Their Brazen Countess (Lustful Lords, Book 6)

Long ago, she had to walk away from a secret love. Just as she’s determined to renew those bonds a new threat may drive them apart forever…

Josephine Marie Marshall is more bluestocking than bell-of-the-ball. But her parents have social climbing plans that include marrying her off for a title. She thinks her problems might be solved when she stumbles upon two handsome gentlemen in the woods around her home. 

Linc and Arthur are new friends retiring to the country to give the latter a respite from the bad influences of London society. And finding a forest sprite who stirs their darkest desires—only to lose her as suddenly as they find her? Not part of their plan, but at least they have each other when it all falls apart.

Five Years later, she walks back into their lives. But no sooner than they rekindle their connection, a new threat emerges that may threaten to unravel everything they’ve waited so long for. Will they lose their forest sprite once again? Or can love prevail?

January 1862

Marion Thomas, Baron Lincolnshire, sucked in a sharp breath as he glanced down at the blonde woman prostrate between his splayed thighs. 

His cock was currently lodged deep in the blonde’s throat as her fingers delicately caressed his bollocks. Linc sank one hand into her perfectly coiffed blonde locks, dislodging more than a few hairpins, as his head lolled back against the chair. Pleasure pulsed through his body, rippling beneath his skin. 

Across the room, Arthur Winterburn, Earl of Dunmere, was languidly prepping a woman’s arse to take his cock. Linc watched eagerly as the man indolently stretched her with his fingers while using some salve to prepare for his passage. 

Feeling his own arse clench with irrepressible need, Linc slipped the blonde woman off his cock and rose. “Grab your equipment, Jenny. I need you to fuck me tonight.”

Jenny’s eyes lit up as she rose to her feet and darted over to a cabinet in the Blue Room they currently occupied, the place draped in blues from ceiling to floor, from the two chaise longues to the extra-large ottoman and the canopied bed. After shedding his trousers, Linc crawled onto the resplendent bed on all fours and waited for Jenny to join him.

Matthew Derby, Marquess of Flintshire, and Grayson Powell, Viscount Wolfington, were busy entertaining a brunette, who appeared happily sandwiched between them. Flint was fucking her pussy as Wolf took her arse, the three of them moaning with no inhibitions. 

Linc’s gaze drifted toward Arthur and the redhead he was still preparing. He took in the man’s mahogany hair and fair skin, which matched well with the woman who trembled beneath him. A rogue pang of jealousy speared through him as he watched Arthur breach her arse.

It had been months since he’d allowed a man to take him, and he missed the feel of masculine hands gripping his hips as someone thrust forcefully into him. Jenny was an enthusiastic lover, and always brought a great deal of energy when she fucked him—but it simply wasn’t the same. 

Linc watched Arthur for a few moments as he stroked his own cock: took in the way the man’s arse and thighs clenched with each thrust into the redhead, relished the noises they made. 

Arthur grunted and panted. “Take my cock deep, love.” Then he slapped her backside. “God your arse turns a lovely red. It will look lovely with my seed dribbling from you. You want that, don’t you?” 

The woman moaned in response as he thrust once more. 

Between the dirty talk and watching Arthur spank her, Linc felt a flush of warmth crawl up his neck and face.

“I’ve brought a friend with me. Now, on your hands and knees, my lord.” Jenny’s voice cut into Linc’s observations. “She’s a new girl at The Market, so she’s a wee bit nervous about all this. Maggie, this is the lord we’ll be servicing tonight.”

He looked up to find she had brought a friend as stated. The girl stood with her gaze latched onto the floor and her hair hanging around her face, obscuring his view. While he often would prefer bedding a man, Linc still enjoyed women in the bedroom thoroughly. He liked the musky taste of a sweet pussy, the soft cries of their pleasure as they peaked, and of course, the tight clasp of their bodies.

Linc reached out and slid a finger under her chin, tipping her face up despite her slight resistance. “Let me see your face.”

As she looked up at him, she seemed to wait for some harsh judgement, though she would get none from him. She wasn’t what the Ton would call a Diamond of the First Water, but she was a pretty enough girl—and with a little coaching from some of the ladies of The Market, he was certain she would be a popular woman before long. 

“Very nice. You’ve a pretty face. Don’t hide it. Now if you’d let me, I’d like to lick your pussy while Jenny here takes care of me.”

Maggie’s eyes grew wide as she darted an uncertain glance at Jenny.

“If I thought you knew the first thing about shagging a man’s arse, I’d trade places with you in a trice. The man’s a god with his tongue,” Jenny encouraged the woman as she shoved a salve covered finger in his arse the way she knew Linc preferred.

Linc groaned as he watched the new girl shed her shift and crawl onto the bed. By the time Jenny had three fingers stretching him out, he had Maggie’s thighs spread and was leaning in for his first taste. 

She was still shy and fairly new to servicing men, that much was clear. Despite his gentleness, she tensed up as Linc ran his tongue over her slit and gathered his first breath of her sweetness. He set about licking her in earnest as Jenny slid on the harness and dildo that would allow her to fuck him as he craved tonight. And Maggie? She was the icing on his cake. 

Jenny pushed into him, sliding the leather covered false cock into his arse in slow measures as his tongue feasted on the new girl. The young woman whimpered as she sank her hands into his hair, pushing her hips up into his face.

The other woman was as deep as she could get inside of him before she slid out. Jenny worked in and out of him, pumping in long steady strokes as Linc concentrated on stroking his own cock with shaking fingers and pushing his tongue deep into Maggie. The woman moaned as she started to come as the sounds of the others finding their own peaks surrounded them.

He needed more. 

Panting, Linc pulled the woman down his body, bringing her fully under him before sinking his cock into her still-convulsing quim. Jenny then allowed him to take over and set the rhythm as he pulled out of Maggie and impaled himself on her dildo, only to reverse course. 

God, yes. 

It was intense to the extreme to have his cock enveloped one moment and his arse filled the next, and yet something about it all was still…off.

His mind might be unsatisfied, but his body didn’t know that. After a few strokes, Linc and Maggie both came. He was about to turn around and see to Jenny when he heard flesh slapping flesh.

“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 his 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 exorcise this new demon—because he absolutely would not be taking Arthur Winterburn, Earl of Dunmere, to his bed.