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stopped. The men stepped away. Without the heat of the water or their warmth cocooning her, she began to shiver.
    “Here, Rochar, wrap her in this.”
    She almost purred as she was enveloped in a fluffy, heated towel and swept up into strong arms. A quick glance revealed King Rochar as the one who held her.
    “You’re so strong,” she cooed.
    “And you’re very tired,” he said, laughing.
    She suspected the path he took led back to his bedroom. Another peek confirmed it, and she snuggled against his chest. He stopped and set her on her feet, and those same two sets of hands lovingly dried her off. As the towel was whisked away, cool air made her eyes fly open and had her giving an unhappy whimper of protest.
    Santara leaned across her and took King Rochar’s mouth in a long kiss. “I’ll go hang this up while you get her tucked in bed,” he said. Reluctance to leave them even for a moment was in his voice.
    As Santara padded off to the bathroom, King Rochar pulled back the covers, and Maddie crawled in and curled up. The sound she made this time was one of sheer bliss as he slipped beneath the bed linens and pulled her into the curve of his body. She felt herself drifting off to sleep, briefly coming to the surface for an instant when Santara tucked himself in against her belly.
    “Your feet are cold,” she complained against his back.
    His chuckle rumbled through her. Cradled between her lovers, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so cherished or so safe.
    * * * *
    A low groan drew Maddie from the depths of a lovely dream. Normally, she’d jump to full alert when waking in an unfamiliar place, in a strange bed, but not this time. She made a move to stretch but found herself pinned between two hard bodies. Lifting her hand, she brushed Santara’s long hair from his face. He closed his eyes at her touch and moaned again. She smiled as the massive erection prodding her ass brought to mind who was behind her. Her smile deepened when she realized it wasn’t only her touch that had Santara groaning.
    King Rochar was pressed tightly against her from the back, and it was his arm, reaching across her, that held her in place. It was his hand gripping Santara’s cock and leisurely stroking the length that made their lover moan. Since she always tried to be fair, she reached behind and took the king in hand. Why should Santara’s cock get all the attention?
    Her thumb slicked pre-cum over the drum-tight head.
    King Rochar licked her neck.
    She traced the thick vein on her first down stroke.
    He nuzzled her hair.
    She reached behind his balls and traced the prominent line with her middle finger, and he nipped her shoulder.
    “Holy Joram, woman, that feels so good,” he murmured.
    “It’s supposed to,” she said, chuckling.
    But the laughter stopped abruptly, and Santara cried out in protest when the king slipped from her grasp, pushing the covers off as he perched on his haunches. Santara turned and sat up.
    Maddie rolled over and stared at the monarch’s gorgeous erection sticking straight out from the dark curls. “Where are you going?” she wailed. “I was just getting started.”
    He ran his fingers through his hair, getting the mass out of his eyes. “I seem to remember that Santara and I have some unfinished business.”
    “Unfinished business?” she queried. “You’re both getting up to tend to some unfinished business?”
    She looked from one to the other. Santara shrugged. It was obvious he had no idea what the king was talking about either.
    Rochar’s smile was hot and full of mischief. “Oh, I never said we were getting up. Although both of us are definitely already up.” His statement was accompanied by three or four cock strokes.
    She couldn’t take her eyes off his hand as it journeyed back and forth on the heavy shaft.
    “As a matter of fact, our business is going to happen right here while you watch.”
    She felt her very center turn liquid at his words, moisture pooling