Page 39 of My Three Hometown Alphas

“What the fuck?” she asks, laughing. Her eyes are swimming with wonder as they roam between me and Owen.

“That was hot a hell,” I say, licking her release from my fingers. My cock jerks again at her taste alone.

I need to taste that straight from the source one of these days.

Owen disappears for a minute, coming back with a wet washcloth. He stops just shy of touching her.

“I really don’t want to wipe this away. It’s kind of making me into a caveman right now.”

I’ve missed this version of my brother. The carefree part of him that would joke with people and flirt with girls has been pretty much nonexistent lately.

It’s like he locked it in a vault when we found out about Olivia’s diagnosis, and he hasn’t been able to find the key since.

She flutters her lashes at him. “Well, clean me up, then you can be my personal heater tonight.” Her gaze moves in my direction. “You too, mister.”

She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I grab my boxers off the floor, sliding them on. I find her tank top and panties and hand them to her after she’s cleaned up.

With all of us partially clothed, we snuggle in together. Thank goodness this is a king-size bed or this would be a little more difficult.

I bury my face in her hair with her back pressed against my chest. She smells like a mix of almonds and cherries.

She rests her head against Owen’s chest, taking a deep breath. It doesn’t take long before her breathing evens out as she falls asleep.

Owen and I lock eyes over the girl sleeping between us.

“This can only be for the summer,” he says quietly.

“I know,” I say with a small nod, not wanting to jostle her.

“Are you okay with that?” he asks.

My eyes dart down to look Avery for a minute. “Yeah, I am.”

He nods, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Areyouokay with it?” I ask in return.

He drags in a deep breath. His reply doesn’t come for so long I think he might have fallen asleep, but finally he says, “I have to be, or I don’t get her at all.”

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Will

The house is eerilyquiet this morning. Owen’s truck is out front, so I know he made it home at some point last night. Both his and Miles’s rooms were vacant this morning, though.

I have a feeling I know where they both are, but I’m trying not to think about it. I’m trying even harder not to focus on why I don’t want to contemplate where they both slept last night.

I’m not jealous. I can’t be. How can someone be jealous of something they don’t know for sure happened?

Bullshit.

I groan, searching the fridge for something to make for breakfast. I don’t have long before I need to leave for work, so I decide to make scrambled eggs and toast.

The front door swings open. Owen walks in, wearing his same clothes from last night. His duffle bag is slung over his shoulder.

Something about him seems lighter. I can’t pinpoint exactly how I know this because on the outside everything looks the same. It just seems like the weight of everything is a little less of a burden on him this morning.

He nods at me in greeting before moving up the stairs.