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And he intuitively let go of my hair, as if knowing where I was headed. The heady whoosh of air and heat that burgeoned in my cherry-red face was nearly enough to knock me unconscious on its own.
The coursing in my veins, the abrupt return of air, sent my body into an explosive rhythm. As he bucked his hips, I yelled and cracked under the pressure, erupting in an orgasm of continual bliss that carried me to eternity’s gates.
Will growled behind me. He let out his first words since wrapping me up in this coital embrace on the forest floor. “Fuck, little thorn, you’re too tight when you clench up like that. I can’t—” His words cut off on a low moan as he loosed himself inside me, flooding my body with a river of hot cum that warmed my belly and filled me to the brim.
I trembled and writhed at the same time under his weight. He hilted himself—tight, heavy balls against my ass—while he gripped my shoulders with both hands and came undone.
Then we were both panting heaps of boneless, tangled limbs. On our sides again, in nature, where we belonged.
I touched his chin lightly—the clean sharpness of his face, and whispered, “That was . . .” I couldn’t come up with the words. My brain hadn’t fully recuperated from the onslaught of sensations.
“Demeaning? Disgraceful?” He smirked. The glint in his eyes hadn’t completely vanished. There was a satiated tint to them.
“. . . Ungodly,” I breathed at last.
He chuckled in my ear, wrapped his arms around my neck. “Did I make you a nonbeliever, little thorn? Did I fuck God out of you?”
“I think you might have fucked God into me. He took one look at what I was doing, shook His head, and abandoned me forevermore.”
Will’s fingers traced lines around my cheek, my chin, the soft column of my neck. Worshipping every inch of me, as promised. “You’re forsaken, girl.”
“And I’ll stay forsaken for the rest of my life if it means being tainted alongside you and the Merry Men, Will Scarlet.”
“We’ll burn together, Robin Hood.”
His chin dipped with a tender kiss.
We never ended up making it to the Grinning Oak.
Chapter 7
Robin
We walked back to camp at a leisurely pace, Will’s arm draped over my shoulder. I had a slight limp and every muscle felt sore. He had destroyed me, and I loved it.
Another part of me felt disgusting. My shirt was torn down the middle—a callback to the first time I’d really learned who Will Scarlet was. Except this time I had welcomed his animalistic urges.
When we looked at each other, nonverbally wondering what was next, we paused.
“Pond,” we said in unison, and then laughed.
A few minutes later, we were at the watering hole near the main camp. It was vital for us to always set up camp close to a water source, and this location northeast of Nottingham was no different. It lay near the confluence of Rainworth Water and the River Maun, near the Cistercian holy house called Rufford Abbey.
The White Monks and nuns at Rufford had proven welcoming to us, if not accepting, thanks to Friar Tuck’s shady religious past. The Cistercians were compassionate fellows and sisters living monastic, simple lives of work, prayer, and chastity. They reached out to illiterate peasantry and poor folk, touting the sanctity of their labor. Their ideals were ones I could get behind, given my inclination to provide aid for the needy masses. We need allies to make this noble idea work. Community will go a long way, and it can’t be all Merry Men.
As I washed myself in the knee-high pond, with Will next to me doing the same, I thought on our new recruit, Much the Miller’s Son. He may be the first step to the sort of community I’d like to build here. Something to lead to a solid footprint in England—something we can feel proud about. Not just giving to the poor, but also recruiting them in our efforts.
The Merry Men may not see it now, but I have a vision that could forever change the way we work . . . if they’ll only listen and hold to it, making the tough changes necessary to turn it into reality.
Even if I wasn’t a religious person at heart, because God had only scoffed at me thus far, I could do worse than looking toward the Cistercians for inspiration.
Then my eyes swept over Will’s naked body, glistening with crystal-clear water, and the idea of chastity and self-denial seemed as farfetched as anything in my life. I almost laughed at myself, studying every dip and plane of his wiry frame, obsessing over every hair, detail, and muscle.
“A dangerous game you played today,” I said, my voice a low purr.
He raised a brow, turning to me as he wetted his curly hair and plastered it against his scalp. “The chase? Or the result?”
I snorted incredulously. The result, you obtuse bastard. Pumping your seed inside me, as if trying to breed me from every angle.
