Page 47 of My Three Hometown Alphas

If only it could stay that way past this summer…

I shake my head, needing to focus on the here and now. We round the corner. Avery is just stepping out of Will’s office.

Miles and I move in unison, as if he received the same military training I did.

The only thing keeping everyone from hearing her scream when we step up behind her is my hand clasped over her mouth. She goes rigid in our arms for a breath before realizing who we are.

Her lips move against my palm, but I can’t make out what she’s saying. When I don’t remove my hand, she bites down against my flesh.

I lean in, whispering in her ear, “Now, you’re just turning me on, angel.”

Her tongue slowly slides against the skin she just assaulted with her teeth.

My growing hard-on starts to press against her back. We need to get out of this fucking hallway.

Miles grabs Avery’s hand, effectively pulling both of us behind him into a supply closet on the opposite end of the hall.Keeping my one hand over her mouth, I reach with the other one behind me to make sure the door is locked.

Finally, I let my hand trail down over her neck, chest, and stomach before resting on her hip.

“Where’s Lyla?” Miles asks, stepping in even closer to Avery. She is completely sandwiched between us.

“In the break room eating a snack.”

“Then we have a few minutes,” I say. She shivers as my breath tickles her neck.

“We’d better get to work then,” Miles says, dropping to his knees.

It’s pretty dark in here, so I can’t see much. There’s some shuffling of fabric, and she lets out a gasp.

I tilt her head to the side so I can look at her. “Can you be quiet for us, angel?”

She nods, biting her lip.

I love how she’s so feisty and strong most of the time, but in moments like this, she completely melts into me… us.

Her whole body starts to quake between us.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Come for me,” Miles says, his voice barely audible.

Sensing that she’s about ready to come, I latch my lips onto hers. She moans into the kiss, every muscle tensing.

I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her upright when her legs start to shake. Her body goes lax, resting against me.

“Fuck,” she breathes out.

Miles must be righting her clothes, and then he’s standing before her again. “You taste even better than I imagined,” he says.

He isn’t wrong. She tastes like a goddamn dream come true.My dream come true.

She snakes a hand between us, palming my cock over my jeans. Based on the low grunt Miles lets out, she’s doing the same to him.

Her hand freezes when the sound of Lyla’s laugh hits our ears.Fuck.

I miss her touch as soon as it’s gone, not only on my cock but everywhere.

Avery slips out first. Miles follows a minute after her. It takes me another minute to pull myself together enough to face reality again.

When I don’t hear any noises from the hallways, I make my exit.