I blushed. I know I did because I could feel the heat under my skin and I came up with a lie I knew he would believe because I wasn’t sure I wanted to talk about the conversation I’d just overheard. At least not yet. For the moment, I wanted to pretend I’d not heard it at all. Maybe that wasn’t the smartest response to hearing their words, but it was the truth.

I was in bed with a gorgeous man whose very presence made me feel safe, whose touch made thoughts flee from my head and I wanted to explore what he had to offer before he disappeared in front of me. “I was dreaming about all four of you, but for the first time in a year, it was just a dream.”

To be fair, what sleep I’d gotten with Sterling at my side was the best sleep I’d had in a year.

And that amount of solid rest had left me more than a little . . . frisky, my already raging libido refreshed and ready to rumble. I slid a hand over his chest, “You still offering the same buffet as last night? I’m something of a morning person.”

A thought hit me hard, one born from years of rejection. Oh, God, what if he turned me down? I wasn’t sure that my ego could handle being rejected in the light of day. It was one thing to be turned away from at night, you’d almost expect that. But first thing in the morning, after sleeping side by side . . .there was an intimacy in that, a sense of caring. Turning me down would be far worse, at least in my eyes.

What the hell was I thinking, asking him—

His lips were on mine before my mind could continue down that path, his hand sweeping up to cup my face, holding me as if I were something, or someone, precious. Delicate. His lips caressed mine, moving over them as if he could not get enough of me.

“Been a long time?” I teased.

“Very,” he whispered. “We . . .” He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Are you sure you want this? It may break the hold you have on me, and if that is the case, I’ll be gone.”

I stared up at him, the man in the shadows that I’d known for the last year, that I’d touched in my dreams more than once. Hell, I’d even smacked his ass in my dreams. I blushed, remembering that particular night. I’d been drinking and the alcohol had followed me into my dreams making me brash and wildly inappropriate. “But if it doesn’t break the bond between us, what then? Are, are you sure you’d want to stay with me?”

God, we sounded like teenagers, not thirty-somethings. “Wait. How old are you?”

He laughed. “More than old enough. And I am betting on the bond being broken. The chance you are meant to stay with me is small.”

My lips dipped into a frown and he ran a thumb over them. “I’m not saying I wouldn’t want to stay, or that I don’t want you. But warlocks are drawn to only a single woman for their entire lives, and once they find her, that’s it.”

“You don’t think I could be that one woman.” I didn’t ask it as a question because I knew what he was saying. This was a fling, a hot fling, and I needed to be okay with that. I drew in a breath and he answered.

“Warlocks are tied to a particular kind of woman. You are not that kind of woman.” His eyes were intense. “It does not mean I don’t want to lick every part of you, to dip my tongue into your pussy and taste your heat in my mouth.”

My mouth slid into an O of surprise and instant desire. “I can live with that. One time to last a lifetime.”

“This is about to get good.” He rolled his shoulders. “Very, very good.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Over confident much?”

“No,” he shook his head, his green eyes serious, “I know you, Dominique. This last year of living in your dreams has taught me a great deal about you. About who you are and what you like and what you don’t. And I am about to exploit that knowledge so I can bring you to a screaming orgasm.”

I blinked up at him, deliberately batting my eyelashes. “One? You think one orgasm will impress me?”

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped, and once more, I could feel the blush heating up my skin. “Challenge accepted,” he growled.

His hands pulled down the sheet, revealing my naked torso, and nothing but underwear on my lower half. Panties that I suddenly recalled were the size of Ohio. He stared down at my exposed body and grinned.

“Nice . . .bloomers. They are rather large for such a small woman.”

I slapped his shoulder and he laughed, held up his left hand and snapped his fingers. Green sparkles burst out around the snap like a mini shower of fireworks.

A tingle started in my belly button and spread outward, my skin dancing with the sparkles. Magic. “Just what was that about?”

He winked and made a motion for me to look down. I followed his gaze to where my panties had been and . . . nothing. My underwear was gone, leaving me bare before him. I sucked in a sharp breath to compliment his skill but my words were gone as he dropped his mouth straight to a nipple, took it in his mouth, and sucked it deep and hard. I arched my back, moaning, my hips dancing toward him.

“Dirty pool.”

He muttered something I didn’t understand and didn’t care to because the rumble of his voice against my breast sent rockets of pleasure straight to my core. How long had it been since I’d felt anything even remotely this intense against my skin that wasn’t sheer frustration? The men I’d dated had been all about themselves. They’d wanted nothing more than a quick fuck.

The sensation of his mouth leaving wet hot kisses and tiny bites all over my breasts was sending my brain into some sort of shutdown mode where I could think of nothing more than Sterling, to have him inside me and my body coming around his thick cock.

“Clothes off.” I panted the words, not caring how breathy I sounded. Not caring for the first time in a long time what anyone thought of me, or how they saw me. I wanted him. I wanted him with every piece of my aching body.

The last year had shown me more of him than I’d let myself believe, and even though a tiny part of my brain still said he wasn’t real, I pushed it aside. If I was never going to see him again, I wanted a memory of us together that I could replay over and over, that I could look back on and know that at least once in my life, I was treated as I should be. He’d be the gold standard of sex. I smiled as the thoughts rolled through my head and then the smile slipped as his hand reached up to tug at my other nipple, drawing a deep moan from my lips.

I clung to Sterling’s shoulders, digging my nails into this smooth skin and ridiculously hard muscles. He put a hand up, grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head.

“Oh yeah,” I whispered and gave a tentative pull on his hand that held me down. He didn’t so much as flinch. Yeah, this was what I wanted. A man who could take control, who didn’t need me to tell him where to put his hands, or how to touch me. A man who could take note of what I wanted by the sounds escaping me and the way my body twisted toward him.

He gave me a wink and slid his hand down my arm. “My hands are needed elsewhere.”

“Tease.” I gasped the word as his fingers trailed my side. Over my hip and against my upper thigh he went. His mouth didn’t slow its ministrations of my breasts, tugging and nipping at the sensitive skin, pulling them into his mouth and then using his tongue to flick the nipples as if they were another part of my anatomy.

He brought my pleasure to the edge of pain and then slid back again and I rode the line with him, breathing hard through it, my one hand buried in his hair, the other clinging to the sheet as if I could ground myself.

“God, Sterling, I’m right on the edge,” I whispered and his mouth slowed and eased. He flicked his tongue against my nipple instead, the way a tongue would flick against a clit, over and over. I groaned and grabbed at his hair, tugging him closer.

He paused. “Thank you, Dominique.”

“For what?” I could barely think with the way his fingers were circling my inner thigh, the way his mouth circled my nipples, the heat in my body pooling like a volcano building to an explosion that would scorch me.

“For not making me guess at what you like.”

I groaned and tried to move so he would take the not so subtle hint. Through panting breaths, I spoke to him. “Less talking, more touching.”

He smiled and a laugh danced through the air between us. He shifted upward and kissed me hard, driving his tongue into my mouth, the pressure between our lips intense, and I focused on his kiss.

At the height of it, he slid two fingers between the folds of my pussy, dipping into the center of my desire. I wrapped a leg around his hip to hold him closer and squirmed on his fingers, all thoughts of conversation gone, wanting to take more than them in, wanting to feel his cock deep inside me, too.

I dropped a hand to his ass and moved my fingers along the edge of it, managing to reach between his cheeks to brush against the backside of his balls, running my fingertips over the curves of them, drawing them back into my palm so I could roll them.

He groaned, his body shivering hard and I clutched at his shoulders with my other hand as if I could position him just right. I whimpered as he drew his fingers out, giving his balls a squeeze for good measure.

“You stop, I stop,” I threatened as he pushed his ass back into my hand, opening his legs so I could keep touching him.

“If you don’t stop, I’m not going to last longer than a few strokes, so I’m going to cheat,” he murmured against my ear. There was a snap of his fingers and that glittering green glow of his magic settled over us, infusing my skin with a sensitivity that made my eyes pop open.

Every inch of my skin tingled as if it were as sensitive as my clit. Sterling pressed his mouth to the hollow of my throat and flicked his tongue just once and it was like his mouth was pressed to my clit, as if he held it in the heat and warmth of his mouth. I shook under him, moaning his name, unable to think about anything as his hands began to move. I made myself keep massaging his balls, rolling them carefully.

“Dominique,” he groaned, “you have to stop.”

“No. If this is all I get, then I want it all.” I could barely speak. “Pompous, let’s see what you’ve got.” I let my one finger drop to the spot between his balls and his ass and pressed against it—hard.

He bowed his head and rocked against my finger. “Oh, fuck me.”

“That’s the plan,” I whispered, getting my own heart rate under control. With him distracted, I could slow my own growing orgasm. Not that I didn’t want it, but I didn’t want it fast. I let go of him to drop my fingers to my own pussy. He was breathing hard as I dipped my fingers into my wet center to steal the moisture, then I brought them back up to his ass.

Sterling’s eyes flicked to mine. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“At least you’ll die happy.” I winked as I slide my fingers against his taint and then farther back, dipping one into his tight ring. His eyes fluttered closed.

“This was supposed to be about you.”

I laughed softly, my pussy clenching as his ass clenched around my finger. I slid my thumb over that spot again and pushed. “You think I’m not enjoying this?”

His head dropped lower even as he pushed against my hand. “I think I will never forget this.”

He was panting, his body shifting as if he couldn’t get enough.

I lifted my free hand and touched the tip of his cock, lightly, the gentle brush of skin on skin.

He shook his head and pulled away from me, rolling so he stood at the side of the bed. His cock was rigid and his chest heaved. “This is not supposed to be about me.”

I laughed up at him. “Sterling, sex is about two people. It pleases me to please you.”

He shook his head. “Not how it’s going today.”

He reached out and brushed his fingers over my skin. “This is about you today.” His touch was like a red-hot brand of pleasure shooting through me, even the most innocuous of touches, the inner bend of my elbow, my ribs below my breasts, the dip in my waist.

“Pompous, as always.” I managed to get the words out between attempts to breathe around the growing heat between my legs. Sterling climbed back into the bed, lowering his body so his chest and hips brushed against mine, his cock lying against my belly button. The merest of touches and it was as if he’d lit a fuse to a firework. I could feel it building in me, every touch a direct connection to an orgasm that would leave me bereft once it was over. I both wanted and feared it.

Panting, I couldn’t hold the sounds in as he rubbed his face against the side of my breast, his day-old shadow, that sweet sensation of a man who wanted nothing more than to mark me as his own. I wanted to touch him, too, but every time I reached for him, he pushed my hands away.

“Let me pleasure you” was all he’d say.

He took my hand and helped me roll over to my belly while his hands kept up their stroking and touching, now down my back, over my scars to my hips.

The velvet soft touch of the tip of his cock pressed against the edge of my ass and I lifted it in answer to his silent question. “Sterling, I can’t take much more.”

“I believe you complained about only a single orgasm. I can’t have that on my record,” he murmured as he leaned over me, his mouth trailed up my spine with quick, hard kisses that shot desire straight to my center. I gasped with each kiss, the build of the orgasm in the distance of my body, speeding toward me like a train out of control. A train I wanted to stand in front of, let it hit me and obliterate everything.

Something wet and warm dripped down my face. Tears? Tears because I was so close to coming and how long had it been? Sterling’s hands still coated in green magic slid around me to gently cup my breasts. His hands were big enough that he could do that, which was saying something. I pushed back against his cock. “Sterling, I want you in me when I come. Please.”

“Your wish is my command.” He slid his cock between my cheeks, angling it toward my pussy. The tip pushed against my wet center and I whimpered, wanting nothing more than— “Wait, condom?”

“Infertile,” he said softly and there was pain in his voice. “And I am clean of any disease.”

I closed my eyes, hearing the pain and how it cost him to say that first word. I pushed back hard, taking him all in with a single stroke. His hands gripped me hard and I gasped, but not from disliking the pain, but from the intense spike of pleasure it rolled over me. I started to pump back against him, needing to find that rush, that moment of peace where there was nothing but two bodies joined in nothing but ecstasy.

“God, I won’t last if you—”

“I’m working here, be quiet,” I spoke through the panting that was coming harder and faster with each stroke. He held my breasts as they bobbed along with each movement of my hips and his breath came in short bursts as if he were trying to hold back.

I kept up the pace, pushing faster as my peak curled toward me. I wanted it. God, how I wanted it. And I wanted him to come with me, to feel his pleasure peak with my own.

Sterling circled his fingers around my nipples and gave them a gentle tug, nothing overly hard. But whatever his magic was doing, it was like ripping the pin out of a grenade. I screamed as the orgasm took me in a wave so intense, I had to close my eyes, and I had to ride it out as I frantically pushed my ass against him doing all I could to take him in deeper as my own body convulsed and pulsed, as the crest rose again, a second time, catching me off guard.

It slammed into me, that train of pleasure, cutting through the fears that had plagued me the last year.

The fear that I was unable to relax with a man. That I was not worth taking the time with. That I would never be able to have an orgasm again except on my own where I knew my body like no one else.

The relief was as intense as the pleasure and it lifted a weight from me that I’d not realized I carried. Slowly I let the feelings go and my body shivered, my muscles relaxing in the afterglow of what had to be the best sex I’d ever had.

I slumped slowly down to the sheets and Sterling went with me, his body limp. I rolled and his cock slid out of me.

“Did you?” I lifted a hand and touched his cheek. “I was totally gone. I didn’t pay any attention, much as I was trying.”

His eyes were closed and he grunted. “Can’t move, blood flow diverted.”

I swatted his chest, his skin slick with my sweat and his. “I take that it was okay?”

His eyes few open. “Okay? That was fucking amazing, beautiful, and a little surreal.”

“This from the guy with the magic fingers.” I laughed and curled against him.

His arm was around me, holding me tightly to his side. “How do you feel?”

I did a body check like my therapist had taught me, going through all the parts under my skin and all the thoughts rumbling through my head. “Really good. I think . . .I think you helped me get through that barrier.”

“What barrier?” He frowned.

“I . . .I should tell you what happened to me.” I bit my lower lip on the last word. “So, you know why I am the way I am sometimes.” Because. . .God, what was I thinking? That he was going to stick around? He’d said he wasn’t. That the sex would break the bond between us.

Sterling sat up, his muscles bunching. “Then, I think if you can, will you tell all four of us? We are here to help you, Dominique.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I could do that. But I thought you were leaving after we had sex?”

“I will stay long enough to make sure the others take care of you.” He lifted a hand and brushed it down the side of my face. “I’d rather stay.”

I put my hand over his. “Then you should, Sterling. Stay with me.”

He sighed. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

I turned away, not wanting him to see the hurt in my eyes. I was not a child. I knew what I’d been getting into. “I get it. Besides, it’s not like you’re really real, right? I mean, you’re just a bunch of dreams turned into hallucinations.” Just like the wounds, I had no idea where they’d come from. My mind making shit up so I could deal with whatever came into my life.

My therapist was going to have a heyday when I told her about this.

I snorted softly to myself. These four men were just pieces of my imagination come to life. It wasn’t like I would be talking to anyone but the candlesticks and the china if I did tell them everything that had happened to me, or at least explain again what I couldn’t remember.

I sat up, my body deliciously sore, and my muscles tingled as I stood, threatening to let me fall. I locked my knees and found my pants on the floor. Pulling them on I realized that Sterling had gone very quiet.

I looked around.

He was gone.

As if he’d never been. I frowned and put a hand to my head. “See, just fucking with yourself. Literally.”

Except that my body wanted to remind me about the tingling of his hands and the sensation of his cock deep in my body as I came around him not once, but twice, losing myself in all he could do to me. On a whim, I opened the dresser drawer beside the bed. Being the guest room, I’d never bothered to check before.

A vibrator, dildo, and bottle of lube stared back at me.

My sister was nothing if not prepared for any guest to enjoy themselves. I slammed the drawer shut a little harder than I needed to. Mostly, I was pissed at myself. My therapist had said there was a chance I would have moments of unreality as a form of escape, as a way to fill in the blanks my mind came up with. I just wish it hadn’t been quite so real.

Sighing, I looked around for my shirt, but . . .I’d taken it off in the kitchen at the start of the encounter. I didn’t bother to grab a sheet to cover up, because there was no one in the house with me.

I strode out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the kitchen, muttering to myself under my breath as I went. “Idiot, insane, bonkers idiot.”

I stepped into the kitchen and looked up. Four large men stood, not one of them wearing their hoods, their bodies as still as statues. The first time I saw their eyes and I was topless.

What an awesome way to start the day, said no one ever.

I stared at them and they stared back at me, three grins and a smirk spreading over their lips as their eyes dipped in unison to my rapidly hardening nipples.

I squawked and wrapped my arms around my chest. “Is my shirt over there?”

Sterling bent and picked it up off the floor then tossed it to me. “Feeling sassy this morning?”

“No, I was feeling crazy, as usual.” I grabbed the shirt with one hand, turned my back and slid it on quickly. A white shirt, I was an idiot, my nipples were rock hard and visible through the thin material. I turned after it was on and crossed my arms again. I wanted to just stare at the four of them. Beautiful was the word that came to mind, but I suspected they wouldn’t like it all that much if I called them beauties. Especially after I’d just had sex with Sterling only a few minutes before, telling other men that I wanted to see the rest of their beauty in all its naked glory probably wouldn’t go over that well. This might be a delusion made up from the stress of seeing Rose injured, of thinking she’d died, but that didn’t mean the delusional men would like it if I said I wanted all of them.

I held up one hand and kept the other around my breasts. “Okay, first we need some proper names if I’m going to keep on—”

“Fucking us? I agree,” Chuckles said. “My name is Lucas. Cranky Pants here is Corbin, and last but not least, this is Diego, who I believe you called Spanish. Which I must say is spot on seeing as he is from Spain, originally.”

I took each of them in, one at a time.

Lucas had dark hair that was short on the sides and messy long on the top and it kept flipping forward and getting in the way of a pair of unreal violet colored eyes. Diego’s hair was dark, long--well past his shoulders, and his deep brown eyes were soft and sensual like melted chocolate just waiting for me to dive in and drown myself in their depths. As I stared at him, he gave me a slow wink, and I turned away, heat rushing through me with that one little look, more heat than I could have ever thought from a single wink.

Corbin’s head was shaved close to the skin, nothing more than a stubble on his scalp which made the color hard to see, but I was guessing a dirty blond. He had blue eyes and they were hard, like pale blue ice chips floating in a northern sea. I shivered, but felt myself totally locked in his gaze, unable to look away even as my lower half clenched with anticipation.

I closed my eyes and tried to get my thoughts together. Each of them was stunningly gorgeous, both in looks and in their bodies. Hard, as if they had been doing nothing but benching weights and eating protein for the last ten years of their lives.

“Lucas, Corbin, Diego, and Sterling,” I bobbed my head with each one and then stuttered to a stop. “Wait, what was that about fucking . . .all of you?”

Lucas grinned wide, his violet eyes all but twinkling with mirth. “Yes, fucking all of us. Maybe not all at once, unless you want to bring on some kink?” He arched a brow and I wasn’t sure if he was being serious or not. “We do not expect love, just your body.”

I tightened my arms around my chest. “Wait, I just slept with Sterling.”

“Right,” Corbin said, his voice hard. “The thing is, we need to each take you to our bed, to make sure we break the bonds you have on us. I thought Sterling would have mentioned that little bit.”

My jaw ticked and the bits of their earlier conversation came back to me. “Why is it important to release you? I mean, why not just go away if you don’t want to be around me.” I didn’t like how that sounded, like it bothered me that they might not want me, but I had my own set of insecurities and they were playing right into them.

“To see why you are calling us to you,” Sterling said, the lie flowing off his lips easily which just pissed me off. Because suddenly the conversation they’d had in my room while I was supposed to be asleep came flooding back. The fact was, a part of my mind tried to point out that maybe I’d not forgotten. Maybe that conversation had been partially wiped from me as they’d said they would do once they left.

“I don’t do well with lies, so I suggest you fess up,” I said softly, straightening my back and dropping my arms. Let them look at my tits. I was too angry to care.

Diego glanced at Lucas. “I thought you said she was asleep?”

Lucas shrugged, but I saw the glimmer of amusement there. The cheeky bastard had known I was awake. “I guess I missed that. Her eyes were closed. I assumed she was asleep.”

Corbin barked a short laugh. “Dominique, two of us wish to tell you the truth, two of us were bound to keep it from you.”

“How did you break the tie?” I put a hand on the kitchen counter, using it to hold me up.

Diego let out a sigh. “We were instructed not to tell you the truth. Two of us follow the rules, two do not. I’ll let you guess who is who.”

I should not be smiling about the fact that Sterling and Diego had lied to me, had wanted to lie to me but it was kind of funny to see two of the men on one side, and two on the other. “I never would have put Cranky and Chuckles in the same boat,” I said.

Lucas laughed. “Well, he does have a sense of humor buried somewhere under the scowls and the leather.” He gave Corbin a backhanded swat against his chest, red sparks dancing over his fingers. Corbin grunted and rolled his eyes.

Sterling touched my elbow, gently, with a great deal of apology transmitted in that single touch. “We should get something to eat while we discuss—”

“Tell me the truth, now.” I pulled my arm from him. “Is this some sort of game to you? You said you would leave as soon as we were done fucking, but I see you still here. Talking to me.” I glared at him, anger snapping through me making me bolder than I’d ever been with any man I’d ever slept with. “You think you can just fuck me and then act like I’m supposed to agree to anything you say? When I know you’re lying?”

He glared back at me. “Why did you sleep with me if you heard the conversation?”

“Because none of it made sense, and maybe I forgot everything around the time you started using your magic on my skin!” I snapped. “Best orgasm ever award goes to Sterling, you happy now?” Sterling’s eyes widened but I wasn’t sure if he was pissed or not. Much as I’d been dealing with them in my dreams for the last year I’d not been able to see their faces, which meant I couldn’t read him, or the others for that matter, as much as I’d like to. At that moment, Sterling’s eyes and lines of his jaw gave me only a hint at what he might be feeling. Maybe happy, maybe horrified that I’d spoken about my orgasm out loud. Probably both.

Lucas cleared his throat. “Actually, I’d like to challenge that. If he only gave you one—”

“I had two,” I snapped at him.

He grinned. “I can do four.”

My jaw dropped. “So, this is a game to you then?”

“Life is a game, Dom,” Lucas said, moving around the counter until he was right in front of me, blocking out the others with those intense violet eyes. “I don’t ever lose. Well,” he paused and flicked his eyes skyward, “maybe I lost once. But that was a long time ago and I don’t like to think about it. That is what attempting to love someone does, it brings pain. I don’t suggest it for your long term mental health.” He winked at me as if to soften the words.

His presence was overwhelming my better senses and I forced my feet to obey me and took a few steps back. “Look, spill the beans. Tell me what is really going on. Or you can just all fuck the hell off.”

“You would banish us?” Diego’s brown eyes were hurt. “We saved you and your friend at great risk to ourselves, and you would cast us out like beggars? We are here to help you, and to untangle us from you so you remain safe.”

I made myself look at him, to not notice the cut of his jaw or the texture of his skin I wanted so badly to touch. “I would cast out liars and cheats. Ain’t nobody got time for that shit. Not in this lifetime, and not in my next, thank you very much. So, unless you all want to start talking, telling me just what is really going on, you can leave.”

Corbin cleared his throat. “There is a war going on between the warlocks. One faction is made up of those who would take our power and use it to control the other supernaturals, and the other is made up of those of us who would continue as guardians of our world. The oracle said the key to bringing peace was here, with you. She said you hold an untapped power, and that we were to help you find it. No one else would be able to help you. According to the oracle. Part of that is bedding you.”

I stared at him, and as clear as the summer’s blue sky I knew he would never lie. I could see it in his face, see it in the hard cut of his eyes that he didn’t like holding back the truth, even if it hurt someone else. Unlike Sterling, Corbin’s face was an open book, his emotions flying across without any effort on his part to hide them. “When would you have told me this?”

“As soon as I was able to get you alone,” Corbin said. “But I want to make it very clear that Diego and Sterling are not to be blamed. They have a spell of compulsion on them to keep them to their course, placed on them by the oracle herself. They had no choice. Lucas and I were left alone because we saw what happened to them and agreed, knowing we would break our word and be cast out for it if it was ever discovered. But there is too much at stake not to be honest with you.”

I frowned, confusion tangling up my brain. “The oracle did this?”

Corbin shook his head. “No, the leader of our order. Gavin. He does not want the humans to know. He feels the less they know, the better for all of us, even the other supernaturals. He is not at his best right now and he made a poor decision. We’d been hoping to come to you soon, to see if the call to you was in the flesh or only in the dreamscape.”

So much information in such a short period of time made the inside of my head ache. “Okay, I have a couple of questions. Why do you think I’m sleeping with all of you?”

“Simple,” Diego said softly, “you want to.”