Page 139 of The Dragon Queen

I forgave her. There was no insult to be taken, not when I had this. His thumb found my pearl, stroking it over and over as his fingers traced my entrance.

“Ged…”

“I know. I know. We drew straws last night, and I won, again.” His fingers pulled free and my hand slapped down too late, wanting to shove them back in again. “That may have something to do with the fact I marked the straws, but no mind. Shh… I’ve got you.”

My whines were becoming frantic, but there was no need to worry. I had everything I needed right here. He was brushing the head of his cock against me, then shoving inside, both of us gasping when he was buried to the hilt.

“Gods, I’ll never get used to this.”

I looked back over my shoulder to find Ged staring back at me, something vulnerable in his eyes. It wasn’t just the pleasure each one inspired any time we touched. What we had went far beyond rutting. The way he held me, as if I was precious and he’d never willingly let go. I nodded as I leaned back to kiss him. He swallowed my sighs, moving harder, faster, holding me in place to drive himself deeper. I took everything he had to give, wanting it, needing it, and murmuring that whenever our lips parted. It was a litany we all said often, because we were still enjoying the freedom of that.

Of kissing in the hallways, in the dining room, in the orchards as we collected the last of the summer fruit, there was something almost exhibitionistic about our carryings on. We had to make up for lost time, proclaiming to my entire estate my relationship with my men, because they didn’t know we were making up for lost time. Perhaps that’s why we didn’t stop as we heard footsteps coming down the hall.

“Maid…” I gasped, clamping down hard around him. “Might be Cook…”

“They’d have to be stupid, coming in here. Perhaps the old biddy wants to see her ladyship in all her glory.”

His hand worked my pearl faster, driving out all thoughts, until the door creaked open.

“Well, well…”

Brom had changed the most coming here. Setting aside his dress uniform, his armour, had allowed another man to come forward. One who smiled freely, and he did that as he came inside. “And here am I, ferrying ginger ale and crackers up to my wife to make sure she can keep something down today.” His hand landed on my belly, stroking it with a kind of possessiveness he now gave free rein. “Only to find her rutting with one of my friends.”

“A true friend would set the food aside…” Ged groaned. “And make sure our lady starts the day right.”

“True.”

The tray was deposited on a nearby chair and I stared as he dropped to his knees. Just one mischievous look and then he disappeared between my legs. I started at the feel of his tongue, the soft, slick sensation in contrast with Ged’s savage thrusts. He forced me into Brom’s mouth with each stroke and that drove me mad.

This was what I loved the most, a feeling of surrender so complete, every muscle relaxed and every nerve ending singing. I could never truly relax in the capital, but I could here. I cradled Brom’s head gently, stroking his hair and telling him how much I loved him, right up until my whole body went rigid. Gold, that’s how it felt to reach my peak, a great spray of perfect golden energy that had me panting.

“Oh, you’re not done yet.”

Ged scooped me up and set me on my hands and knees, the feeling of him driving himself back inside me too good. My mouth opened as Brom tugged his pants down and freed his cock. I took both of them hungrily, greedily, because I had learned my lesson. This could all be snatched away in a second, so I needed to take my pleasures where I found them.

But with them came memories.

My eyes rolled up, staring into Brom’s eyes, because he loved that moment of connection when I sucked him. Where had he developed that preference? Did he always see me, or sometimes, just as I did, was it Draven’s blue eyes, not mine, that he saw? He gazed at me with such a look of tenderness; it drove away any doubts. His knuckles grazed my cheek as he rasped, “I’m close. Pull away if it will make you sick, Pippin. Gods, Pippin, pull…”

I couldn’t, even if it would make me ill. My stomach was notoriously fickle, but today I knew I needed everything they had to give. Every jolt of seed down my throat. Ged’s fingers digging into my hips, leaving marks there to kiss away later, as he erupted inside me. I was picked up and tucked in against his chest, the smell of hay and sun that was all him filling my nose.

“Mm… that was a wonderful way to wake up.”

“Could be a wonderful way to go back to sleep.” Ged’s jaw cracked as he yawned.

“None of that, lazybones.” Brom slapped a hand across my arse, laughing when I yelped. “It’s harvest day.”

“Ugh…” Ged and I groaned, then nestled back down under the covers.

“The people will expect to see you, touch your stomach for luck,” Brom said.

“Too sick…” I mumbled into Ged’s armpit, which just had him chuckling.

“Come on, Lady Bountiful.” That had become my new pet name, because pregnancy seemed to have done more for my figure than a corset. I was finally developing wider hips, fuller breasts. “You know you’ll want to be there for the harvest.”

“Not actually harvesting wheat.” Brom shot me a meaningful look. “You have people to do that.”

“Well, I always help with the gleaning.”

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