38. Avery
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Avery
Just before Lyla went to bed about an hour ago, the wall was finally dry. We all helped her rearrange everything so she could sleep in her own room.
Will had suggested she sleep on the couch or in one of their rooms, but she was insistent that she wanted to be in her own room for the night.
Owen said she passed out so quickly he wasn’t worried about her waking up anytime soon. Now, the guys and I are laying on blankets Miles laid out on the grass in the backyard.
Not that I think it would be that big of a deal if she found us cuddling out here. That girl is too smart for her own good.
I’m pretty sure she knows something is happening between her uncles and me, or maybe it’s that she wants it to happen. She hasn’t said anything, but the knowing look in her eye makes me wonder sometimes.
I sigh, snuggling a little closer into Will’s side. The stars are sparkling to life in the rapidly darkening sky overhead.
I’m soaking up every second of this because it’s something I won’t see once I’m in Los Angeles in a matter of days.
I leave tomorrow morning for the airport where I’ll be flying to Atlanta for my graduation. I’ll be there a couple of days before flying back to Colorado.
I’ll drive back here to get all my things and… say goodbye. That goodbye will have to be quick. My heart won’t be able to take anything else.
Like that will be any easier…
I’m already dreading the long, lonely drive from Aspen Springs to Los Angeles. I’d better make a good playlist to listen to because I know I’m going to be a complete mess.
“I’m going to miss this,” I say, keeping my eyes trained on the twinkling masterpiece above.
“You won’t get to see them like this in the city,” Will says.
He’s right, but that isn’t all I was talking about. I’m going to miss the wide-open sky with the mountains cresting in the background, but I’m going to miss them more.
Owen gives my hand a squeeze from my other side. I tilt my head in his direction. His face is partially blanketed by the darkness surrounding us, but he’s close enough I can still make out his features.
He doesn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes says he knows. He knows the depth of everything I’m going to miss.
That’s one of the things about Owen and me that sets our connection apart from anyone else I’ve ever met. From the moment I crashed into his life, I felt like we understood each other on a soul-deep level.
It’s the type of connection that can be understood with very few words or sometimes none at all.
He presses his lips against my temple before gazing back up at the sky.
We all lay there in peaceful silence until the chill from the night air starts to make me shiver, despite the sweatshirt of Will’s I’m wearing over my T-shirt and shorts.
I should go.
“We should get you inside,” Miles says.
“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.
Will’s strong hands grip my thighs, spreading them wider. He settles between them until his breath ghosts across my clit, which is begging for attention.
Then, they’re everywhere. My neck. My lips. My nipples. My pussy.
I lose track of who’s who. I’m lost at sea, swimming in the endless pleasure they’re bringing me. I come so many times from their hands and mouths alone, I lose track.
I’m a boneless mess on the bed, quivering with aftershocks of pleasure from orgasm number… whatever.
“Mmm… I love seeing you like this,” Will murmurs in my ear. “Can you take any more?” His voice is raspy and unbelievably sexy.
“No… uhh… I don’t know,” I get out between labored breaths.
“We’ll be gentle,” Owen says from my other side. He delicately runs his finger over my pussy.
I’m so sensitive, the feather-light touch makes me buck off the bed and whimper. I don’t know if it’s to get away from him or to beg for more.
“Do you want us inside of you?” Miles asks. My eyes aren’t even fully open, so I don’t know exactly where he is.
Despite how exhausted I am from coming so many times in a row, the answer to that question is a resounding yes.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “Please.”
I feel them shifting around on the bed, and then Owen is hovering over me. His hands slide into my hair as his forearms rest on either side of my head and his lips descend on mine.
The kiss is sweet and passionate. It’s entirely us.
His hard length slides through my wetness. Each time he grazes over my clit, shivers race through me.
He angles his hips just right, and then without even breaking our kiss he’s sliding inside me. My hands grip at his back as we start to move against each other.
Nothing is rushed or frantic in our movements. It’s slow and sensual in a way two lovers would be when they’ve spent years together, and know they have countless more ahead of them. Two things we don’t have.
The build-up of my orgasm is a slow climb to the top of a mountain. It’s fueled on by the way he’s kissing me just as much as the way his cock is building pleasure from deep within me.
My fingernails bite into his skin as the tingles start to build at the base of my spine and explode outward. I moan into the kiss. My hips writhe against him.
Seconds later, his grip on my hair tightens. “Fuck,” he groans between breathless kisses.
I wrap my arms around him as tightly as I can manage, feeling him come inside me. I’ve never felt this close to another person in my life, and I never want to let him go. I want to stay here in this bubble forever.
The strong muscles in his back clench and tremble beneath my hands as wave after wave of pleasure moves through him. “Angel,” he groans, burying his head in my neck.
I have to swallow through the dryness in my mouth so I can talk. “I know,” I say, the two words threatening to make tears spring to my eyes for some reason.
We lie wrapped around each other for countless minutes while our breathing returns to normal, or as normal as mine could possibly be in this situation.
When he finally starts to pull away, he peppers kisses all over me. It’s like he’s cataloguing the look and feel of every part of me, so he can savor the memories when I’m gone.
I guess that probably is exactly what he’s doing because without even consciously deciding to do so, it’s what I’ve been doing with him and his brothers all day.
When the weight of his body disappears, my eyes close. Another set of arms wrap around me, rolling me to my side.
Without even opening my eyes, I know it’s Miles. He scoots closer until our bodies are pressed together. One of his long legs moves over mine.