Page 36 of My Three Hometown Alphas

The cool air chills my skin when I step onto the porch. I forgot I was only wearing boxers.Oh well.

Leaning over the rail, I squint my eyes to look for him. There are still a few lights on in the guest house.

Why the hell would Avery still be awake right now? Unless…

Maybe she saw him come home. Maybe he was hurt, and she’s taking care of him.

I should probably go back inside to put more clothes on, but I don’t. Gingerly, I walk toward where the dim light is streaming through the front window.

The door isn’t fully closed.

Fuck. Did someone break in? Is she hurt?

I quietly pry the door open, looking inside. I don’t see anyone in the small living room or kitchen. Rustling noises and mumbled voices draw my attention to the bedroom.

Needing to ensure she’s okay, I step in that direction. My feet come to an abrupt halt in the doorway.

Avery is splayed out on the bed, her perfect tits on full display. Owen is kneeling between her legs, his fingers gripping the hem of her pajama shorts that are already pulled down just below her ass.

Well… fuck me.I probably shouldn’t be standing here right now. Scratch that, I definitely shouldn’t be.But damn.She is a vision to behold.

Just as I’m about to sneak away, her eyes lock with mine. She makes a soft gasping noise that’s a cross between surprise and eagerness. My whole body freezes in anticipation of whatever she’s about to say or do.

Yell. Throw things.

Owen must realize where her attention now lies. His hands still with her shorts now pulled down to mid-thigh, and his eyes narrow in confusion when he glances over his shoulder, finding me standing there in the doorway.

Oh right…And I’m still only wearing a pair of fitted black boxers that are doing little to hide my hardening length.

It isn’t my dick’s fault, though. I mean, look at the girl. She’s fucking stunning.

Owen stares at me for a few more seconds, a million questions swimming through his gaze. He doesn’t voice any of them, though. His head turns back to face the girl laying below him.

Avery’s eyes slowly pivot between the two of us.Owen. Me. Owen. Me.

I find myself holding my breath, like I’m waiting for a jury’s verdict on a murder trial.

Okay… maybe not murder. That’s a little dark. Embezzlement? Yeah, we’ll go with that.

A soft smile tilts the corner of her mouth as she reaches toward me. I’m standing at the side of the bed with her hand in mine a breath later.

“I want both of you,” she says in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard.

I want you too, gorgeous. But… Owen…

I turn to look at my brother, expecting a glare to be aimed my way given the history I know they share. He didn’t need to tell us every juicy detail of what happened between them for me to put the pieces together.

I know him well enough to sense that he knows Avery intimately. To top that off, the connection they have could be felt across a football field.

When my eyes lock with Owen’s, all I see is openness, even if it’s sprinkled with a little apprehension.

He gives me a curt nod, and I do the same in return. Being as close as we are is pretty freaking awesome in moments like this. Words aren’t always needed to understand each other.

If this is what she wants, then that’s what we’re going to make happen.

“That’s what you want, angel?” Owen asks, staring down at her with a fiery intensity.

“Yes,” she says, confidently.