LOGINDate = 15 AugustA little later in the day.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueI touch my crotch with a groan.Abstinence from Aria is a crime against nature. Against art. Against manhood.She said we should not have sex before the wedding. She said it was symbolic. Romantic. Something ab
Alejandro shakes his head. “No.”“They’re probably squeezing in a quickie,” Jackson mutters, leaning back like this is all mildly entertaining.I shoot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. And it reminds me that I am absolutely having a conversation with him later.Alejandro lets out a strained la
“You still thinking about her?” I ask quietly.He doesn’t turn. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says.I let that sit between us. Brothers don’t need lies polished.“You went there to forget,” I say.He finishes, hands steady, movements practiced, and absentminded. He exhales slowly, tucking himself
“And look where that got us.” She points to her tummy, and he gets this stupid, proud smile on his stupid face.“Face it, angel, your man is a stud.”“As if it’s so difficult to make a bloody baby,” I grunt, trying to get past my slight nausea.“So you’re saying it’s as easy as riding a bike …” Dami
Date = 15 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueJust then, Mel wobbles up the last step, winded with a red face, with Damion holding her arm.“Sorry, we’re late,” Damion charms, “Your sister takes a while to walk up the stairs.”“She takes a while to walk, period,” Luke sneers. It ear
“You’re right,” River agrees, “but you don’t need to get married to do it. Damion and Mel are not married.”“The baby was an accident.” Luke walks forward with his usual smug, condescending smirk on his face.River rolls her eyes with theatrical flair, nudging at nothing with the toe of her pink boo
Ten ensuite bedrooms sprawl across the top floor — one claimed by each guy, with a couple left open, waiting for strays or unexpected chaos.Enrique’s looks like it was stolen straight from a lifestyle magazine — stylish, curated, with clothes and cologne arranged like props.Logan’s is lived-in clu
Jackson’s face twitches like he’s suppressing a smirk. “Definitely crazy.”“Look who’s talking,” I shoot at my brother. “You’re hardly a poster child for normal yourself.”“Precisely,” Jackson says without missing a beat.“Same genes. Our family inherits crazy, bro,” he says, tone flat but edged wit
“I walked into a Duck,” he says casually.I snort. More like he picked a fight with the Anaheim Ducks — because of Lee. Again.It’s not that Jackson can’t get into fights on his own — he likes doing that. It’s just lately, they all seem to orbit around his pint-sized roommate.“You walked into a duc
“What are you two up to now?” The abrupt intrusion of his voice right behind me knocks me off the sofa, bruising not only my ego but also my butt. Toss … these guys for sure need bells around their necks … the whole lot of them. They have a tendency to sneak up on me … and they’re great at it, might







