Page 95 of My Three Hometown Alphas

He tilts my chin up so I’m looking at him. “Good thing I’m up for the challenge,” he says. Then, he kisses me. He nips at my bottom lip before swiping his tongue over it.

I can feel him getting harder between us.

“Fuck,” he growls between kisses. “Why didn’t I take my boxers off? Now I can’t be all smooth like mister no-hands over there,” he says, gesturing in Owen’s direction.

A genuine laugh burst out of me, and it feels so damn good. It’s a lightness in the depths my heart’s trudging through right now.

That’s what Miles is, though. He’s my joy.My hope.

He starts squirming around, trying to get his boxers off. I roll over onto my stomach, burying my face in the pillow as I continue to laugh.

My laughter turns into a soft gasp when his body settles over me, pressing me further into the mattress.

He slides my hair to side. “You laughing at me, gorgeous?” Goosebumps spread over my skin at the feel of his breath against my neck.

“Not anymore,” I rasp out.

“Mmhmm,” he hums, pressing gentle kisses down my neck and across my shoulder.

His knees spread my legs just enough, so he can settle between them. His cock teases at my entrance, and I’m desperate for him to be inside of me.

“Miles,” I say on an exhale, trying to press my ass back against him.

He moves one of his hands between us, guiding his cock to my entrance. I’m so wet, he easily slides all the way inside of me.

He grunts at the feeling, settling his weight back down on top of me. It’s almost suffocating, but I welcome it. I want to be as close to him as humanly possible.

His hips start to rock against my ass. He’s rooted so deeply inside of me that every motion lights up parts of me I didn’t even know existed until this very moment.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, not understanding how my body is already starting to build toward yet another orgasm. I don’t even know how it’s possible at this point.

Before tonight, I would have said there was no way my body could sustain this amount of pleasure. Apparently, I was dead wrong.

“My thoughts exactly,” Miles says.

He swivels his hips in a circular motion, and I swear I’m transported to heaven for a second.

His hands slide up my arms that are gripping the top of the pillow. Long fingers lace with mine. His head rests against my shoulder. I twist my head as far as I can to the side, meeting his eyes.

Soft kisses land on my forehead, nose, and finally my lips. The warm ball of pleasure inside of me starts to unfurl.

Something that started as teasing and playful has now turned into something so much more. The way we’re looking at one another is something I’m scared to put a label on, but it sure feels a hell of a lot like love.

“I’m going to come,” I whisper against his lips.

“Me too, gorgeous,” he says.

My toes curl against the sheets. I can feel his abs contracting against my back. Within seconds of each other, we combust. He presses his lips against mine to keep us both quiet.

We are slicked with sweat as our ministrations slow. His body curls around mine, a weighted blanket I never want to lose.

I close my eyes, taking a deep breath of everything that is Miles Kingston.Fuck. I’m going to miss him.

I must doze off because the next thing I know, the stickiness between my legs is gone, and a strong hand is rubbing up and down my spine.

Moving my hair out of the way, I maneuver onto my side. Will’s there laying on his side, facing me.

“Hey you,” he says, his hand still gently moving over my back.