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what we just did if I didn’t.”
    “Then we’ll sort everything out tomorrow.” He brushed a hand through her hair. “You do know that we’re doms, don’t you?”
    “Yes, I know that.”
    “That doesn’t mean you have to submit to us, but it looks like we might all be together for a while. I get the impression that whatever’s going on with you, it won’t be fixed overnight. If you wanted to—” He paused to drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Your choice. We’ll help you whatever you decide.”
    “I’ve never been with more than one dom before.”
    Troy chuckled. “Baby, you don’t know what you’ve missed. Now get some sleep. We’ve got a busy day tomorrow.”

Chapter Four
     
    Troy slipped out of bed just as the sun was coming up, leaving Porcha sleeping peacefully. He’d fucked her twice more after their first encounter. She refused to go to sleep unless he did, and since he was at least as keen to give his cock as she was to receive it, it was a no-brainer. Now that she was finally asleep, he tried not to disturb her as he pulled on his pants and quietly opened the door. Beck sat in a chair directly outside and raised an ironic brow at Troy’s dishevelled state.
    “Some people have all the luck,” he grumbled. “Do you know what it does to a guy, sitting on guard duty while his mate spends the night getting laid?”
    Troy chuckled. “Duty’s a bitch.”
    “How would you know?”
    Troy shrugged. “Whatever the client wants.”
    “Yeah, I get that part. What I don’t get is why you always seem to be the one to deliver.”
    “Anything unusual?” Troy asked.
    “Other than the noise you two were making. Oh, Troy, fuck me harder. ” For once, Beck wasn’t laughing. “What’s going on, Troy, apart from the obvious?”
    “We’ll find out when Porcha joins us. All I can tell you is that her husband’s apparently dead.”
    “Dead?” Adam joined them. “When?”
    “We didn’t get to talk about it.”
    “Yeah, we know.” Adam rolled his eyes. “We heard your conversation all over the apartment.”
    Troy spread his hands. “What can I say?”
    “Probably better to keep it shut,” Adam advised.
    “Will she play with us all?” Beck asked.
    “I think so.” He nodded to the door he’d just come through. Porcha stood there fully dressed, her hair damp from the shower. “We’re about to find out.”
    “We need caffeine first.” Adam, the self-appointed gourmet of the group, headed for the kitchen.
    “Morning, Porcha,” Beck said amiably. “Sleep well?”
    She smiled radiantly at Beck. “Eventually, when the boss man let me.”
    “Hey who made Troy the boss?” Beck complained.
    “Well, all I can say is that he sure behaved like a leader.”
    “He does that,” Adam said from the kitchen. “We let him get away with it because we don’t like to disillusion him.”
    Troy wondered if the other two were as astonished by the transformation in Porcha as he was. Gone was the beaten, exhausted, and terrified woman of yesterday. In her place was a sassy, kick-ass ball of energy, hungry for action and—if he read her body language right—ready to fight back. If that’s what a few hours’ sleep and a good shag did for her, then sex ought to be a prescription drug.
    They all drifted into the kitchen, lured there by the smell of fresh coffee brewing.
    “There’s not much to eat,” Adam complained. “Just toast.”
    “We only kept long-term supplies here,” Porcha said. “Sorry, guys. Didn’t exactly have time to stop off at the supermarket on the way.”
    “No problem,” Beck said. “We’ve survived on a lot worse.”
    “Is that man still outside?” Porcha asked, buttering her second slice of toast and lathering it with a healthy dollop of marmalade.
    “Yep.”
    The knowledge didn’t appear to put her off her breakfast. “Why hasn’t he tried to get in here?”
    “Because he knows we’re here,” Troy told her. “He probably thinks we’re employees of