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I smiled at her, more scared than I cared to admit.
A voice came from the bank, “I see you two are enjoying one’s company.”
I splashed down into the water before turning to Friar Tuck, submerging to my neck.
“Good, you’re learning already,” Marian muttered to me, winking. “Never give the boys a free show.”
She stepped higher up the slope of the river, toward the bank, baring more of herself as she walked toward Tuck.
“But you are!” I cried out.
She shrugged. “It’s nothing my wicked friar hasn’t seen before. Besides, I could use a good holy cock to start my day.”
She stood with hands on hips, a few feet from Friar Tuck. I stared at her large, round buttocks, water trickling down her thighs.
“Well? Plan to swing that thick thing out, or shall I do the honors?” She nudged her chin between Friar Tuck’s brown habit.
He looked over her shoulder at me. His eyes became hooded, his head shaking. “No, Marian, I’m afraid not. We have work to do.”
I would have paid to see Marian’s face. I saw the flex of her ass, and heard the incredulous scoff. Her head snapped back like a snake ready to strike. “Excuse me?”
Tuck pointed past her, at me. “Not you, Marian. Robin, join me on the other side of the hill. I’d like your help with something.”
My eyes widened.
Slowly, Marian turned to regard me. The sheer shock on her face, which morphed into thinly veiled anger, was impossible to ignore. Her neck had hollowed. Her whole body seemed tense, ready to snap.
“I’ll, erm, meet you over there,” I told Tuck. “I’m not about to walk out of this water with your eyes all over me.”
The friar nodded. “I’d expect nothing less. Don’t be long.” He turned and left.
With him gone, I waded through the water, past Maid Marian—
Her hand sprang out and wrapped around my elbow. “Seems you’re further along than I realized, dear Robin.”
I blinked at her, confused.
She leaned closer, her whisper grating in the shell of my ear. “There’s one thing you never want to do, girl: Don’t try and take my Merry Men from me . . . or I’ll make sure you leave here with each limb in a different fucking box. Understand?”
She stepped back with an innocent smile.
I inhaled sharply, nodding profusely, and hurried to drag my ruined clothes on. Then I jogged up the hill, not sparing her another glance.
I had hoped I could turn Maid Marian to my side. To make an ally in this heavily fortified camp of brutish men.
However, it seemed I’d inadvertently made my first enemy.
Chapter 21
Friar Tuck
Iclawed through the linens in the carriage we stole, finding the best pieces. Grumbling to myself, I tried not to think too hard about what I’d seen over that ridge, because it took my mind to lascivious places.
The sun hadn’t even reached its zenith yet and I needed a stiff drink.
Maid Marian, in the nude—that was one thing. I’d seen it dozens of times. Heaven save me, that succubus drank from my cock like it was her mother’s milk.
But our fair prisoner, Robin? The lass I’d only just learned was, well, a lass? There was something about her. Something that drew me to her. It seemed her fire drew all of us to her, like moths. Little John had known her less than a day and already seemed hopelessly obsessed with her. His new fixation.
