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“Plenty of time for a nap,” added Morgan, kissing her gently, then kissing Glenn.
“Good plan.” Xonra’s eyes were closing, her breathing becoming steady as she relaxed. A nap was a good idea, but after that, she needed some time to think over what had just happened and to revel in the entire experience of having taken two such amazing men into her body. And this was just day one of their vacation. Wow.
Chapter Four
Half an hour later, the men woke Xonra, hurrying her into the shower where they soaped every inch of her, squeezed some cool gel into her ass and massaged her walls, as well as rubbing her limbs to loosen any tense knots from their bedroom play.
For supper, they’d decided to go to the smorgasbord buffet restaurant, instead of the a-la-carte one. “That way, I’ll get bigger serving of food,” said Morgan smugly.
“It’s not fair that your metabolism is so fast. If I ate half of what you’ve eaten today, I’d weigh a ton,” sighed Xonra, looking guiltily at her flabby stomach. No matter how many sit-ups she did, it was never flat the way it should be.
“We like that you’ve got enough padding for us to cuddle you,” said Morgan.
“God, yes. Nothing’s worse than pulling a woman against you and getting bruised by her bones,” added Glenn.
“Besides, I bet you burned off enough calories in bed to eat four desserts,” added Morgan.
Laughing, they took the elevator to the first floor, told the maitre d’ their room number, then picked up their plates and wandered along the buffet tables. While Morgan piled his plate high with vegetables cooked in calorie-laden sauces, and Glenn took one scoop from every dish, Xonra contented herself by choosing pieces of pineapple, strawberries, grapes, and other fruits, then adding a big serve of salad.
The meal was enlivened by lots of casual, happy chatter and it struck Xonra once again how much she genuinely liked these men. Sure, they set her aflame in the bedroom, but even fully clothed and out in public, she enjoyed being with them, talking to them, eating with them. They were entertaining and intelligent companions, able to talk on a huge range of topics without sounding like know-it-alls or giving the impression that she and her thoughts bored them. I could so easily fall in love with them. Whoa! Where did that come from? This is sex. A naughty weekend. Nothing more!
By eight forty-five, they were seated on bleachers that had been erected on the grass where the horse and coach rides had taken place during the day.
“Jeez, I’m glad I don’t have to assemble and dismantle this thing every day. It must take hours and hours,” said Glenn, looking at the long rows of seats.
“Yeah, there must be three hundred people here. That’s a lot of nuts and bolts to put together,” agreed Morgan.
The external lighting was turned off just before nine and a hush descended over the large area as music began to play. Promptly at nine, the announcer began to tell the story of Berisford Village and Big Hill Mine. Spotlights highlighted the buildings as they were mentioned, and costumed characters acted out various scenes, including a murder outside the saloon, a riverside wedding complete with fiddler and dancing, and some ghostly action in the graveyard. The life of the miners and their families was particularly evocative. Hard, physical labor with little reward, yet the hope of becoming rich, and the freedom and companionship of the other families.
By the end of the show, Xonra felt she had a true picture of the life in those times. Short, harsh, and demanding, but with the joys, thrills and successes similar to those of her own time. As the lights came up, she smiled at the men. “That was really good. It’s almost like I was there. I can truly understand how the people of that era lived now, better, I think, that just walking around the village in daylight.”
“I agree. Very powerful, and a lot more in it than a movie, too,” said Glenn.
Slowly, the crowd headed toward the exit as a team of men appeared to disassemble the bleachers. “These guys work pretty hard and long hours, too,” Xonra said.
“Nah. These’ll be the second shift. The dayshift guys will have left long ago,” said Morgan.
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“Coffee, and maybe some snacks,” said Morgan as they walked into the suite.
“You’re hungry again?” asked Xonra.
“No, not hungry, but I wouldn’t mind nibbling on a snack.”
“I’d rather nibble on both of you,” said Glenn.
Morgan turned around, his gaze locking on Glenn’s.
Just like that, lust exploded in the room like a physical force, and Xonra struggled to breathe. The air was thick with testosterone and sexual energy and she was caught up in the emotions of the men.
Their gazes were burning, consuming each other, and Xonra’s panties were drenched, her knees wobbled, and her mouth gaped open as her lungs heaved with the effort of dragging air in.
“Bed,” said Morgan hoarsely, dropping the coffee filter he was holding onto the counter.
“Damn right.” Glenn pulled Morgan to him for a harsh, passionate kiss, then stepped across the room to Xonra and kissed her, too. Not quite as harshly, but definitely more firmly than his usual gentle manner.
Glenn linked arms with both Morgan and Xonra and walked them quickly into the bedroom.
