27. Avery
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Avery
I nearly vault off the chair where I’m currently sitting reading when a strong hand lands on my shoulder. My book flies out of my hands, falling to the grass.
I snap my head to the left, looking over my shoulder as my heart threatens to escape my chest with how fast it’s beating.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” Owen says, almost sheepishly.
“I guess that military training is still engrained in you,” I say.
He tilts his head slightly to the side in acknowledgment, his hand extended in front of him. I bend to retrieve my book before sliding my hand in his.
He starts to walk toward the house, but I pull him back toward me. His eyes widen in confusion, but it disappears when I wrap my arms around him.
“Hey,” I say.
His smile is soft and comforting. “Hey, angel,” he says, running his hand up my back. He angles his head down so he can place a gentle kiss to my lips.
I revel in the moment for another minute before we both step back. He takes my hand once again as we continue the trek toward the main house.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask.
He points in front of him. “The house.”
“No shit,” I say, which earns me a smile.
“We wanted to spend the evening with you,” he says.
“Who’s we?” I ask, my mind going through all the possibilities. It’s still baffling that Will might be included in this “we . ”
I’m not quite sure where he stands on the whole concept as a group. Is he really okay with it?
“Miles, Will, and me,” he says.
Oh, shit. It’s alright. I can do this.
I’ve had sex with all of them individually. I’ve even been with two of them at one time. I can handle three men. Right?
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 been inside me before. 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.
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.
“You want to come?” he asks. His voice is a little louder, so his brothers can hear.
I nod my head against him.
“Use your words, gorgeous,” he says as his fingers continue their leisurely circles across my aching bundle of nerves.
Where the hell did this version of Miles come from?
Him being demanding like this is hot as fuck. I’m quickly learning every version of him is mouthwatering.
“Please make me come,” I breathe out, reveling in how Will and Owen’s eyes darken.
It doesn’t even take thirty second for my orgasm to slam into me when Miles presses just a little harder against me. My eyes press shut as I moan loudly.
“Eyes open,” Will says.
I immediately obey. His tone sends a shiver straight though me as the waves of pleasure roll over me.
Miles continues to circle my clit until I’m overstimulated and trying to squirm away from him.
“Sorry,” Miles whispers. His fingers still, but they remain resting against my dripping pussy. “Maybe we should see if Will really is ready to share.”
My brain is still foggy from the orgasm, so all I get out is a humming noise. Finally moving his hand, he pulls my underwear down my legs.
I help kick them off once they’re low enough, and then he pushes the hoodie up, giving them all an unobstructed view of my lower half.
Miles grabs my leg, hiking it up over his thigh. Owen curses under his breath.
At some point, Miles must have removed his own pants and boxers because his cock is now nudging at my entrance. I moan again. My hips are moving of their own accord, desperate for him to be inside me already.
Just when I think he’s going to continue to tease me for eternity, he slams his hips against me until he’s completely buried inside of me.
My hand scrambles forward, desperately searching for something to hold on to, something to keep me tethered to reality. I’m barely even aware of it, but my hand latches onto Will’s chest. I can feel his heart pounding beneath my palm.