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I prayed it didn’t end like the last one with John.
He’d sworn to himself: Never again. Yet here he was, coddling and protecting this spry young flower like she had a thorny vine noosed around his neck. He was already off on some daredevil adventure to liberate and reclaim her honor.
The man, for all his blessed attributes and faults, was hopeless when it came to a woman who needed saving. Even one he had just forcibly ripped from her family.
The sad truth? I was stuck in the same place as Little John. Thinking about her, wondering how I could unveil her mysteries without scaring her. Even now, as I cycled through the clothing and separated it into piles, I focused more on Robin than my task at hand.
When I stood on that bank, Marian baring her luscious body to me, my cock stirred. True enough. It hadn’t been from her, though. Glimpsing Robin’s bare shoulders in that river was enough to get my mind whirling. Spinning with possibilities and more than a few lewd thoughts.
Yes, I certainly needed a drink. Does this fixation simply stem from her being the newest flavor at camp? Will we negotiate her trade, sell her off, and forget about her, like so many others?
Will she end up broken and traumatized like so many we’ve stolen, broken, and tossed aside?
I dared to say no.
Though slight in stature, the girl wasn’t slight in courage. If I had to wager—as I enjoyed doing—I’d say she’d survive this ordeal. If she made it out in one piece, with all her faculties attached, all the better.
I liked a good dark horse story. But she needed guidance, surely. A father figure, perhaps? Since we had taken her from hers.
As a drunkard and a lout, I wasn’t up to the task. The best I could do would be to steer her in the right direction. Just as Little John wanted to protect her—unfathomably and against all logic—Maid Marian would work to corrupt her. She would succeed, too, if left alone with young Robin long enough.
I had nothing against Marian. On the contrary, I enjoyed stuffing her with my cock. She often woke me from my nighttime slumber bouncing on my lap, bringing me one step closer to Heaven.
Yet I found myself abruptly disinterested in the cunning whore now that we had this fresh new face in camp. Someone who actually needed help and didn’t just play coy to get her holes and coffers filled.
I was no good. A fraud of a holy man. A womanizer, a whore, a gambler, a drunk. Despite all that, my life had been guided by purpose. Whether that be finding it, running toward it, or losing it.
Finding purpose began with my priestly days. Serving the Almighty. Taking confessions. Guiding men and women away from their misdeeds and sins so they could become better versions of themselves.
Serving God was also the thing that stole my purpose.
Now, just maybe, I’d found a new one. A new target. The idea thrilled me. It excited me so much that my first inclination was to reach under my habit, grip my length, and daydream—
“I’m here.”
My eyes blurred as the world shook around me. I unhanded myself before spinning around with a flustered sound.
Robin stood with hands clasped behind her like a soldier ready to be drilled.
Yes, drilled . . .
I shook my head before that thought could finish, and flared my nostrils. “God above, girl, we need to find you some better clothes.”
She had tied the ragged ends of her tunic together in a bow, to hide herself. All it ended up doing was baring her belly and showing the top of her cleavage, and I struggled to look away.
“You can blame Will Scarlet for my state.” Before I could respond, she added, “Why did you want to see me?”
I swept my arm out at the pile of fine fabrics I’d been mindlessly combing through while sorting through my wayward mind. “You’re going to help me sew. As the daughter of a tailor, I assume you know how?”
“Of course I do. Why, though?”
“Because I had the bright idea to redistribute the goods we stole from you.”
Her head tilted. “That’s quite industrious of you, Friar Tuck.”
I chuckled, cheeks lightly flushing. “I have a half-decent idea every once in a while.”
She wouldn’t take her eyes off my face. It made me nervous. I couldn’t believe it. A girl half my age, half my size, sinking those big eyes at me like she could see the sin seeping from my pores.
