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“What do you think?” I shot back.
“I think you want me to do it again.”
I shook my head with a sigh.
From the bank of the lake, Friar Tuck and Alan-a-Dale appeared through the weeds.
“Oh, imagine this,” Alan hummed. “Our two favorite reckless lovebirds, bathing after a strenuous afternoon.”
I blinked at them.
Tuck looked at me with a small, knowing smile. “Should I make the tincture now, lass, or hold off until you’re finished?”
“Pardon?” I asked.
He shrugged out of his habit, surprising me with how quickly he disrobed and began wading into the pond. My eyes fixated on his fat cock swinging between his thighs, and when I looked up into his face, my cheeks were warm.
“You two weren’t that far from base, little heathen,” he explained. “The echoes of your moans carried through the woods.”
My warm face filled with more heat. “Lies.”
Alan-a-Dale was flinging off his tunic, and then stepped out of his pants, giving me a view of his perfectly hairless, golden body. Though mismatched with the stouter frame of Tuck as they stepped into the pond together, I yearned for both of them.
God help me. Out of the pan and into the fire with these men.
Alan said, “Careful, little songbird. I know you’re just getting back from a busy day, but it’s difficult to contain ourselves when you look like that.”
I glanced down at my body. My nipples were pert, breasts bared. I timidly sank down to my neck in the pond.
Friar Tuck grunted to himself. Even waist-high in the water, I could see his cock growing thicker and harder by the second as he stared at me like I was the tastiest morsel. “As much as we’d love to help you continue your raucous afternoon, Robin . . . we need to talk.”
“Oh. I was hoping you were here getting naked for another reason.”
Tuck said, “And here I thought my little succubus would be satiated after the pounding Scarlet gave you.”
I blinked, and my smile disappeared once his did. With his tone darkening at the end, my hazy mind became sharp in an instant. The frivolousness and playfulness died, and I was back to being the serious leader of the Merry Men.
Besides, there was a gaping void with the four of us in the pond together. A giant, lumbering void whose moniker made no sense given his towering size.
Things didn’t feel the same without Little John.
I played naïve. “What did you want to talk about?”
“There are concerns among the Merry Men. Many of them are not happy with you right now, lass.”
Will stepped to my side, baring his teeth. “Then they can speak with me and taste my blades.”
Friar Tuck waved him off, clearly exasperated at his unending penchant for violence. “Aye, aye, we know you will defend her honor come doomsday. Everyone in this body of water will.” His eyes zeroed in on mine. “But their concerns are valid, and we need to talk about them.”
“Very well,” I said, raising my chin defiantly. “Tell me the crux of their position, chaplain.”
“John has been missing for over a month now.”
“I know that as well as anyone.”
“We’re no closer to knowing where he is.”
“Again . . . that isn’t news to me.”
