Page 10 of Their Brazen Countess
He gathered her in his arms and hugged her as well. “Hello, sweetheart. We’re very glad to see you.”
“And I you.” She stepped away from him. “So, besides setting up our cozy little love nest, what else have you two been up to?”
Linc looked at Arthur, momentarily at a loss for words, a first for him.
Arthur chuckled. “Well, we did quite a bit of eating and waiting around. But I also chopped wood, and we did a small bit of hunting here and there to distract ourselves.”
“Oh my. If I could have, I would have sent a note. But that was impossible, not without revealing our…connection.” She bit her lip, her eyes growing moist as she looked at them with pain-filled eyes.
Linc tutted, shaking his head. “Do not cry, Wood Sprite. It was clearly not your fault. Of course you couldn’t send word. Do not worry about us old goats, we were fine. Are you hungry at all?”
She shook her head. “I had a rather big breakfast since I was going to walk here and I anticipated some other…well, strenuous activities.”
Linc chortled. “And what might those activities be?”
Jo’s cheeks grew rosy, but her full lips did not move. Instead, they pressed firmly together.
Oh, interesting. She had definitely been thinking about them. “Did you perhaps read another story you found intriguing?”
She nodded.
Arthur moved next to him and reached over, placing a finger under her chin to tip her face up to them. “Can you tell us about what you read?”
Jo’s cheeks flamed even brighter.
Linc bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing. She so clearly wanted to explore this, but was truly struggling with society’s strictures. “You must find your words, Jo. We shall do nothing to you that you cannot ask for first.”
A strangled sound escaped from her throat. “But…ah. I can’t!”
Arthur smiled. “Oh yes, you can. You absolutely can ask for what you want. But we shall help you get started. Would you like one of us to kiss you?”
“Yes, please,” Jo smiled.
“Which one?” Linc prompted.
“Either. Both.” Her gaze darted back and forth, almost in a panic.
“Calm down. Nobody is going to be offended. Just tell us who you want to kiss first, then you can kiss the other one next,” Linc said.
She took a deep breath. “I kissed Arthur first the other day, so it seems only fair that I kiss Linc first today.”
Linc nodded solemnly, tugging her gently forward and into his arms. It was lovely having her soft curves pressed fully against him as their lips met. He relished the minty coolness of her mouth as their tongues twined. Jo moaned and leaned into his body, letting him take her full weight.
Arthur stepped in behind her and Linc relished that she had nowhere to retreat. Seizing the moment, he delved deeper into her mouth, exploring the various angles and textures. He wanted to know her inside and out. Finally, he drew back, shifting so that just his lips lingered on her lips and then nothing.
Before Jo could gather her wits, he turned her to face Arthur, who swooped in and ravaged her again in a similarly dominating kiss that clearly distracted her. As his friend plunged deep, Linc held Jo steady, bracing her by placing his hands on her hips and letting her lean against his chest.
When Arthur pulled away from the kiss, he and Jo were both panting. Need had Linc’s cock growing long and thick even as he worked to slow things down. They all needed a moment to gather themselves.
Jo let her head tip forward until her forehead pressed against Arthur’s chest, allowing their gazes to meet over her head. A long, silent moment of relief and joy passed between them. She was here and in their arms of her own volition—eagerly so.
“Perhaps a cup of wine wouldn’t be amiss?” Linc let his hands fall from her hips as he stepped away.
“That sounds like an excellent notion.” Jo slipped from Arthur’s arms, turned, and smiled nervously at Linc.
Arthur grunted in agreement as he reached down and adjusted his very large and very hard cock with a wince that only Linc caught before he turned away. Once he’d poured them each a drink, they gathered on the bed since it was closest to the fire.
“Now Jo, why don’t you tell us the latest story you read that interests you?” Arthur suggested as he sipped his drink.
