The heaviness of sleep began to subside, and Tyrell felt himself drift toward consciousness. The scent of Abbey and sex filled his nostrils as he buried his face into his pillow. Images of the night before flickered behind his closed eyelids, and his cock began to swell. His lips curled into a grin.
Great, he mused as he became aware of the rays of the sunlight streaming around the heavy curtains pulled closed across the sliding glass doors. There’ll be no relieving my bladder until I relieve the ache in my balls.
The realization that today was Saturday pleased him. It would allow him and Trent the opportunity to learn more about their Abbey. It would be perfect: they would have all day today, tonight, and tomorrow to explore the possibilities. As he thought of sliding into Abbey’s wet heat for another full night, his balls threatened to unload.
Abbey’s answers to their questions the night before had been guarded. Tyrell had suspected as much as they talked. He didn’t blame her for being cautious: they were strangers, after all. But that would change very soon. Her facial expressions combined with the darkening of the emerald green in her eyes told him she had held back. The attraction the three of them shared was genuine and strong, and Tyrell intended to take that attraction to the next level. He was not prepared to allow Abbey to walk away from him and Trent. Not now.
Tyrell knew of a terrific family restaurant around the corner where they could go for breakfast. Of course, that would be after he and Trent had their fill of their vivacious temptress. Might be better to plan on brunch, he mused. The thought of her sandwiched between him and his brother near did Tyrell in. After brunch, Tyrell planned on taking Abbey back to their home for a swim, dinner, conversation, and -- most importantly -- more lovemaking.
If he had his way, Abbey would be head over heels -- just as he felt he was -- and she would be in no hurry to leave them.
Don’t push it, he told himself. Let’s just take things one step at a time.
The night before, Abbey had been forthcoming in admitting she was unattached, and Tyrell took that tidbit of information as a good omen. Sexually speaking, it was clear Abbey was more than comfortable with being with both him and Trent, but Tyrell was curious as to how receptive she would be to sharing her life with two men. The fireball sleeping between them fulfilled each of them. Tyrell himself felt it down to the very core of his being.
No more wasting precious time, he thought. It was time to begin the first day of the rest of their lives.
Shifting to his left, Tyrell extended his arm to reach for his lover and felt cool space where her body should have been. Lifting his head at the same time he opened his eyes, he spotted Trent still asleep on the other side of the king-size bed.
But no Abbey.
Cocking his head to one side, Tyrell listened. An unsettling silence filled his ears. As he sat up and looked around the dimly lit hotel room, Tyrell realized that he and Trent were alone.
Abbey was gone.
Rolling over, Tyrell tossed the sheet back and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Scanning the room again, he stood and walked toward the door leading out to the balcony and threw the curtains open.
“What the fuck?” Trent growled from the bed.
“Get up,” Tyrell said. “Abbey’s gone.”
Trent sat up like a shot. “What do you mean she’s gone?” he stammered, threw the sheet covering him to the side, and leaped from the bed. After snatching his underwear off the chair beside the bed, he stepped into them. “Where’s Abbey?”
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“She left.”
“After what we shared last night? What do you mean she left?” Tyrell read the discontent and confusion on his brother’s face as Trent scanned the hotel room. There was no sign of Abbey or any other indication she’d even spent time in the room. “We have to find her.”
“You want her?” Tyrell asked, already knowing Trent’s answer. For some reason he wanted to hear the words from his brother’s own mouth.
“Fucking right I want her,” Trent snapped back. “I’ll be more than happy to love her all by myself, buddy, if you aren’t interested.” Trent pulled himself to his full six-feet-four height in challenge. “You just say the word.”
Tyrell felt incredible pride at hearing his brother profess his intentions toward Abbey. He knew that the decision they were about to make, the path they were about to travel, would change life as they knew it. Tyrell had never felt so strongly and passionately about anyone before Abbey.
“You will not have Abbey to yourself, Trent,” Tyrell informed his brother, not giving in to Trent’s asinine attempt to intimidate him. “I want her as well.”
The two men pulled their jeans on at the same time, still looking around the room.
“Well, let’s go then,” Trent said. “We’ll start at the registration desk.”
“Give me a minute. I need to take a leak,” Tyrell announced. “And I was looking forward to easing the pressure in my balls with our Abbey this morning, but it looks as though I’ll have to take matters into my own hand.”
“Well, you can pull it on your own time. We need to get the hell out of here and find Abbey. Who knows how long she’s been gone.”
Having struck out at the hotel’s registration desk, Trent and Tyrell stormed into several shops around the block in hopes of finding their Abbey. But luck was not on their side on such a gorgeous morning. The sun shone bright in the sky, and a gentle breeze blew around them.
Conceding temporary defeat in their search, they made their way back to the Deli to retrieve Trent’s car. The streets began to come to life with the openings of the various shops lining either side. People hustled along the sidewalks going about their business.
All around them life appeared to be moving forward, yet something significant was missing from Trent’s and Tyrell’s. Their Abbey was gone. Vanished from their lives with nothing more than a note scribbled on a piece of hotel stationery:
To my Trent and Tyrell,
Thank you are not the words I want to use because they just don’t seem appropriate for what we have shared. But I am grateful to you both for bringing life to a once in a lifetime fantasy. The memories you’ve given me will keep me warm through the night for the rest of my life. I cannot express how deeply you have touched a piece of my soul. I’ll never forget either of you.
Love,
A
Trent replayed the words on the missive over and over again in his mind. Was it only just about the sex for Abbey? he wondered. But not for a minute did he believe it. Her aura had called out to his. There was an attraction beyond the physical. It had been evident in her touch and unmistakable in her eyes. When he looked into her eyes, it was as if Abbey had opened her soul to him. She had been unable to hide anything from his searching gaze and caressing hands.
The personal information she’d shared with them, though very little, had revealed an intelligent yet vulnerable woman. Trent knew the moment he’d touched Abbey, he would not be able to let her go. Emotionally or physically. He needed to be a part of every nuance of her life. She was sensual and giving.
Abbey was meant to be his. Theirs. Of this there was no doubt in his mind.
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