Page 93 of My Three Hometown Alphas

“I’m fine,” I say, smiling over at him. I doubt he can see me very well, though, with how dark it is now.

“Maybe I’m the one that’s cold and need to get inside,” he says, sitting up.

“You’re the dumbass who came out in a cut-off T-shirt and basketball shorts,” Will points out.

“Whatever,” Miles groans, standing. I grab his hand when he holds it out in front of me. He grunts like I weigh a thousand pounds as he helps me stand.

“Wow, thanks for that,” I say, smacking his chest. “Way to make a girl feel confident.”

His arms band around me. “You’re gorgeous, perfect, and so many other adjectives. All the good ones.”

I can’t help but smile at his silly compliment. I press up onto my toes, giving him a quick kiss.

“I should go,” I say, pointing toward the guesthouse.

“No,” Owen says from behind me.

“No?” I asks, turning around to face him.

He stands there with one of the blankets neatly folded in his arms. “No,” he says again. “You aren’t sleeping at your place tonight.”

His voice is serious, no room for misinterpretation.

“Agreed,” Miles says.

“You already spent one night here, and it was fine,” Will says, tucking the other blanket under his arm. “I also don’t think it would be the end of the world if Lyla came down for breakfast in the morning and you were already here.”

“She’d probably be over the moon about it,” Miles says.

My whole body relaxes. I really wasn’t looking forward to spending the night alone with far too much time to think about… well, everything.

“Okay,” I say.

With one of my hands in Owen’s and Miles gripping my shoulders from behind, we walk into the house. The blankets are set on the couch. All the lights are turned off, and the doors are locked.

A silent conversation seems to happen between the three of them before they lead me up the stairs and into Owen’s room. It’s the farthest down the hall and away from Lyla’s bedroom where she’s still sleeping soundly. Will poked his head in to check on her when we got upstairs.

We all take turns going into the bathroom to brush our teeth. The toothbrush I used when I spent the night with Miles is still resting on the counter beside theirs when it’s my turn.

I can’t fight the smile that crosses my lips at the simple sight. It’s a flash of what could be. A snapshot into a future I wish I could have but won’t ever be mine.

Tonight. I have tonight.

Walking back into the bedroom, I find all the guys stripped down to their boxers. Their eyes stay glued to me while I take off my shorts, sweatshirt, and T-shirt.

Reaching behind my back, I unclasp my bra. It falls to the ground in a pile of all my other clothes. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my black panties and slide them down my legs.

The electricity in the air starts to sizzle to almost unbearable levels as they all stand motionless, taking in every inch of me. I feel adored and treasured even though none of them have said a word or even touched me.

The blazing desire mixed with gentleness that tugs at my heartstrings is evident in all their gazes.

“Come here, baby,” Will says from where he’s standing beside the bed.

He grabs my hand, helping me lay down in the middle of the bed against the pillows. Owen and Miles move onto the bed on either side of me until they’re all staring down at me.

“Fucking beautiful,” Miles says, brushing a strand of my hair off my forehead.

“Perfect,” Owen says, running a single finger down the length of my arm. A shiver runs through my body at the barely there contact of his skin on mine.