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“No,” she continued, sternly shaking her head, “I daresay you have the biggest of the bunch.” She thought that over, tapping her chin. “Though Tuck’s is nice and thic—”
“I’d appreciate if you didn’t compare the cocks of me and my men in front of me, woman. Do it in your own time.”
Rather than getting angry at my interruption, she simply smiled like the devious minx she was. “Fair enough.” She ventured down the hill, closer, even as I put distance between us and dipped my clothes in the river.
With my back to her, she asked, “Why do you play hard to get? Would a quick shag in the river be so bad? You look glistening and clean.”
“I’m filthy, Marian,” I said, adding my own innuendo to the conversation. I was already growing bored of it.
“Sadly, I suppose I’ll never know.” She let out an exaggerated sigh. When I turned back around, she twirled a red flower in her fingers, plucked from a nearby bush. Her green eyes focused on mine. “I could make you feel things no other woman can.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, studying her. She looked exquisite in her tight blue dress, her crimson hair in those effortless curls.
I already knew how sullied that dress was, though.
“I’m going to tell you the same thing I told the whores in the tavern last night, Marian: I’m not interested. Leave me be.”
Her eyes crinkled, showing the first sign of a frown. “Why do you hate me, Little John? Tuck enjoys my company. Scarlet wants me to sit on his face. Even Alan-a-Dale glances at me out the corner of his eye when he thinks I’m not looking. But you . . .”
“I don’t hate you, Marian.” I pinched my brow with exasperation. “Let’s be honest, yes? Tuck enjoys your cunt. Will Scarlet would let any wide-hipped entity sit on his face. And Alan-a-Dale isn’t as interested as you think. And therein lies the problem, woman. You’re a distraction to my band. What I saw you do last night was . . . shocking, to say the least.”
“I get my fun where I can,” she said as way of an explanation. With a casual shrug, she crushed the flower in her hand and tossed it to the grass. “I don’t see you chastising Friar Tuck for pissing on that poor fellow after you broke his face open. Double standards, sir.”
I frowned. “I’ll be sure to do that when he wakes up from his drunken stupor.”
“Do you also blame that on me? Did I force the booze into Tuck’s affable mouth?”
“You did keep us in the tavern for quite an hour. But no, that is on him, and the fact my men—”
“Your band, your men,” she cut in. “You fancy yourself the leader of this merry little troop, do you?”
It was an odd question. Scratching my scalp, I shrugged. “Someone has to do it.”
“Interesting.” Was it? “Well, you’ll be pleased to learn, I’m not like other whores.”
I wasn’t sure how we’d deviated back to this part of the conversation, almost like she wanted to avoid the leadership talk.
“I’m sure those girls at the tavern all think the same thing about themselves,” I said, feeling a bit rude. “What makes you so different in your mind, lass?”
“I don’t have to use my body to make ends meet. I’m useful.” Her smiled returned. “And I have money.”
“Fantastic.” I didn’t like braggarts. “I’m happy for you. Perhaps you could spare some for the rest of us. If you’re going to compare the Merry Men in anything, compare us where we’re equal: We’re all fucking broke.”
“Then you’re in luck.” She whipped out a rolled scrap of parchment from between her cleavage.
My eyebrows shot up. “And here I thought you’d come just to harass me in my vulnerable state.”
Her smile widened, in both size and deviousness. “I have a feeling you’re less vulnerable in that state than even fully clothed. Raw, primal, virile—”
“Marian,” I said flatly, curling my fingers at her as she continued daydreaming in adjectives. “The note?”
“Oh. Right.” She hurried down the hill. When she was close, she “tripped” over a nonexistent root on the ground, letting out a whimsical yelp as she fell into my arms.
I stared down at her, hulking over the succubus. Her tits pressed against my chest, and her hands wrapped around my biceps with a small squeeze.
Admittedly, this close to a beautiful woman, my cock jerked to life. It had been a while since I’d had a gorgeous lass in my arms. I kept it at bay from there, though, gathering my senses.
She smiled coyly, gazing up into my dark eyes. “Oops. So clumsy.”
