the day, I’d love to help in the kitchen until I leave. I actually like cooking. It’s a creative outlet for me.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth the atmosphere in the room changes. Both men go stiff. “Um, did I say something wrong?”
“No,” Bray says quickly—too quickly. “You’re on vacation, and you’re not cooking.”
“I really want to. I want to take care of you guys.”
Ty slides Bray a look I don’t understand, and I wonder if I overstepped my boundaries.
“Don’t want to get used to your fine cooking. We’ll only miss it when you’re gone,” Bray says.
What if I don’t want to go?
“Let’s get you out of there and feed you,” Ty says. He rubs his stomach. “I know I’m starving.”
I stand, and he throws a big towel around me and guides me to the bedroom. We all climb onto the bed, sit crossed-legged, and Bray grabs the tray full of grilled cheese from the nightstand and places in front of us.
I take a big bite and cheese oozes from the bread. “Oh. My. God. This is delicious.”
Bray laughs. “That’s only because you’re starving.”
I look at Bray then at Ty. “Um, why is it I’m the only one undressed?”
“You’re not undressed. You have a towel on.”
“Not for long, though,” Bray says, so casually it surprises me.
I laugh. “I want you both naked, now.”
“Pretty bossy,” Ty says as he reaches behind his back to tug off his T-shirt. I let my gaze move over his hard body, acknowledge the flare of desire between my legs, then turn to Bray, waiting for him to strip. He tugs his shirt off, and when he tosses it, I resist the urge to pinch myself. How did I ever get so lucky to end up with these two amazing men?
I point downward. “And your pants.”
“You see how drippy these sandwiches are?” Bray says, pulling the bread from his mouth as a string of cheese stretches with it.
“Yeah.” I take another big bite and chew.
“If any of this hot cheese lands on my dick, it’s going to put me out of commission.”
I cover my mouth to stop a chuckle.
“You think that’s funny?”
“A little.”
“You’ve got a sick fucking sense of humor,” Ty says, laughing.
“That’s because she’s been hanging around you too long,” Bray says.
I start to laugh harder, and I don’t know why. Exhaustion probably. Or maybe it’s because I’m having the best time of my life. The guys look at me like I’ve grown a second head.
“Fine, if you want me naked and risk getting cheese on my dick, then I’ll get naked.” Bray stands and rips off his pants. He kicks them away and turns to me and when I see his erection, hard and ready, it doesn’t seem so funny anymore.
“Tell you what,” I say, the room charging with sexual energy. “If you burn yourself, I can kiss it better.”
Ty groans. “When you say things like that, it makes me want to fuck that grilled cheese sandwich.” I laugh, but it’s edgy and full of need.
Feeling naughty and playful, I wipe the crumbs from my finger and go up on my hands and knees. “I could show you how I’d make you feel all better.”
Bray’s rigid stomach muscles flex as he takes his cock into his hands, and my mouth waters, wanting a taste. His palm skates over his shaft, and his head darkens and swells.
“You got a mouth made for sin, sweetness.” The deepness in his voice curls my toes. He steps up to the side of the bed, and positions his cock near my mouth. The fire in his eyes licks me from head to toe, and my temperature jumps to inferno level. “Show me what you can do with it,” he says, his voice dropping an octave as he goes from playful to intense in seconds flat. I flick my tongue out to taste him, and from behind, Ty removes my towel. His hands slide around my body and cup my breasts. I moan and arch into his touch as I lean forward and pull Bray into my mouth.
Bray’s big hands go to my hair, and he pulls it back to watch the way I take him. I lick and suck, and he swells so nicely beneath my ministrations. Pre-cum pools on the end, and I moan in delight when I lick it. The sound seems to do something to Bray.
“I want to fuck your mouth, sweetness,” he grunts out, a new, fierce intensity about him. “I want all my cum inside you.”
As my insides flutter, amazed at how crazy I can make these men, Ty sheds his pants and reaches into his nightstand. Foil crinkles, then he moans. I don’t need to turn around to know he’s sheathing himself, getting ready to take me from behind. He strokes my ass, his pleasure resonating through me. He caresses my cheeks softly, and I lean forward, taking Bray so deep into my throat, I nearly choke. But I don’t care. I want him deep, want to choke. Want every goddamn inch of him—both these men—inside me.
Ty teases my opening with his cock, then slaps it against my ass. I move against him, but he grabs my hips to hold me, letting me know he’s the one in control here. That thought makes me wetter, hotter.
I breathe in the warm scent of Bray’s skin as I run my tongue over the tip of his cock. He throbs against me and gives a little tug on my hair as he rocks into me. Delirious with pleasure, my body trembles, and I’m sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.
Ty gives me another spanking, and tension rises in me. I glance at him over my shoulder, take in his sexy yet mischievous grin.
“You want something?” he asks.
“Please…” I cry my voice full of want.
“You begging for my cock?”
“Yes,” I whimper and take Bray back into my mouth.
“You just keep sucking Bray real good like that, and I’ll feed you my big cock.”
I make a noise, and it vibrates around Bray’s cock. He swells even more, his veins racing with hot blood. I greedily draw him into my mouth, relishing the width, taste, and texture.
God, these two men, so easy to be with, so fun to play with. If I could have it my way, I’d stay here with them forever. But that’s a silly thought, because I have a life to get back to. Good God, what would my conservative parents think if I moved in permanently with two men, not that they’re asking for long term.
That thought evaporates when Ty’s fingers bite into my hips and shoves his huge cock all the way inside me. My sex tightens and contracts as he seats himself in deep, making me feel so gloriously full.
“Oh, yes,” I cry out around Bray’s cock as Ty reaches around my body to stroke my aching clit.
“Fuck, Aly,” Bray says. “You’ve got me right there.”
I moan and balance on one hand as I cup his balls and gently massage. They pull up into his body, and I lift my head to see him.
“I want all your cum inside me,” I whisper with effort, my approaching orgasm messing with my ability to speak.
His eyes darken, and his nostrils flare at my brazen words. “Don’t move a fucking muscle,” he says. “Stay just like that, and keep that dirty mouth open for me.”
As I comply, he tugs my hair, forcing my mouth open wider, then jerks forward, fucking my mouth and taking what he needs.
Yes, just like that. Use me. Take it all.
“You keep sucking like that, sweetness. I’ll give you all my cum. I’ll fill you up with it.”
I nod, but remain still as he ravages my mouth, and from behind Ty rides me furiously. He applies pressure to my clit and a violent shudder overtakes me.
“Fuck, yeah,” Ty says. “Come all over my cock. Show me just how much you like us fucking you like this.”
His words turn me on even more, and just as my body begins to tighten and ripple, Bray grabs my head to hold it still and spurts down my throat. I drink him in, my vibrating body shattering completely. I milk him with my mouth as I come around Ty’s cock, my sex muscles squeezing his orgasm right out of him. Ty growls, and we all hold each other, everything about what the three of us are doing feeling so intimate, so right. God, I’m falling so hard for these two men who touch me and pleasure me with worshipping hands. A cry catches in my throat, and I swallow it down, berating myself for feeling more than lust.
Ty pulls out of me, discards the condom, and grabs my hips to settle me in beside him. I swallow against a scratchy throat, and Bray hands me a glass of water.
“Drink,” he says. I take a sip then hand it to Ty. He drinks and gives it to Bray. I snuggle down between them, and both men place a soft kiss on my forehead as they tuck me in. The affectionate gestures—not physical but emotional—have my heart beating double time. God when they touch me like that, caring for me so deeply, it has me wondering if we could have something more permanent between us. Is it possible? Do I dare hope?
Ty puts his mouth close to my ear. “One orgasm down, twenty-four more to go,” he teases.
My lids slide shut, and a quiver moves through me as I think about being with these two men over and over again.
“Don’t even think about slipping from this bed while we sleep. We start again as soon as your eyes open,” Bray whispers, like he can’t get enough of me, like he wants to keep me in this bed forever.
That would be so nice.
But it isn’t possible.
Chapter Seven
Braydon
The late-day sun pours over me as I pound the last nail into the new back deck I’ve been building. Once done, I glance at Ty and Aly as they jump the surf in the distance. I grin. This trip is just what she needed. It’s hard to believe one full week has passed since we took Alyssa under our care. But it’s not just the incredible sex that has me all twisted up inside. It’s the way she’s so open and loving, and how she cares so deeply for others. When she brought Becca’s baby into the world, I thought my heart was going to explode. She’s different from every other woman I’ve been with, and I know this started out as sex, but she sees Ty and me for the men we really are inside. No other woman has ever bothered to look.
A laugh reaches my ears as my best bud picks her up and spins her, pretending to toss her into the water. I grin as she shrieks and wraps her arms around him to hold on tighter. Thunderous roars reach my ears. It’s been a long time since I heard him laugh like that. I sit on the deck and wipe the moisture from my forehead, my pulse pounding as I watch them. I’ve never seen Ty look at a woman the way he looks at Aly.
Dragging her in close, Ty drops a kiss onto her mouth. Being with her feels different. Not just for me but for Ty, too. It’s pretty easy to see my best friend is falling for her—hard. I feel a moment of possessiveness. I’d backed off when I thought Jennie wanted Ty to herself—I owe that man so much. But this time. Well, this time I’m pretty fucking certain I can’t step back. The truth is, I want her, too.
What’s mine is yours.
While that’s always been true, neither of us has been in love before. Would those rules still apply, or would this tear us apart? Who’s to say Aly would want both or either of us long term, anyway. She has a life to get back to, and a family who truly cares about her, even if they are trying to run her life, and I wouldn’t want to do anything to come between them. Family is the only thing I ever wanted in life but never thought I could really have. I never want to end up like my father, or hurt those I care about.
“Not going to happen… You’re a good man, Bray.”
I think about Aly’s words. I guess at twenty-nine, if I haven’t turned out like him by now, I’m not going to.
I shake my head. What the fuck ever happened to just having a good time? Tyler was the one looking to settle down. Not me. Not until Alyssa.
Shit.
They race up the beach toward me, and I shake my head to get it on right. Aly grabs my hand when she reaches me.
“Come on, Bray. You’ve been working too hard.”
“Shit, Aly, I’m dressed.”
“Then get undressed.”
I hop and try to kick off my boots as she drags me to the water. I manage to get them off by the time she hauls me into the surf, but not my jeans. The cold water feels good against my skin, but not nearly as nice as Aly does. I pull her to me, and her pert nipples rub my bare chest as I toy with the string on her bikini.
“Get in here Ty,” she says.
As Ty wades out, I glance around. The beach is fairly quiet this time of the day, just a few couples lying on their towels, and from the look in Aly’s eyes I know she’s got something sexy on her mind.
Her hand cups my cock through my pants, and I swell. “Jesus, Aly.”
Ty grins when he reaches us, and Aly slides her hand into his swimming shorts.
“Fuck, yeah,” he says, so open to anything and everything.
I pop open my button to give her access, and when her small palm closes over my bare flesh, I nearly shoot off.
She moans. “You like that, bad girl. You like doing us both out here where we could get caught.”
Her eyes widen in delight as she glances around. “Maybe.”
Ty and I grin, and I brush her hair from her face. “We’ve corrupted you.”
“Thank God,” she says. “All week I’ve wanted both cocks in my hands, but all you guys can think about is getting inside me. Now is my turn to just touch you.”
Ty places his hand on her face, a loving gesture. “But we like touching you, putting our cocks in all your hot, tight places.”
She moans at that and works her hands over our shafts. The water isn’t ideal for lubrication, but Aly doesn’t seem to be having a problem.
“I wish I could take you both into my mouth right now.”
“You can,” I say. “Follo
w me and don’t even think about taking your hand off my dick.”
She smiles, and I lead her to a spot where there are rocks jutting out of the water. We go behind them for a modicum of privacy, and I press on her shoulder until she’s on her knees before us.
“Suck my cock, Aly. Please, fuck. I need to feel that sweet mouth wrapped around me.”
I need it so much it’s fucking frightening.
Ty groans and gathers her hair as she takes my cock into her mouth first. Her hand still works Tyler’s, and his hips jerk forward to meet each stroke.
“So good. So, fucking good.”
I steal a glance at my best friend, take in the look on his face as he watches Aly. Bliss, and something else… Something that looks an awful lot like love fills his expression.
Fuck me.
She turns her attention to Ty’s dick and takes him in deep. I rock against her hand, pleasure zapping my balls. For the next few minutes, she works that sweet mouth over our cocks, taking turns with each of us until were teetering on the edge. The second her mouth closes over my crown, I let go and shoot my cum down her throat. Ty moans, and I know he’s holding tight for his turn. She licks me clean then treats Ty to the same pleasure.
When she finishes, we reach for her and help her to her feet. I pull her to me, and Ty puts his arms around her, all three of us holding each other. I look at my friend. Does he know I’m in love with her, too? If so, what the hell are we going to do about this?
As the sun sets on the horizon, I inch back. “Come on. Let’s go get dressed. We’re going out tonight.”
“I thought we’d stay in,” she says, and we don’t miss the meaning.
“Oh, don’t worry, we’re going to be in,” I say and exchange a look with Ty. He grins, knowing exactly what I have in mind.
We hurry back to the house, empty now that last week’s guests have checked out, and next week’s aren’t coming in until tomorrow. With Becca still home caring for her newborn, Aly helped us wash all the linens and get everything ready for the new arrivals. She’s also been cooking for us, and yeah, we’re getting too goddamn used to having her around.