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eyes he saw that they were dazed and sated, like him, although recovering a little more quickly.
    “I think I’m in love with her,” Robert said half seriously.
    Thomas smiled and leaned over to ruffle his younger brother’s hair affectionately. “I think we all are a little, Robbie. She sure knows how to make a man happy.”
    Wren came up with an idea. He rolled it around in his head for a moment, letting it grow on him. Yes, he thought, nodding to himself like an idiot but not caring a bit. Yes, they would definitely have to take her with them. There was no way he would let her stay in this damned bar, fucking any and every stranger that came her way. No way in hell.
    “You want to take her home,” Thomas said. It was a statement, not a question.
    For a moment Wren thought he would have to fight Thomas.
    Then his brother nodded slowly. “Fine,” he said.
    Wren nodded too. No need to argue the point, then. He would figure out later what to do with her. For the moment the only thing that mattered was to keep her with him.
    When Thomas tried to lift her slack body off him, Wren shook his head. He wanted to hold on to her just a moment longer. His cock, now wilting a little but still inside her, felt incredibly good. He didn’t want to let go of her, ever.
    Thomas shrugged and turned to Robert. “Get her clothes,” he said. “You can help Wren dress her. I’ll go and get the carriage. I’ll be back in an hour and I expect you two to have her dressed and ready to go by then. So get to it!”
    Wren watched his older brother pull on his clothes and stomp out of the room, wondering how he could sound so angry when he, Wren, felt so utterly, blissfully happy.
    When the door closed behind Thomas with a decisive thump, Robert knelt beside the bed and raised the woman’s head from Wren’s shoulder, pulling it by her long hair.
    “What are you doing?” Wren batted Robert away.
    “She isn’t sleeping. She passed out.”
    “What?” Wren’s cock shrank to a nubbin and his heart clenched. He tried to squirm from under her, then rolled to his side, taking her body with him and laying her on her back as gently as he could. When he felt her slack limbs drop on the mattress beside him, a little jolt of fear shot through him.
    “What are we supposed to do now?” he asked Robert.
    He shook his head. “No idea,” he said. “I’ve never fucked a wench into oblivion. You?”
    “You’re asking me if I’ve ever fucked a wench so hard she fainted? ”
    “I guess not, then,” was Robert’s reply.
    They stared at the woman’s limp form for what seemed like ages, but she didn’t move. She could have been dead, except for shallow breaths lifting her beautiful breasts.
    “We need to wake her up…somehow,” Wren said. “Thomas will be back soon.”
    They had taken a hackney earlier, because one couldn’t leave an expensive vehicle like Thomas‘ town coach waiting in the seedy side alley where the bar was situated. But Thomas wouldn’t take more than half an hour to get back to his town house and even less to get back with the coach.
    Robert suddenly jumped up from his kneeling position beside the bed. “You know what? Maybe what got her unconscious will bring her back, too.”
    “You mean fucking her again will wake her up?” Wren asked incredulously. “You’re mad! And besides, I don’t really feel like fucking an unconscious wench. It’s much nicer when they participate.”
    “Yes, it is.”
    “Let’s try teasing her a bit. Maybe that will help,” he told his brother, leaning over to suck one lovely round breast into his mouth.
    “Maybe we should loosen her corset so she can breathe better.”
    “Oh, God, of course.” Wren wanted to smack himself for not thinking of this earlier. He beat Robert to her corset strings and he pulled the stiff garment off her chest. The tight-laced corset had chafed her, leaving red marks on her skin. Wren caressed her, trying to soothe away the redness. Her body lost