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Jackson’s cock at Ty’s plea. As her lips traveled up and down on Jackson, Ty moved in tandem from behind.  Brooke closed her eyes and savored the feeling of two cocks in her at the same time. Ty’s breath blew ragged behind her and his finger found her clit. Jackson kept a tight control on her movement with his grasp on her hair. His raspy gasps intertwined with Ty’s husky moans. It was intoxicating. She grazed Jackson’s balls with her fingernails right before pulsing heat hit the back of her throat and Jackson’s groans filled her ears.
    Ty’s hand clamped down hard on her clit sending her closer to the edge.
    Jackson cupped her cheeks in his massive palms.
    “I want to watch you lose control,” Jackson said and brushed the hair from her face.
    “Come for me, darlin’. Now,” Ty’s command pushed her over the top.  Her walls clamped down on his pulsing cock, milking his come into the latex barrier. She moaned his name and collapsed into Jackson’s arms. Ty leaned on his arms on either side of her. His uneven breath blew at the side of her face.
    “You alright, princess?”
    “Perfect. Simply perfect,” she said sleepily.
     
     

Chapter Twelve
     
    Brooke wheeled her suitcase to the door and left it for the bellman. Taking one last look around, her gaze came to rest at the Playroom door. She stopped herself from entering and recapturing just a little piece of the pleasure from the night before. She’d bet her next paycheck it still smelled like sex. No. She allowed herself a diversion and it was time to reenter reality stronger and more confident than when she left it. What happened in the Playroom did more for her than a year’s worth of therapy.
    She smiled at the thought and answered the knock at the door.
    “My bag is—oh.”
    She was shocked to see Ty standing in front of her instead of the bellman she’d expected. He was clean-shaven and wearing a worn pair of jeans and a casual button down shirt.
    “Hey,” he said and handed her a single red rose. “I would’ve brought you a dozen but thought you’d have a hard time bringing them on the plane.”
    “Thank you,” she said. Her fingers grazed his when she reached for the rose. An image of his hands on her body flashed through her mind. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”
    “We dozed off together last night. Jax and I thought it was best to leave while you slept and avoid any weird discomfort but I couldn’t let you leave without seeing you again.”
    Brooke moved to the side to let him walk past toward the sofa. She checked out his ass when he walked by . Dam n . She sat next to him and he took her hand.
    “We’re cut from the same cloth, you know. You and me,” Ty said.
    “Meaning?”
    “We’re driven and successful in our careers but slightly relationship challenged. I’ll just cut to the chase here, Brooke. I want to see you again.”
    Brooke took a deep breath. “Ty, I’m not ready for all of that.” She waved her hand toward the Playroom door. “It was amazing but it’s not me.”
    Ty let go of her hand, leaned his elbows on his knees and looked straight ahead. He spoke slowly. “I don’t know how to explain this so you’ll believe me, but that isn’t me either. If it were, I would’ve had a true Dom/sub scene with you. I would’ve given you what you asked for on paper. I knew it wasn’t what you really needed. Jax and I fought about it all day. I almost didn’t let him in with us.”
    “Why did you?”
    Ty turned to face her. “I saw how you looked at that threesome the night in the lounge. You wanted it and at some point I know you would’ve had it. Maybe not this weekend, but you would’ve been back. It was the only way for me to have some control of the situation while satisfying your fantasy.”
    Brooke let out a deep breath. “Damn it, Ty. I wanted you and I thought the only way to have you was with Jackson.”
    “What made you think that?” He asked and sat back