Possessive Billionaire Stepbrothers (Stepbrothers' Forbidden Fantasies #7)

Twenty-one years.

That’s how long I’ve gone without feeling a single spark of attraction to anyone. No crushes. No butterflies. No sweaty palms or racing pulse or whatever it is normal people feel when they look at someone they want.

Then my dad — my sweet, high school teacher dad who still drives a decade-old Camry — marries a billionaire. And I meet my three new stepbrothers.

Cade is thirty-three and looks at me like he’s already made a decision I wasn’t consulted on. Rhett is thirty and says my name like he’s been practicing. Jude is twenty-nine and grins like every bad idea I’ve ever been warned about.

They’re tall. They’re tattooed. They’re ridiculously, offensively rich. And they are absolutely, categorically off-limits.

I was supposed to spend one weekend on their family’s private island for the wedding. One weekend, then a helicopter ride home to my rescue animals and my ramen budget and my life that makes sense.

The helicopter isn’t coming back for two days.

I should lock my bedroom door. I should stop noticing the way they watch me across every room. I should definitely stop thinking about the fact that Cade told me — right to my face, without blinking — that he’d leave his door open for me tonight.

I’ve never been touched. Never been kissed. Never wanted to be.

I want to be now.

And the worst part? I don’t want just one of them.

I want all three.

They’re my stepbrothers. This can’t end well.

But that door is open. And I’ve never been good at walking away from things that need me.