Page 2 of Their Brazen Countess
“Fuck, that was amazingly dirty to watch.” Arthur panted as he sank into Jenny’s soaked cunny. “You three got me hard again after an amazing orgasm.”
Linc’s breath hitched in his chest as he greedily watched Arthur take Jenny. After all, their group was never shy about sharing partners. He tried not to imagine filling her from behind, feeling the other man’s cock dragging over his. Arthur stroked into her, then bent over to suck on her breast as she moaned. Linc knew he was going to get hard again just watching Arthur take care of Jenny, and that didn’t account for the little fantasy of his own.
“God, the way you fucked his arse…you filled him good, didn’t you, Jenny?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “He likes it hard. Rough.”
“Mmmm. Likes the way you fuck him, does he—or will any cock do? Do you think he’d take my cock up his arse?”
Linc stilled as all the breath in his body left him. The thought of Arthur fucking him felt both very taboo and very, very tempting. The man seemed to have stamina for days, now that he was no longer attempting to drink the Thames dry.
But the man was Emily’s brother. Lady Emmaline Brougham, who was married to hi friend, Robert Cooper, the Earl of Brougham, asked them to look after him, keep an eye on him—not debauch him in completely fresh and illegal ways.
“Oh, I think he’d like it,” Jenny moaned. “Don’t—don’t stop! Oh, God!”
She and Arthur exploded in a crescendo of sound that left Linc shaken, his mind unable to think of anything but having Arthur buried in his arse up to his sac…which was not a useful revelation, on the eve of them departing for Arthur’s country house.
Sigh. It seemed he would be spending the holiday with his cock in hand trying to exercise this new demon—because he absolutely would not be taking Arthur Winterburn, Earl of Dunmere, to his bed.
Chapter Two
A Week Later
ArthurWinterburn,EarlofDunmere, inhaled the cold crisp air and focused on ignoring the very potent male standing next to him.
It was strange to think that he and Linc had been chummy for a few months now, even engaging in the Lustful Lords’ usual activities at The Market fairly regularly. And then suddenly, in the midst of their most recent round of debauchery, his mouth had entirely gotten away from him.
“Do you think he’d take my cock up his arse?”
Now all he could think about was how Linc’s mouth would feel wrapped around his cock. Who could blame him?
The unexpected thought had resulted in him walking around for the last week or so with a semi-erect cock. It was growing bloody awkward at times, especially now they were alone at Dunmere Manor, his country home in West Sussex.
“There, Arthur, across the way.” Linc pointed then lifted his rifle. The sharp report of the rifle firing was followed by the loud squawking of birds and the flapping of wings as the birds took flight.
His own rifle sounded immediately after Linc’s, adding to the kerfuffle as his matched retrievers bolted forward into the undergrowth.
“Good eye, old man.” Arthur clapped Linc on the shoulder as they waited for the dogs. A frisson of awareness shot up his arm and had him jerking his hand back as he inhaled softly.
The pair reappeared each one carrying their prize. As they dropped the birds, the dogs were rewarded with treats and pats.
“Old man,” Linc scoffed. “I’m but two years older than you! I’d take you in a fight, and handily.”
Arthur laughed. “I’ll take that challenge.” He started to remove his outer coat, the anticipation of wrestling with Linc making his cock half hard before he’d even removed one arm from his sleeve.
“Put your coat back on, you great fool.” Linc looked up at the sky across the meadow. “Can’t you see the low clouds, feel the moisture in the air? It’ll be snowing soon. We should head back to the manor before we get caught out here freezing our arses off.”
“I thought you were supposed to be the jovial one,” Arthur couldn’t help but grumble as he pulled his coat back on. His disappointment was an unexpectedly sharp stab to the chest.
He couldn’t avoid wondering what Linc would feel like beneath his fingertips. Would he be sinewy muscle? Or would he feel softer, more pliable? He’d seen the man naked more times than he could count, but seeing and touching were two entirely different things.
Linc grinned. “I am the jovial one, but I also have a healthy sense of self preservation, which is why Cooper trusts me to make sure you don’t get yourself killed out here. Besides, Emily would never forgive him—or me.”
“Bah.” Arthur grumbled as they turned to head home to the warmth of a fire and a hot meal. “Emily worries far too much for a younger sister.”
“A younger sister who managed to keep both you and your estate from penury, despite your best efforts.” Linc had the gall to wink at him. The cheek!
“If you don’t mind, I prefer not to be reminded of the lengths my little hellion of a sister went to all to accomplish just that. It’s bloody embarrassing that I was too self-absorbed to notice what the blazes she was up to.” Arthur wanted to cast up his accounts just thinking about how she’d prowled around London’s ballrooms stealing jewelry to keep them out of hock. Good God! She could have been accosted. Or molested. Or discovered, which she very nearly was.
