She remembered that first departure when the lovemaking had ended between herself, Eben, and Roka and the two men left her alone briefly. Then Issa had appeared and urged them all back together. She could give Kris the contact she knew he craved, so she did, reaching around to embrace him from behind. “We’re all here for you, Kris,” she said, cheek pressed against his back. “We won’t let you go until it’s over. Roka has a gift for you now. A little of me, a little of Eben. But you already got a taste of us all from Issa, didn’t you?” It seemed to be enough. Kris paused and sank back on his heels, bowing his head. He reached behind to squeeze her hip affectionately. His hand lingered and after a second the touch became more exploratory. His other arm reached behind, both hands stretching back to squeeze her ass. “You do feel a little different from Issa. So did Erika,” he said in a wondering tone, turning in her arms. “Oh?” she asked, smiling up at him. He was so much taller than her, and so dark and exotic compared to the other men.
