Felicity had promised a man that if she ever wanted another husband she'd ask him herself. The afternoon after the market fight, she found both her husbands waiting in Tidehaven's private bathhouse in nothing but towels. She'd never enjoyed the results of speaking up quite so much.
"Before you give me the guided tour, I want to see the lock," she said. Their apartment had no bolt on the inside. Voss stepped aside so she could try the one here, a good stretch of solid brass that slid home under her own hand. A slate outside said the spring was booked until sundown. Victor showed her the high, narrow vent above the pool. It opened straight onto the sea. After the trouble she'd had with the one at the brewery, she appreciated a man who followed through on the particulars.
Rose had the cubs for supper. Frost had taken charge of dividing the bread, Luna had doubled back for her bell ball, and Felicity had told them exactly when she'd be home. The afternoon stretched ahead of her with nothing more urgent in it than getting two very fine towels off two very attractive men.
"How did you get a private pool?" she asked. The water was clear down to the stone bench just beneath the surface, and she could see the color rise in Voss's cheeks when she unfastened her dress and wrapped herself in a towel.
"I paid the attendant. Your other husband tried to do it by looking dangerous at the man, and that's the going rate for a cold shower with a lot of witnesses." Voss took her dress and set a dry towel over it. She was getting rather fond of all the trouble he took with things she planned to throw straight back on the floor.
Victor guided her down the slippery step. The run through the dead zone had left an ache up the backs of her legs. She let out a groan as the hot water got to it, and he sat her on his lap. "Any chance I can take credit for that noise?" he asked against her neck.
"You'll have to earn your own. So far the spring's doing very well." She rubbed her cheek against the stubble along his jaw and kissed the corner of his mouth. His towel had shifted under her thigh, and his body made it plain he'd been looking forward to that kiss for a while.
Voss settled on the bench behind her. He ran his hand up from the base of her tail to the sore spot between her shoulders. It was lovely having him close enough to touch her this time. On the brewery roof she'd been looking past Victor at a glass door, trying to imagine what it would feel like if she opened it. She hooked her arm around Voss's neck and drew him down. "I want you both here with me today," she told him. "You've done enough waiting by doors."
His kiss warmed her bare shoulder. Victor gathered her astride his thighs with both hands at her hips, and when her wet towel started to get between them, she peeled it off herself. Voss lifted it clear before it could float into the overflow. She was about to tease him for attending to the housekeeping when he took her wrists gently in one hand and kissed her ear. She forgot what she'd meant to say.
His free hand cupped her breast, thumb circling slowly while Victor kissed her. She could feel the head of Victor's cock against her, slipping between her folds every time she shifted closer. Each man knew where she liked to be touched. What she hadn't considered was what that knowledge would do to her when neither had to take his hand away for the other to reach her.
"Would you like me to keep teasing you?" Victor asked. He'd picked a rotten minute to develop a taste for conversation, and judging by the smile at her throat, he knew it.
"I'd like you inside me, and if you make me ask twice I'm giving the spring credit for everything." He let her guide him in. The stretch took the rest of the joke right off her tongue. He held her steady, letting her ride him at the speed she liked. When Voss's fingers slid down to her clit, she turned her face into his neck and finally gave them both the sound they'd wanted.
She wanted Voss inside her too. Saying so out loud proved surprisingly easy. Finding a comfortable position for three people on a narrow bench took considerably more work. Voss let go of her wrists and shifted close behind her. Victor stayed still while she found a place for her knees, and Voss eased into her beside him, stopping as soon as she caught his forearm. They waited with her through the first tight stretch. When she moved against them, pleasure spread through her slowly enough that she could follow it all the way down to her toes.
She kept a hand on each of them. Victor followed the pressure of her palm, and Voss matched him, letting her feel one slow stroke and then the other. She came against them with her cheek on Victor's shoulder and Voss saying her name so softly only her fox ears could have caught it. Victor finished first. She held Voss close until he came too, then stayed between them while the water settled against the rim.
Afterward Victor cooled a handful of spring water with his fingers and ran it over the back of her neck. Voss wrapped her hair in the dry towel. When he mentioned the northern springs were supposed to be even better, she set a firm condition for agreeing to investigate. "Next time I pick the bench. If my left knee has to write a complaint, I'm making you both sign it."
They got home in time to tuck the cubs in, as promised. A sealed set of orders was waiting under the door. Tidehaven wanted Snow Team to escort a supply caravan inland the next morning. Felicity ran her finger down the list of riders until she found the line where her own name should have been. Someone had already crossed it out.