Page 65 of My Three Hometown Alphas

The sweatshirt is so large on me it almost falls to my knees.Perfect.

I carefully make my way around the mound of food, settling between Miles and Will. “What did you order?” I ask, inhaling the delicious aroma coming from the boxes. Suddenly, I’m starving.

And not just for the food.

The action movie we all settled on plays on the screen in flashes of fast cars, loud music, and scantily dressed women. The food was put away over an hour ago, replaced by the piles of blankets and pillows.

I can honestly say I don’t know if I’ve ever been this comfortable. Owen’s sweatshirt is still wrapped around me and I can’t help but bring the collar up to my nose, inhaling his intoxicating sandalwood scent.

My head is resting against Will’s shoulder with his arm wrapped around me. Miles is snuggled on my other side, my hand held tight in his.

Owen sits on Will’s other side, and more often than not, I’ve found him looking at me instead of the movie.

My eyelids flutter closed, not from fatigue but from the deep sense of contentment this evening has brought me. There’s just something so easy about how this is all working out.

One would think having a… whatever it is we’re doing, with three brothers would be anything but simple. But it really is. It just works.

A lot of that probably stems from this not being anything serious or long term.

There’s no reason to have those big, life-altering conversations because I won’t be here long enough for it to matter. We’re just here enjoying things in the here and now.

My heart clenches in revolt of my thought process, but I shove it away. This is just the way it is.

Here and now.

I must doze off because when my eyes blink open, it’s pitch dark outside. The movie is done. There’s also something very hard pressing against my ass.

I sneak a peek over my shoulder at Miles who’s snuggled up behind me. He looks like he’s still asleep, but I don’t buy it.

“Having a good dream back there?” I whisper.

The corners of his mouth quirk upwards while his eyes remain closed.

I knew it.

His grip on my hip tightens. “It was just getting to the good part,” he whispers, his lips ghosting a kiss over my neck.

“What if the good part happened in real life instead of your dreams?” I ask.

“Mmm…” he hums, pulling back the collar of the hoodie to reveal more real estate for his kisses to land. “I think I could be persuaded.”

“I don’t think it will be very hard,” I say, emphasizing the last word.

He shoves his face into my neck to stifle his laugh. I slap one of my hands over my mouth to muffle my own.

My eyes dart to the two men sleeping in front of me. Somehow, they’re both still passed out.

His hand slides up under the hoodie, teasing with the waistband of my boy shorts. “Were you having good dreams, too?” he asks.

“I guess you’ll have to check and see,” I tease.

His fingers dip inside, finding me very wet. I might not have been when I first woke, but it doesn’t take much coaxing from any of these men to get me hot and bothered in no time.

I lean back against him as his fingers start a torturously slow assault on my clit. It has me simultaneously savoring every second while silently begging for more.

The moans I was once able to hide behind my fist are suddenly too loud. Two sets of blue eyes are now wholly focused on me—one dark like the sky just after the sun sets behind the horizon, the other like the sun shimmering off the ocean.

“Miles,” I plead, needing him to get me there more than I need my next breath.