Page 5 of My Three Hometown Alphas

“You.”

That’s all I get out before he’s grabbing both of our bags with one hand and lacing his fingers through mine again.

“Where are we going?” I ask, trying to keep up with him as he walks through the terminal.

“I don’t know, but somewhere I can do more than kiss you,” he says, looking down at me with lust-filled eyes.

My brain turns to mush from that look alone. Unable to formulate any words, I silently follow along beside him.

“Bingo,” he says, making a sharp turn to the left. He swings open the door to a family restroom.

I’m about ready to argue that we probably shouldn’t be doing this here, but then he’s pulling me inside. The lock clicks shut a second after he presses me against the door.

All I can do is stare up at him. His sky-blue eyes are piercing into me, heart and soul.

I can’t take it a second longer. Easing up on my toes, I kiss him.

Luckily, he’s bending over me, otherwise there’s no way I’d be able to reach his mouth on my own. I’m not really short, but Owen is nearly a foot taller.

I hear our bags thud to the ground as his arms wrap around me. One of his hands spans over the small of my back. The other slides through my hair.

He deepens the kiss, pressing me further into the door with his body flush against me.

He eases one of his muscular thighs between mine. Seeking the friction I so desperately need, I grind my hips against him.

I moan into our kiss, unable to restrain myself. My clit is already throbbing.

“That’s it, angel. Take what you need from me. Make yourself come on my leg,” he growls against my ear.

I take in a jagged breath at the impact his filthy words have on me. I circle my hips faster, harder. It isn’t going to take long. I’m already right there.

He pinches one of my nipples through my thin bra, and I’m done. My thighs squeeze around his as my orgasm slams into me.

His mouth is back on mine, smothering every moan and whimper that slips free. My hips continue to lazily grind against him, dragging out every ounce of pleasure I can find.

When I finally go limp against the door, he pulls back to look at me.

“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he groans.

“I didn’t even take any of my clothes off.”

His eyes dart down to my still-clothed body. “I know. Let’s take care of that,” he says, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my pants.

My pants, underwear, and shoes wind up in a pile on top of our bags. He retrieves a condom from his wallet, sliding it over his length.

“Nice to know not all men are liars,” I say, eyes locked on his cock.

“Get your ass over here, Avery,” he growls, reaching for me.

As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, he pulls me against him. His hands grip the backs of my thighs, hoisting me up.

My legs snap around his waist to keep myself in place, even though I probably wouldn’t need to. He can clearly support me all on his own.

He steps forward until my back is once again pressed against the door. “Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say. My voice is far breathier than I intended, but this man just does that to me.

He gives a curt nod before guiding his cock to my entrance. My mouth falls open as he eases in.