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No, that made no sense. It wasn’t like Uncle Gregory. He wouldn’t abandon me, or his memory of his wife Margo.
A shadow appeared from around the tree, and I looked up to give whoever it was a piece of my mind.
Except I didn’t recognize him. And he was nude.
The burly man put his hands on his hips and stood over me. His cock wagged close to my face as he examined me beneath him. “Hm.”
“Who are you?” I growled, baring my teeth.
“Your mouth looks perfect to fuck,” he answered.
I wrinkled my nose at the dangling appendage. “Put that thing anywhere near me and I’ll bite it off.”
He grabbed me by the hood, pulling me up and making me wince. “What was that, little lord?”
“Fuck you!” I cried out, clenching my eyes shut. “Let me go!”
“Not so high and mighty when your protectors aren’t here, are you?”
“My protectors?”
“Little John, Will, Alan, Tuck.”
“You mean the men who captured me?”
He let my head go. It smacked against the trunk and I grimaced in pain, a flash of white stars shooting behind my eyes.
“They’re also the ones who told us not to lay a hand on you while you slept here.”
That made no sense to me. I didn’t know how to answer it. Could he be telling the truth? Why are these men protecting me? “Who are you?” I asked.
“Doesn’t matter. I’m not about to get on Little John’s bad side, even if he’s struck stupid by you. What do they see in you, eh? You’re all skin and bones. Bratty. Annoying. Does your hole clench their cocks just right?”
My cheeks burned like the heat of the sun. I’d never had anyone speak to me so crudely. So vulgar, these people. Being highborn, I wasn’t used to it. The closest I got was gambling with Rosco and the gutter-rats. They were nothing compared to the debauchery I’d seen and heard here.
“Fine,” he said after I was stunned speechless for too long. “Keep your secrets, lad. Guess we’ll all find out soon enough.”
He walked around the side of the tree and, oddly, I felt the rope loosening around me. In seconds, it fell to the ground.
“What are you doing?”
He nudged his chin toward the small hill leading to the nearby river. “Boss wants you over there.”
Slowly, I stood. I hesitated, not sure if this was some kind of trick. My eyes swiveled from the big naked man to the hill, then past the hill, to the forest off to the side.
“Don’t try to run,” the man warned. “Or I’ll catch you. And I will take you however I want. Understand?”
I nodded and gulped. Loud and clear, heathen.
My wrists ached. My ass was sore from sitting in the same position for so long. No one should be made to sleep against the roughness of a tree. My stomach also growled something fierce.
Curious, I walked to the hill. At its base was a bushel of wildflowers and tall grass. Hearing a gently running river on the other side, I pushed through the foliage—
And froze on the bank of the river, boots rooted to the ground. The four men in question stood waist-high in the river. Together. Bare.
For a moment, they didn’t notice me as they washed and scrubbed themselves, dipping under the surface to wet their hair and bodies.
I stood underneath the shade of a tree, fidgeting, and gawked at the men and their rough, brawny bodies. These weren’t the soft, coddled frames of noblemen or boys of high status. These were wild men of the wilderness, sculpted with stacks of muscles, scars, and stories.
