well aware she had Brin’s blood on her but only now noticed how it had wet her shirt, making it cling revealingly to her breasts. She wrapped her arms around her chest, though by now he’d probably gotten an eyeful. “Thanks.”
While Brin had entered a room at the end of the hall, Larek stopped halfway down. “You can use this washroom.”
He seemed to be in a hurry to take care of his injuries, so she stepped in. “Thanks. Go take care of yourself and Brin.” For a second, she debated following them, but she figured Brin would be naked by now and having her see him wouldn’t be appropriate.
When she glanced at the mirror, her appearance appalled her. She wasn’t sure how she got blood on her face and in her hair, but it was clear her shirt was now ruined. She took it off and tossed it in the trash. Since she rarely went bare chested like the other Anterran women, she felt self-conscious.
Don’t be such a prude .
She lifted up both heavy breasts then dropped them. Why couldn’t she have tiny, perky breasts like the rest of the population?
After she washed up the best she could, she went back to the living room. She debated listening at the door to see how the men were doing, but she didn’t want to intrude. Instead, she wandered around the living room, admiring all their fine artwork and wonderfully crafted furniture.
To pass the time, she checked out the magazines on the table. The law magazine didn’t surprise her, but the ones on hiking and efficient food growing did. She wondered which of the men was into cooking.
She was so relaxed on the sofa that when she jerked awake, she glanced around to see how long she’d been asleep. The sunlight coming through the solar tubes had disappeared and had been replaced by the glow of the streetlights.
Madra jumped up, worried that Larek hadn’t come out. What if they’d started bleeding and were too weak to call her? Her stomach tumbled and her pulse raced. She rushed down the hallway and knocked on the last door. When no one answered, she pushed it open.
It was clearly a bedroom, but the men weren’t there. Pillows were tossed haphazardly on the bed and the sheets were rumpled, looking like one of them tossed and turned a lot during the night. The modern and expensive-looking metal-canopied bed fit the style of the rest of the house, as did the sleek dresser and chair.
A desk sat in the corner with papers cluttering the entire surface, and loincloths were tossed carelessly on the dresser.
Stop judging, and see if the men need help .
Getting distracted all the time wasn’t like her. The door to what she assumed was the bathroom sat closed. She softly padded over and placed an ear to the door. No sounds came from within. She knocked. “Are you two okay?” They had to be in there or surely she would have heard them come out.
If they’d changed into lions, they wouldn’t have been able to answer. She waited for what seemed forever but still got no response. Now she was really worried. Inhaling, she twisted open the door. The second she saw both men in the healing tub, with their eyes closed, she should have backed away, but a hidden part of her made her take in their glory.
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Larek opened his eyes and nudged Brin. Skelak . She’s finally here . He couldn’t keep his excitement from coloring his tone. To be honest, it was the fact she was bare chested that had him tongue-tied. Brin’s back was to her, so he couldn’t see the divine beauty. Wait ’til you see her tits. Brin started to turn. Don’t look now. She doesn’t need us to gawk .
You can’t have all the fun. Brin twisted around, and from the way his pupils dilated, he liked what he saw .
Larek couldn’t help but notice his friend’s erection. He inwardly smiled, congratulating himself on his plan.
She raced over to them, almost with a look of horror and dismay. It took control not to comfort her. They’d already soaked in the healing powder for over an hour, had
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