Hellion (Seven Brides for Seven Bastards, 7) by Jayne Fresina Read Free Book Online Page A

agreed. Looking at the
ground, she found a spot of grass between the dry ruts left by
carriage wheels. Here she arranged her cloak to sit upon it and
then, her hands resting on the earth behind her, she parted her
legs. The breath caught in his throat. He felt like a twelve-year
old boy again, thrilled just by a glimpse of a naked woman. But
there was something about this one— perhaps it was her bossiness,
or that noble mien which shone through even when she was covered in
filth. Perhaps it was the way she took control of this
game.
    Clever of her to have the bars between
them, he mused.
    She did not spread her legs like a
whore, but held them slightly apart, as if it was casual— a sunny
day in a meadow and she thought she was alone, unobserved. Helene
leaned back and tipped her head to look up at the moon. Her hair,
all that rich velvet, tumbled down over her shoulders to the
ground.
    The hunger growing quickly and
fiercely, Sal hunkered down on his side of the gate and tried again
to reach through the bars, but she was just a few inches too far.
Her pussy was there for him to see, not touch, and he was left
clawing at the air like a caged beast.
    He stared at the pink lips of her
cunny. They looked moist, as if she was aroused by this too. With a
soft grunt, he reached into his breeches, unable to stop himself.
She must have heard the sound for her head came up again to see
what he did and then her eyes widened when she laid them upon his
cock and saw him holding it, rubbing it furiously, fingers curled
around it. If he was not mistaken her legs just parted an inch
more, almost as if it was instinctive at the sight of his
erection.
    He licked his lips and swallowed
another groan. Did she just smile at him? The brazen, teasing
wench! So much for piety, he mused. Well, he could certainly attest
to her charity at least. She was indeed generous to this common,
lusty oaf she honored with a sight of her noble cunny.
    With one hand she now explored her own
body, cupping and squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, then
letting her fingers slip slowly down betwixt her thighs. She
stroked the glistening, fragrant curls and toyed with her pussy
lips.
    The heat of his need was close to
boiling over as he watched her press a finger between her folds. He
slowed his hand, not wanting to come so soon. What was wrong with
him that he should be on fire just from this?
    How many women had masturbated
themselves for his pleasure? More than he could count. But not like
her. Not like this.
    Her finger moved upward to the crest
of her pouty labia and circled the pink pearl, that little "man in
a boat" as one of his brothers had named it. He couldn't remember
which one. Now he saw her getting slicker and her hips rolled
slightly. Soon he'd smell her musk.
    She began using two fingertips,
massaging her core while she stared at him with those strange
lavender eyes. Her eyelids drooped and he could see her breasts
jostling in the moonlight, her entire body trembling as the
sensations stole through her nerves.
    Sal quickened his own hand, up and
down the rigid, pulsing staff that strained upward in a fruitless
quest to find her. A bead of clear liquid already came out of his
cock head, and the surging of his seed was too strong to hold back
much longer. It was bestial tonight, raw and savage.
    Everything Lady de Leon thought of
him.
    But there she was working her own
pussy frantically, hips lifted an inch off the ground, heels
pressing in the dirt, slowly spreading wider. He saw her face, her
eyes closed now, lips held tight to keep her cries silenced. Her
cheeks were colored by a very charming flush. He would wager they
were hot. If he put the tip of his wet tongue to her face, he would
feel the heat of her pleasure. And her shame.
    Yes, surely part of that blush was
caused by shame because of what she was doing for him. She, a
noblewoman of fine pedigree blood— woman renown for her diligent
prayers and God-fearing life, spreading herself