My Three Hometown Alphas: A Spicy Small Town Reverse Harem Romance, page 12
He doesn’t seem fazed, though. He’s only concerned about sliding his tongue against me, discovering me in this new way.
I don’t even care that his dripping body is pressed against mine, making me as wet as he is. In more ways than one.
I just want more of him. I want to touch, to kiss every inch of him.
He wraps his arms around me, moving me up against the pillows. His large body settles between my thighs. His hard length grinds against me as he resumes the kiss.
My hands are everywhere, exploring every ridge and valley of his body I can reach. One of my hands dips below the waistband of his boxers, my nails scraping against his ass.
“Fuck,” he gasps, pulling his lips away from mine.
He moves back enough to slide his hands up under my oversized T-shirt. Fingers inch over my ribs, grazing across my nipples.
“Ahh,” I whimper.
His touch is gone for a second before my shirts is tugged over my head.
“So pretty,” he says, reverently running his thumbs over my peaked nipples.
His lips are back on mine in the next breath, like he can’t stand to be separated from me for another second. Our last pieces of wet clothing are removed between drugging kisses that make my head feel fuzzy and my clit throb with need.
I wrap my legs around him as he hovers above me. “Condom?” he asks, obviously restraining himself from pushing inside my dripping pussy, which is already begging for his attention.
“I’m on birth control,” I say, barely controlling my own need. “And clean, if you trust your brothers.”
I half-expect him to cringe at my words, but he just nods.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, running his thumb down the side of my face.
I don’t even think about it. “Yes,” I say because I do, whole-heartedly.
“Good,” he says, easing in the slightest amount. “Because I don’t want anything between us.”
“Me either,” I say, running my hands across his toned back.
All the air escapes my lungs as he thrust all the way inside of me.
My brain goes hazy at the feel of him plunging so deep. It’s a feeling I know I’ll never forget, not that I’ll want to.
At first, his pace is slow and measured. It seems he’s intent on torturing me on the climb. His lips worship me as he peppers kisses across my skin with every thrust of his hips.
In my blissed-out state, I lose track of time. I’m only in tune with the feeling of his body and mine.
We roll over until I’m straddling his waist with his cock still buried deep. I brace my palms against his chest as I start to grind against him.
His head falls back against the pillows, but it quickly snaps back up to look at me. His hands encompass my thighs as a pained look crosses his face.
“Baby, I need you to come,” he rasps.
Knowing I’m the one making him lose control is a heady feeling that sends me spiraling toward the edge. I forcefully slide my clit against him on the next few rotations of my hips, and I fall off the cliff’s edge.
He pulls me down so my chest is flush against him as his own orgasm hits him like a freight train. “Fuck, baby,” he groans into my neck.
Inky waves of pleasure wash over me from my toes to the top of my head. My whole body is captured in this overwhelming feeling.
Our bodies stay glued together. The last ripples pass through each of us. We stay still until our breathing evens out and we settle back into reality.
He pulls my hair to the side, kissing my neck just below my ear. Rolling me to my back, he eases out of me.
I can’t help but stare at his ass when he moves into the bathroom. He comes back with a wet cloth that he gently cleans me with.
I don’t know what I expect after that, but him sliding in beside me isn’t it. He rolls me on my side, so he can snuggle in behind me.
One of his arms is wrapped around my waist, while he snakes the other under my head, so I’m laying on his bicep.
My brain can’t even process everything that happened tonight, but I don’t care to. I love having him here with me, and that’s enough.
His breath tickles my neck with each exhale.
“Thanks for rescuing me tonight,” I whisper, my eyes starting to flutter closed.
“Always,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
In the safety of his arms, with the sound of rain trickling against the window, I fall into one of the most peaceful sleeps of my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Owen
Will’s steps falter when he swings his office door open, finding Miles and me already inside.
“I guess this is happening now,” he says, more to himself than to us. He rounds his wooden desk, setting his coffee mug down along with his keys and phone.
“So, you finally stopped being a dumbass,” Miles says from where he’s leaning against the bookshelf.
Will’s head snaps up to look at our youngest brother. I think he’s going to snap back, but he shrugs. “I still think I’m being a dumbass, but I can’t stay away from her anymore.”
That’s a sentiment I think all three of us understand with stark clarity.
“Do you want her all to yourself?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
I’m not upset that things finally imploded between the two of them last night. The chemistry between them has been obvious the entire time she’s been in Aspen Springs.
I will, however, do something I’ve never done before and punch my brother in the face if he tries to take what little time I have with her away.
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “I knew you two already had something going on with her. I should have talked to you before…” His voice trails off as his mind clearly drifts back to last night. “It just happened.”
I know all too well how things can just happen when one Avery Davis is concerned.
“I’m not mad,” Miles says. “The tension between you two has been palpable for weeks. It was inevitable something was going to happen.”
Will smiles. “And you didn’t to share this knowledge with me?”
“I figured I’d let you exist for a little longer in your own delusional land where you thought you could resist her and be the ‘hero,’” he says, putting air quotes around the last word.
Will sighs in exasperation. He turns his gaze in my direction. “Are you upset?” he asks, taking in my still closed-off expression.
I let my arms fall to my sides. “No,” I say, shaking my head. There are things I don’t like about this situation with Avery, but it has nothing to do with my brothers’ involvement.
It has everything to do with the fact I can’t even call it a relationship and the looming end date when she will no longer be a part of my life.
“So, this is just for the summer?” Will asks.
“Yeah,” Miles and I both say. “Until she leaves for California,” Miles adds.
There is far less joy in his tone when stating this now versus when we first concocted this plan with Avery. I know he’d never admit it, but he’s starting to develop feelings for her, too.
I say “too” because I’ve had feelings for her for years. It only took one life-changing afternoon in a crowded airport terminal to solidify her place in my heart. Avery is just that caliber of woman.
I am so fucked. A pang slices through my heart at just the thought of her leaving.
“So, if she’s okay with this, we’re all on board?” Will asks, motioning between the three of us.
No. No, I’m definitely not one-hundred-percent okay with all of this, but what am I going to do? I want any fragment of time I can have with her.
If that’s only these last few weeks, then that’s what I’ll take. I’ll deal with the fallout when it comes, just like I always do.
I can’t help the surge of jealousy that rolls through me for the entire state of California.
Fuck me.
With a sigh I feel to my bones, I nod as Miles pulls out his phone. His fingers fly over the keys.
A moment later, my phone sounds with a message in the newly formed group chat with all my brothers and Avery.
Miles: Are you ready for all three of us, gorgeous?
Will groans, his eyes trained on his own phone.
“Really?” I asks, barely containing my eye roll.
“That was the best way to start that conversation?” Will asks, staring at Miles.
“Just wait for it,” Miles says, his smile never faltering.
All three of our phones ping as a new text appears in the group thread.
Avery: I guess the cat’s out of the bag.
Miles: If by “cat” you mean the fact you and Will fucked last night… then yes.
Will and I share an exasperated look but quickly go back to staring at our phones in anticipation of what she’ll say.
Avery: And it was some good fucking.
I love her bluntness.
The words are followed by emoji after emoji detailing exactly what happened. I don’t understand all of it, especially the tree and window emojis.
The look on Will’s face as he takes in the tiny pictures that continually pop up on his screen show he’s fallen deeper than he realizes.
Will: Noted… rebel.
An eye roll emoji pops up, which makes me laugh quietly.
There aren’t many women who are willing to go toe to toe with Will and stand up to him when he’s being hardheaded. I’m pretty sure that’s why none of his past relationships have lasted longer than a few months.
But Avery is ready to take him on step for step.
Avery: Owen?????? Are you there, too? Or do I need to send Search and Rescue out to find you?
Miles and Will both start laughing. I can’t help but smile as I type out a reply.
Me: I’m here, angel.
Me: That wouldn’t really work, though. I am Search and Rescue.
Avery: Ahh… He speaks. Not just being the creeper in the corner anymore.
This makes me laugh, too, along with my brothers. Somehow, she’s found a way to be the perfect fit for each of us.
Now we just need to savor these next few weeks, so those memories will last long after she’s gone.
I internally smack myself because I already know there’s no way in hell that’s ever going to happen. Whether it was one day, one week, or one year, no length of time would ever be enough with Avery.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Avery
I nearly vault off the chair where I’m currently sitting reading when a strong hand lands on my shoulder. My book flies out of my hands, falling to the grass.
I snap my head to the left, looking over my shoulder as my heart threatens to escape my chest with how fast it’s beating.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Owen says, almost sheepishly.
“I guess that military training is still engrained in you,” I say.
He tilts his head slightly to the side in acknowledgment, his hand extended in front of him. I bend to retrieve my book before sliding my hand in his.
He starts to walk toward the house, but I pull him back toward me. His eyes widen in confusion, but it disappears when I wrap my arms around him.
“Hey,” I say.
His smile is soft and comforting. “Hey, angel,” he says, running his hand up my back. He angles his head down so he can place a gentle kiss to my lips.
I revel in the moment for another minute before we both step back. He takes my hand once again as we continue the trek toward the main house.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask.
He points in front of him. “The house.”
“No shit,” I say, which earns me a smile.
“We wanted to spend the evening with you,” he says.
“Who’s we?” I ask, my mind going through all the possibilities. It’s still baffling that Will might be included in this “we.”
I’m not quite sure where he stands on the whole concept as a group. Is he really okay with it?
“Miles, Will, and me,” he says.
Oh, shit. It’s alright. I can do this.
I’ve had sex with all of them individually. I’ve even been with two of them at one time. I can handle three men. Right?
It isn’t that I don’t want it to happen. It’s just a lot.
Owen must sense my apprehension because he pauses on the front porch, turning me to face him. His large hands grip my shoulders.
“We’re just going to watch a movie and eat some Chinese takeout. None of us expects anything else to happen. If it does, okay. If not, that’s fine too.”
I take a deep breath, feeling more like myself now. I’m not usually the skittish type, but I am human.
I mean, three dicks… that’s a lot.
I lean up, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth in appreciation of his words and the fact he knew I needed them without me having to say anything.
Walking inside, I find the other two Kingston brothers sitting on their large sectional. They’ve changed the configuration to make it more of a bed.
There are pillows and blankets piled around it with far too many food containers stacked in the middle.
I kick off my sandals and glance down at the jeans I’m wearing. They aren’t exactly what I’d choose to wear for snuggling on the couch, but…
“I should have asked if you wanted to change,” Owen says from beside me.
“It’s okay,” I say, shrugging.
“T-shirt or sweatshirt,” Owen asks.
“Sweatshirt,” I say. It might be summer, but I will never say no to getting cozy, especially if it’s in guys’ clothes. With a nod, Owen turns, jogging up the stairs.
“You guys ordered a lot of food,” I say with a laugh.
“We didn’t know what you’d like,” Will says from where he’s leaning back against the back of the couch.
He’s wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a well-worn tee. It’s rare to see him this relaxed and casual. I like this look on him.
No, I love it.
“You could have asked,” I say.
“And ruin the surprise?” Miles asks.
“True,” I say. My head snaps from left to right. “Wait… Where’s Lyla?”
“Having a slumber party at our parents’ house,” Will says.
Oh. Oh…
Owen thankfully comes back downstairs just as my mind starts to wander. He hands me a huge black hoodie that’s soft and obviously well-loved.
I briefly consider sneaking into the downstairs bathroom to get changed but quickly push that though away.
Fuck it. They’ve all seen me naked before. They’ve all been inside me before. It won’t kill any of us for them to see me change.
With that, I undo the snap on my jeans, sliding them down my legs. I pull my maroon tank off, setting it on my jeans. Lastly, I unclasp my plain black bra, leaving me standing there in a pair of simple black boy shorts.
“Fuck me,” Miles groans, his head falling back against the cushions. “Now I’m second-guessing this whole meal situation.”
“Patience is a virtue,” I say, grabbing Owen’s hoodie. Just before I slide it over my head, I see Will and Owen’s eyes locked on me.
They might not have said anything like their younger brother, but the hunger in their eyes is just as evident.
Good. At least I’m not the only one swimming in lust.
The sweatshirt is so large on me it almost falls to my knees. Perfect.
I carefully make my way around the mound of food, settling between Miles and Will. “What did you order?” I ask, inhaling the delicious aroma coming from the boxes. Suddenly, I’m starving.
And not just for the food.
The action movie we all settled on plays on the screen in flashes of fast cars, loud music, and scantily dressed women. The food was put away over an hour ago, replaced by the piles of blankets and pillows.
I can honestly say I don’t know if I’ve ever been this comfortable. Owen’s sweatshirt is still wrapped around me and I can’t help but bring the collar up to my nose, inhaling his intoxicating sandalwood scent.
My head is resting against Will’s shoulder with his arm wrapped around me. Miles is snuggled on my other side, my hand held tight in his.
Owen sits on Will’s other side, and more often than not, I’ve found him looking at me instead of the movie.
My eyelids flutter closed, not from fatigue but from the deep sense of contentment this evening has brought me. There’s just something so easy about how this is all working out.
One would think having a… whatever it is we’re doing, with three brothers would be anything but simple. But it really is. It just works.
A lot of that probably stems from this not being anything serious or long term.
There’s no reason to have those big, life-altering conversations because I won’t be here long enough for it to matter. We’re just here enjoying things in the here and now.
My heart clenches in revolt of my thought process, but I shove it away. This is just the way it is.
Here and now.
I must doze off because when my eyes blink open, it’s pitch dark outside. The movie is done. There’s also something very hard pressing against my ass.
I sneak a peek over my shoulder at Miles who’s snuggled up behind me. He looks like he’s still asleep, but I don’t buy it.
“Having a good dream back there?” I whisper.
The corners of his mouth quirk upwards while his eyes remain closed.
I knew it.
His grip on my hip tightens. “It was just getting to the good part,” he whispers, his lips ghosting a kiss over my neck.
“What if the good part happened in real life instead of your dreams?” I ask.
“Mmm…” he hums, pulling back the collar of the hoodie to reveal more real estate for his kisses to land. “I think I could be persuaded.”
“I don’t think it will be very hard,” I say, emphasizing the last word.
He shoves his face into my neck to stifle his laugh. I slap one of my hands over my mouth to muffle my own.
