The slam of a door startled Rosalina awake. Her eyelids popped open to a shock of sunlight streaming through a part in the curtains. She jolted, but a heavy weight held her down.

Squinting against the brightness, she found a thick, hairy arm curving around her, holding her tight against a hot, hard body.

Brodie.

So that explained the steel bar lodged between her legs. She grinned.

And then she remembered last night—the backseat of his truck, his tongue…God. Then, in his bed, the way he’d yanked her up on his thighs…the way he’d watched himself slide into her body, it was like he’d never seen anything sexier in his life.

Without even thinking, she pressed her bottom back and squirmed a little, enjoying the hot flare of desire that ripped through her.

Wait a minute.

What’s he doing in my bed?

Laughter came from the living area, deep male voices. “Where the hell is he?”

The voices came closer, and she rocked against him to wake him up.

“Which bedroom’s he using?” a guy said.

“Must be this one. Door’s closed.”

The door flung open, and three brawny, gorgeous men piled into the room. All of them stared at her in bed with their brother.

“Hi. Morning.” She shook Brodie’s completely limp arm. “I mean, is he dead?”

“He’s not normally such a deep sleeper,” Will said.

“I got this.” Fin, the baddest of them all, strode into the bathroom and came back out with a cup of water, tossing it into his brother’s face.

Brodie sat bolt upright, water dripping down his cheeks and plastering his hair to his scalp. “What the hell?” He looked around. “Where am I?”

“Ooh, that’s not gonna go over well,” Gray said.

“You’re in my room,” Rosalina said. “You must’ve wandered in here last night.”

The brothers snickered.

“No, I’m serious. When I left him—after we had sex…” She gave them a look that said she didn’t have a problem owning up to it. “He was in his own room.”

Brodie squeezed her thigh. “None of their business.”

“Well, we’re naked in bed together. We can address the obvious.”

“You found me.” Brodie gestured to the door. “Now, can you guys get the hell out of Rosie’s bedroom?”

“Yeah, sure,” Will said. “It’s just, you didn’t show up to run with us, so we figured we’d check in on you.”

“Want to grab some breakfast?” Fin looked to Rosalina.

“I’d love that.” She nudged her bedmate. God, he looked adorable with rumpled hair and the crease on his cheek. “You hungry?”

“I’m tired.” He glared at his brothers. “But, yeah, sure. We’ll meet you at the diner.”

“Come to the main house,” Will said. “Delilah’s cooking.”