all.
Footsteps outside heralded the return of Jasper. Nat struggled to sit up. There was no way he would submit to Jasper carrying him over his shoulder, and holding him by the arse. They may enjoy sharing a woman; they did not share each other.
He said as much to Jasper when he opened the door and set the lantern he had brought with him onto the carriage floor. Jasper laughed, and even Nat could hear the relief in it. “Good grief, never. I can think of nothing more abhorrent. If I choose to utilize my predilection for a hot male arse, ‘twil be with your knowledge, even your voyeurism as it was in Paris, but never your participation.”
Nat nodded. Although they had seen such activities between siblings, it was not for them. “I envisage neither one of us will have a need to indulge so if Rose Sophia is inclined to indulge us. ” He thought for a moment. “Is she so inclined do you think?”
Jasper sighed and put his arm under Nathaniel’s to help him stand. “Who knows? She had promised not to run, or extract retribution for our activities until you are well. I fear you may need to suffer a relapse once she is at your side.”
Nat gave a chuckle, which became a groan as he began to get down from the carriage and hit his injured arm on the edge of the door.
“Bloody woman, I’ll look forward to spanking her arse when I’m able. It will be a pleasure to add imagined injury on her behalf.”
“If you continue to act so careless it will no longer be imagined,” Jasper remarked as they made their way to the lodge. “Your arm needs to be cleansed and bound, not knocked and reopened.”
Nat didn’t bother to answer. His arm, even though he knew it was a mere flesh wound, was on fire. His head was spinning in a most unpleasant way and the remnants of his lunch were threatening to part company with his stomach. All he wanted was to be in a warm bed, preferable with a warm body next to him. Not, he admitted, for anything other than comfort. His cock may be willing and eager, pressed so hard up against his breeches it threatened to pop over the top to greet anyone who was watching. The rest of him was sadly not of the same inclination. Although he was, he conceded, ready to lay back and let others do the work for him.
Jasper helped him over the threshold and up the stairs to where their room was. Decorated with care and considerable forethought a few weeks earlier, with the hope of Sophia occupying it with them, they had chosen colors to compliment her. Nat was able to admire the way the deep golds and greens were indeed a perfect foil for her dark beauty. Her bound arms and legs glistened in the lamp light as she rested on their bed. Her uncovered body made his pulse jump. Heat as hot as any inferno spread through him.
Damn my arm, I don’t need it to fuck. For that I have my cock. I deserve to be able to plunge myself inside her warmth.
“Lie on the bed, Nat, and allow our lady to attend your wound.” Jasper guided him to the edge of the overlarge bed, and sat him down. “Let me remove your boots first. I don’t wish to bring any valet in here. Not at this moment.” He turned his back and took Nat’s legs between his to drag each boot off in turn.
“You might take his uninjured arm out of his jacket before he stretches out,” Sophia said. She wriggled, and every inch of her shimmered. It was the most prick-arousing sight anyone could wish for. Her eyes sparkled with an indefinable emotion and the pulse in her neck beat out an erratic rhythm. As she moved her legs, her quim called to him to plunder and enjoy her. With what seemed deliberate wantonness Sophia ran her tongue around her lips. Nat could imagine her doing the same thing to his or Jasper’s cock. She smiled and looked at the bulge in his breeches. “It will be easier to remove the garment or cut it off then.”
Nat wasn’t sure if her speculative glance was good or not, and the way she said it made him shudder. He was not sure what it
Footsteps outside heralded the return of Jasper. Nat struggled to sit up. There was no way he would submit to Jasper carrying him over his shoulder, and holding him by the arse. They may enjoy sharing a woman; they did not share each other.
He said as much to Jasper when he opened the door and set the lantern he had brought with him onto the carriage floor. Jasper laughed, and even Nat could hear the relief in it. “Good grief, never. I can think of nothing more abhorrent. If I choose to utilize my predilection for a hot male arse, ‘twil be with your knowledge, even your voyeurism as it was in Paris, but never your participation.”
Nat nodded. Although they had seen such activities between siblings, it was not for them. “I envisage neither one of us will have a need to indulge so if Rose Sophia is inclined to indulge us. ” He thought for a moment. “Is she so inclined do you think?”
Jasper sighed and put his arm under Nathaniel’s to help him stand. “Who knows? She had promised not to run, or extract retribution for our activities until you are well. I fear you may need to suffer a relapse once she is at your side.”
Nat gave a chuckle, which became a groan as he began to get down from the carriage and hit his injured arm on the edge of the door.
“Bloody woman, I’ll look forward to spanking her arse when I’m able. It will be a pleasure to add imagined injury on her behalf.”
“If you continue to act so careless it will no longer be imagined,” Jasper remarked as they made their way to the lodge. “Your arm needs to be cleansed and bound, not knocked and reopened.”
Nat didn’t bother to answer. His arm, even though he knew it was a mere flesh wound, was on fire. His head was spinning in a most unpleasant way and the remnants of his lunch were threatening to part company with his stomach. All he wanted was to be in a warm bed, preferable with a warm body next to him. Not, he admitted, for anything other than comfort. His cock may be willing and eager, pressed so hard up against his breeches it threatened to pop over the top to greet anyone who was watching. The rest of him was sadly not of the same inclination. Although he was, he conceded, ready to lay back and let others do the work for him.
Jasper helped him over the threshold and up the stairs to where their room was. Decorated with care and considerable forethought a few weeks earlier, with the hope of Sophia occupying it with them, they had chosen colors to compliment her. Nat was able to admire the way the deep golds and greens were indeed a perfect foil for her dark beauty. Her bound arms and legs glistened in the lamp light as she rested on their bed. Her uncovered body made his pulse jump. Heat as hot as any inferno spread through him.
Damn my arm, I don’t need it to fuck. For that I have my cock. I deserve to be able to plunge myself inside her warmth.
“Lie on the bed, Nat, and allow our lady to attend your wound.” Jasper guided him to the edge of the overlarge bed, and sat him down. “Let me remove your boots first. I don’t wish to bring any valet in here. Not at this moment.” He turned his back and took Nat’s legs between his to drag each boot off in turn.
“You might take his uninjured arm out of his jacket before he stretches out,” Sophia said. She wriggled, and every inch of her shimmered. It was the most prick-arousing sight anyone could wish for. Her eyes sparkled with an indefinable emotion and the pulse in her neck beat out an erratic rhythm. As she moved her legs, her quim called to him to plunder and enjoy her. With what seemed deliberate wantonness Sophia ran her tongue around her lips. Nat could imagine her doing the same thing to his or Jasper’s cock. She smiled and looked at the bulge in his breeches. “It will be easier to remove the garment or cut it off then.”
Nat wasn’t sure if her speculative glance was good or not, and the way she said it made him shudder. He was not sure what it
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