Page 31 of My Three Hometown Alphas

He guides me over to the queen-sized bed with a fluffy comforter covered in stripes of varying shades of gray. I kick off my shoes and socks and starfish across the bed.

I hear him laugh behind me, but I don’t turn to look. “Shut up,” I groan into the comforter.

There’s the sound of a drawer opening and closing, his shoes thudding against the floor, and then he’s climbing onto the bed.

He nudges my legs closer together so he can straddle my thighs. He scoots forward, and now he’s firmly pressed against my ass.

“Don’t get hard right now,” I say, keeping my face down.

“Refrain from wiggling that perfect ass against me, and I think I’ll manage,” he says, leaning down to press a kiss on my neck. I’m sure it’s a salty mess from all the sweating I did, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

I grind my ass back against him just once, biting my bottom lip.

“Avery…” The warning is clear in his tone.

“I’ll be good,” I say.

“Mmhmm,” he mumbles, like he really doesn’t believe me.

I don’t really believe me, either.

Suddenly, something cold and wet lands on the small of my back. My head jerks up, whipping around to look at him.

“Did you just squirt lube on me?” I ask in horror.

His eyes go from looking confused to elated as he bursts out laughing.

“The fuck are you laughing at?” I snap, staring at him awkwardly over my shoulder.

He barely pulls it together enough to hold up a bottle of massage oil.

Oh…

He opens his mouth to say something, but all that comes out is more bursts of laughter. I smother my face against the comforter, letting out a muted scream.

“If you’re going to scream in my bed, I would rather it be for other reasons,” he says. “Like, involving actual lube.”

Kill me now.

“Less talking. More massaging,” I grumble.

“Yes, gorgeous.”

He starts to work the gel into my lower back. It doesn’t take long before I’ve completely melted against his mattress. The aches from earlier are forgotten.

All I can focus on is the feeling of his strong hands massaging every available inch of me. The clothes I finished the run in stay on, but he diligently works around them.

When he presses a kiss against my shoulder and whispers something about being done, I can’t find the energy or will to move.

He lays down beside me, and I find myself mindlessly snuggling up beside him. My head rests against his chest that’s now covered in a T-shirt. My eyes flutter as his arm wraps around me.

The last thing I’m aware of is the sound of his heart beating beneath me and his fingers tracing lazily up and down my arm.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Owen

I’m slidingthe last of the leftovers into the fridge when my phone rings with a familiar tone.