Page 37 of My Three Hometown Alphas

Damn.I love woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to just take it.

Owen and I share one last knowing look where we come to a silent agreement.We’re both okay with this.Then he’s tearing her remaining clothes the rest of the way down her legs.

Her legs fall open, letting us see her perfect, pink pussy. And when I say perfect, I mean it. It’s already glistening and begging for attention.

Attention I very much want to give her.

“You’re both wearing too many clothes,” she says, shoving Owen’s T-shirt up as much as she can from where she’s laying on the bed.

He rips it over his head, then looks over at me. “Why are you only wearing underwear?” he asks.

“I was sleeping,” I say with a shrug.

“But why are you wearing them outhere?” he asks, eyeing me in the way only older siblings can.

“Long story,” I say, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers.

“It always is,” Owen says, shaking his head.

Avery lets out quiet snort that halts in her throat when my hard cock springs free. I’m so fucking hard it almost slaps against my abs when it’s freed from its confines.

She licks her lips, staring at it greedily.

Not wanting to have all the attention on me, Owen moves off the bed. He pulls off his socks and underwear.

She stares at Owen’s cock like she’s seeing a long-lost friend for the first time in years.

I was right. Theydidfuck back then.

In an airport? Damn. Props, brother.

Maybe I should feel jealous that my brother has already been with the woman I’m currently lusting over, but I’m not. I’ve never really been the jealous type.

I think they were there for each other in a moment when that was what they both needed. I just hope I can be a piece of whatsheneeds now.

Avery bites her lip, eyes roaming over every inch of us as we loom over her. Owen and I move in unison, like we planned out this whole thing, not something we stumbled into blindly just moments ago.

We crawl onto the bed on either side of her.

Her head tilts toward me. I’ve wanted to kiss her again since that moment in the greenhouse, so I do just that. She moans at the first breath of contact between our lips, which only spurs me on more.

I’m so focused on the way her lips feel against mine, I don’t even know what Owen is doing to her. She’s clearly enjoying whatever it is, though, with the way she’s writhing between us.

“Fuck,” Owen grunts, maneuvering so he’s lying across the bed. He reaches out his hand toward Avery. “Come here, angel.”

Her hand slides into his as she moves up onto her knees. She shuffles across the bed until she’s kneeling at his side. She lets out a shriek of surprise when he grips her by the hips and moves her until she’s straddling his face.

Mmm… Okay…

She hovers over him.

“Get down here,” he growls, wrapping his hands around her thighs to pull her closer to him. She opens her mouth to say something, but he cuts her off. “Don’t you dare say you’re going to smother me or something. Sit on my fucking face, Avery.”

Not giving her another second to contemplate it, he pulls even harder on her thighs. The moment he makes contact with her pussy, she collapses forward with a lust-filled gasp.

She catches herself with her arms outstretched on the mattress. I slide off the bed, moving to stand in front of her.

My fingers slide through her dark strands until she peeks up at me.