I hadn't seen my three step-cousins, Anton, Beau, and Galen in more years than I could remember, and now that I'd returned to my hometown of Cricket, CA, seeing them all grown up with bodies that could only be matched by Adonis was equal to a religious experience.
We'd come together to restore a house that had been damaged in a recent flood, and to help with their stepmother's impending wedding... her fifth wedding.
Restoration and wedding duty forced us to tolerate and trust each other, and close proximity caused us to indulge in some wickedly sinful pleasures that threatened to spoil any hope we had for returning to our regular lives once the wedding was over.
How could we possibly bring this deliciously dirty affair into the light, when we were step-cousins... or were we?
