Page 64 of My Three Hometown Alphas

It isn’t that I don’t want it to happen. It’s just a lot.

Owen must sense my apprehension because he pauses on the front porch, turning me to face him. His large hands grip my shoulders.

“We’re just going to watch a movie and eat some Chinese takeout. None of us expects anything else to happen. If it does, okay. If not, that’s fine too.”

I take a deep breath, feeling more like myself now. I’m not usually the skittish type, but I am human.

I mean, three dicks… that’s a lot.

I lean up, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth in appreciation of his words and the fact he knew I needed them without me having to say anything.

Walking inside, I find the other two Kingston brothers sitting on their large sectional. They’ve changed the configuration to make it more of a bed.

There are pillows and blankets piled around it with far too many food containers stacked in the middle.

I kick off my sandals and glance down at the jeans I’m wearing. They aren’t exactly what I’d choose to wear for snuggling on the couch, but…

“I should have asked if you wanted to change,” Owen says from beside me.

“It’s okay,” I say, shrugging.

“T-shirt or sweatshirt,” Owen asks.

“Sweatshirt,” I say. It might be summer, but I will never say no to getting cozy, especially if it’s in guys’ clothes. With a nod, Owen turns, jogging up the stairs.

“You guys ordered a lot of food,” I say with a laugh.

“We didn’t know what you’d like,” Will says from where he’s leaning back against the back of the couch.

He’s wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a well-worn tee. It’s rare to see him this relaxed and casual. I like this look on him.

No, I love it.

“You could have asked,” I say.

“And ruin the surprise?” Miles asks.

“True,” I say. My head snaps from left to right. “Wait… Where’s Lyla?”

“Having a slumber party at our parents’ house,” Will says.

Oh. Oh…

Owen thankfully comes back downstairs just as my mind starts to wander. He hands me a huge black hoodie that’s soft and obviously well-loved.

I briefly consider sneaking into the downstairs bathroom to get changed but quickly push that though away.

Fuck it.They’ve all seen me naked before. They’ve all beeninside mebefore. It won’t kill any of us for them to see me change.

With that, I undo the snap on my jeans, sliding them down my legs. I pull my maroon tank off, setting it on my jeans. Lastly, I unclasp my plain black bra, leaving me standing there in a pair of simple black boy shorts.

“Fuck me,” Miles groans, his head falling back against the cushions. “Now I’m second-guessing this whole meal situation.”

“Patience is a virtue,” I say, grabbing Owen’s hoodie. Just before I slide it over my head, I see Will and Owen’s eyes locked on me.

They might not have said anything like their younger brother, but the hunger in their eyes is just as evident.

Good.At least I’m not the only one swimming in lust.