I lay in bed, heart racing, staring at the ceiling of my new bedroom. Mom had remarried only six weeks ago — to two incredibly successful, ridiculously hot men. Ethan and Lucas. Both tall, muscular, in their mid-40s, with deep voices and an obvious, intense bond with each other. They were openly gay, or so everyone thought. But ever since they moved in, the way their eyes lingered on my body made my stomach twist with forbidden heat.

I was twenty years old, but living under their roof made me feel like a naughty little girl again. The door to my room creaked open at 1:17 AM. I froze under...