Jaxon’s voice poured into my ear like warm whiskey.

“Truth or dare, Layla?”

My body was already vibrating, trembling between them—Ezra in front of me, Jaxon behind, Caleb pressing kisses along my neck from the side. My mind tried to catch up, to understand how I’d gone from sitting on a couch awkwardly avoiding their eyes to being worshipped in the heated pool by three of the most forbidden men in my life.

No—not just men.

My stepbrothers.

But it was too late to pull ...