Jordan leads me through Wiley’s and Kent’s bedrooms with his brothers beating us there to make sure everything is perfect. They probably slipped off to prepare the bedroom at some point during all of our plotting and scheming. That makes me lust after them even more.

My heart is doing somersaults. I know I want this.

With his arm around me, Jordan asserts, “You belong to us. By dawn tomorrow, you won't have any doubts left in that beautiful silver head of yours. ...