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. “Follow 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.
I follow Aly into her bedroom. She hasn’t been sleeping in there since that first night, but she’s yet to move her suitcase. Maybe that’s her way of keeping a modicum of distance—a reminder that this is an affair.
I want more, goddammit.
“Where are we going?” she asks and puts her hands on her hips.
“To Pearls.”
“Pearls?”
“Night club.”
“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?”
“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.