That night, I had a wet dream about the brothers. It came on sudden, pulling me under like a warm wave. One moment, I was tossing in bed, mind tangled from the kitchen almost-moment with Dylan. The next, I was lost in this haze, body alive with need.
It started in the cabin’s living room, but bigger, dream-like. Fire roaring high, casting golden light on everything. I was on the couch, robe slipping off my shoulders. They were all there—the ten Anderson brothers—watching me with hungry eyes. No words at first. Just that pull, that heat drawing them closer.
Ian stepped up first. The eldest, the steady one. He knelt in front of me, hands gentle but firm on my knees. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered, voice like velvet. His fingers traced up my thighs, slow, teasing. I gasped as he pa
