Page 27 of My Three Hometown Alphas

I don’t even think about what I’m doing; my body just moves on its own. I twist on the seat so my thighs are now on either side of his hips.

His large hands settle on my bare thighs. One of his fingers teases at the frayed hem of my denim shorts.

“What are you doing?” I breathe out because my mind can barely formulate a coherent thought with his hands on me like this.

“Fuck if I know,” he says, shaking his head like he’s just as confused as I am.

Well, that’s some comfort, at least. Right?

His grip on my thighs tightens for a second before he slides his hands up to my hips. “Come on, angel.”

He lifts me from the truck like I weigh no more than a feather, setting me before him on the dirt lot.

Reaching down, he retrieves his bag from where he must have set it on the ground. He takes two steps toward the field, then pauses.

He looks at me over his shoulder, giving me a wink before continuing to walk away. I have to lean back against the truck to keep from melting to the ground.

What the fuck?

How am I going to stay away from these men if they’re going to do things like that? My heart is pounding, and certain parts of mine are tingling with awareness.

While things might not be the same between all three of the brothers, they have all contributed to this confused, horny state I currently find myself in.

“Ugh…” I groan, pushing off the truck and making my way toward the field.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Will

“No,”Lyla screeches when I slide the bookmark into the book we’ve been reading. “We have to read another chapter.”

“It’s late, kid. We already read four chapters.”

“But it’s my turn to read next. Don’t you want me to be a good reader?” she says with her most innocent smile.

Nice try, kid.I swear she’s going to be a lawyer when she grows up with her negotiating tactics.

“It’s bedtime,” I say firmly, trying to keep from smiling.

She flops back dramatically onto her pillow, and I have to fight an eye roll.

“I’m not going to be able to think about anything else until I know what happens,” she groans, pulling her blanket up over her.

“I guess you’ll have some good dreams trying to figure it out, then,” I say, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Love you, kid.”

She sighs and nestles her cheek against her purple pillowcase. “Love you, too.”

“Sleep well,” I say before closing her door.

The house is surprisingly quiet for eight o’clock at night. Miles went out for a late run and hasn’t gotten back yet, and Owen disappeared into his room shortly after dinner.

I walk by the main bedroom with an ensuite bathroom that still sits untouched, even though we’ve lived in this house for over two years.

When we moved in, none of us could decide who would take it. It’s a five-bedroom house, so there were enough other rooms for all of us.

I grab some clean clothes from my dresser. As I’m turning to go take a shower, something bright red catches my eye out the window.

Avery is wearing a bright red oversized hoodie. She’s hauling one of the chairs from her kitchen to the grass behind the guesthouse.