Page 6 of My Three Hometown Alphas

The stretch is on the verge of painful, but the way his eyes are looking at me with so much lust and adoration makes me relax against him.

“That’s it. Let me in, angel,” he breathes out, sliding the last few inches inside of me.

“Fuck, you’re big,” I whisper.

His finger ghosts down my cheek. “Am I hurting you?”

I shake my head. He presses several kisses to the corner of my mouth. “Owen, please,” I beg.

“I could get used to hearing you say that,” he says. Then he pulls his hips back. Before I can even take a full breath, he’s thrusting all the way in.

I try to hold in the half-scream, half-moan that climbs up my throat, but I can’t.

He smirks, still thrusting in and out of me. “I guess I need to keep kissing you, then.”

I don’t respond with words. My hands slide around his neck, pulling his mouth to mine. We are a tangle of messy kisses and trembling limbs as we both climb higher and higher toward the peak.

“I need you to come,” he groans. “I can’t… can’t last much longer.”

“Almost there,” I pant.

He slightly adjusts his hold on me, thrusting in once again. Stars dance in my vision. Two more thrusts and I’m spiraling.

I must be making too much noise because his mouth is on mine again. His grip around my waist tightens as he follows me over the edge of oblivion.

My pussy is still quivering with tremors of pleasure as I try to catch my breath. He peppers kisses across my jaw and down my neck.

“Fuck, Avery, that was…” he trails off, unable to finish his own sentence.

“It was…” I mirror his dangling thought because what words in the English language could describe what just happened between us?

He pulls out of me, gently setting me back on my feet. I immediately feel lost and empty without him.This is crazy.

We both set about getting cleaned up and dressed once again. He slings both of our bags over his shoulder, leaning in to give me one last kiss before we walk back into the real world that exists outside of these four small walls.

His hand is firm in mine as we walk back toward where all of this started no more than an hour ago. Our pace is much slower this time, like neither of us want to end whatever this is that’s happening right now.

“Final boarding call for flight 262 to Austin,” rings over the intercom.

I let out a heavy breath, my shoulders falling. “That’s me.”

He stops, turning to face me, a mixture of sadness and resignation evident in his features. His hands frame the sides of my face.

“I’m glad I met you, Avery. Thanks for making me smile again. I didn’t know if I could anymore.”

I swallow thickly over the ball of emotion in my throat.

“Thanks for letting me take a full breath for the first time in I don’t know how long,” I say, feeling the wetness building in my eyes. I don’t really want to cry right now, but I don’t think I have much of a choice.

I wrap my arms around his waist, my head falling against his chest. I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.

“Final boarding call for flight 262 to Austin.” The attendant’s voice sounds agitated.

“Shit, I need to go,” I say, stepping back.

He hands me my bag, then presses his mouth against me one more time. The kiss is passion, pain, and longing rolled into one single moment.

“Bye, Avery.”