Seriously, do none of these men wear shirts?Not that I mind, but it’s bad enough that I’m torn between two men without throwing another into the mix. Even so, I can’t help ogling Jace. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as he spots me standing there, staring. He flashes a knowing grin at me.

“Morning. You coming downstairs for breakfast?”

“In a bit, I’m gonna take a shower first.”

“Need a hand?”

He leans against the door frame, a slight smirk on his lip as his unashamed gaze roams over me.

I roll my eyes but can’t stop myself from smiling. “I think I can manage.”

“If you change your mind, just say the word. I happen to give excellent back rubs…”

Shaking my head ruefully, I head into the bathroom, making a point to shut the door loudly behind me.

“Just so you know, the guys and I are good at sharing…” I hear Jace chuckle as he walks away.

I can always count on Jace to lighten the mood. When he comes onto me, it doesn’t feel as pointed as Axel or Knox. He’s just a flirt. If I’m honest with myself, I find the attention flattering and unthreatening. It’s a fact I chastise myself for in the shower.

My tumultuous thoughts are racing.

What did Jace mean about them sharing? Was he just teasing me, or do they genuinely enjoy sharing one woman? Is that even something I would want?

The idea feels taboo yet exhilaratingly exciting at the same time.

I remind myself to focus on the incredible sex I had last night with Axel, but thoughts of Knox and Jace creep their way in. The kiss with Knox set me alight in a totally different way from Axel. Yet I still have feelings for Axel. I wonder how far it would have gone with Knox if we hadn’t been interrupted.

Then there’s Jace. His handsome, easy grin and light-hearted nature. After speaking with him and learning more about him, I feel like I understand him better. I had him all wrong. Suddenly, I’m seeing him in a new light. I’ve always found him attractive, but now I find myself imagining what it would be like to be with him sexually.

What the hell is wrong with me?I’m now living in a house with four men, all of whom have sworn to help raise the child I’m carrying, and the only guy I’m not currently fantasizing about and drooling over is Rider. Even then, that’s not totally true since I’ve definitely thought about it before. I shove that thought way down, I don’t need to add sexy thoughts of him to the list right now.

I can only assume that the pregnancy hormones are turning me into a horny, sex obsessed freak.

Having a reason for feeling like this does little to assuage my guilt or confusion, though. How the hell am I going to navigate my feelings without anyone getting hurt?

I take my time in the shower, washing my hair and standing under the hot stream of water until my mind finally settles a little. When I emerge from the bathroom, Axel is there.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” he says, coming over and pulling me into a warm embrace.

I lean into him, enjoying the solid, comforting feel of his body against mine, and I feel even guiltier than before. If he knew what happened between Jace and me earlier, when only hours before we’d been hooking up and he saved my life, he’d no doubt hate me, and I couldn’t blame him. I know he and the guys have shared women before, but I still feel guilty for kissing his friend behind his back. Knox might have made the first move, but I kissed him back.

“I’m okay,” I lie. “Did you… Is the man…” I can’t bring myself to mention the dead man, but luckily, I don’t have to.

“Yes, it’s taken care of.”

“Do you know what they wanted?”

“Not yet. But we’re gonna visit the Hellhounds’ Prez and find out.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?”

“You don’t need to worry about that. Knox is gonna stay with you.”

“Knox should go with you,” I insist, a little too quickly. “I mean, I’m fine on my own.”

“There’s no way that’s about to happen. Besides, it will do you and Knox good. You need to work things out between you.”

My mind races as I wonder how he knows.