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the spectacular hourglass shape without the restraining corset, but he liked her soft curves and round belly just as much.
    Robert began to stroke the woman’s arms, then her ribs, then further downward until he reached the inside of her thighs.
    “Her skin is so soft,” he said running his fingers lightly over her hip.
    “Hmm.” Wren bent over to kiss her mouth and tease one of her breasts.
    When Robert’s hands disappeared between her thighs, a light shudder ran through her body, perhaps signalling a return to consciousness.
    “Let’s keep doing this,” Wren told Robert. “Come up here and pinch her breasts. I want to lick her clit.”
    The brothers exchanged places, Wren taking over Robert’s position between her thighs. What a sight she was, with her lower lips covered in a sticky mix of butter, semen and her own juices, her pussy still red and swollen with arousal.
    Wren loved it. He leant down to taste her clit and to lick the little nub the same way she had licked the tip of his cock earlier in the evening. He sighed. She was just too perfect, his woman.
    His woman.
    He jerked upright. Where had that thought come from? She wasn’t his. For God’s sake, he didn’t even know her name! Idiot that he was, he had forgotten to ask her before she had sucked every thought straight out of his brain through his cock.
    It was too late to ask her. “I say, we just had incredibly great sex together, would you kindly tell me your name now?” Not bloody likely. And he certainly didn’t have any claim on her. If anything, she was his brothers’ shared whore, soon to be mistress. That was all. He had better get used to the idea.
    The woman gave a little moan of frustration and wiggled her hips in search of more stimulation. Realising that she had to be awake, he looked up her body and met her gaze. She looked a little stunned, and he grinned. “We had to wake you up somehow, didn’t we?” he told her, before he turned to his brother. “Let’s get her dressed, Rob, Tom could be here with the carriage at any moment.”
    “No!” she protested.
    Wren gave her an amused look. “No?”
    “Please, don’t stop, sir.” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, but he could hear the arousal in it.
    “You are quite insatiable, aren’t you, my dear? But I fear neither Robert nor myself can oblige you at the moment.” He looked down his own body at his sadly drooping member, then over at Robert’s equally flaccid cock and shook his head in disgust.
    Her lower lip pushed forward in an adorable little-girl pout and Wren would have done almost anything for her at that moment. His gaze fell on the tray of food still resting on the low table beside the bed. Nothing was left on it except for the half empty tankard of ale and…half a cucumber.
    He got up and took the cucumber, weighing it tentatively in his hand. It felt a little rough, so he used the butter knife to peel off the dark green skin. When he looked up, Wren saw both Robert and the woman staring at him curiously.
    “We’ll use the cucumber to fuck her with,” he explained.
    “You’re mad.” Robert said.
    “No, I think she might enjoy this.”
    The woman’s gaze was fixed on the vegetable, her eyes wide.
    “Would you like me to use this to fuck you?” Wren asked her, holding up the peeled cucumber, which had begun to resemble a rather large, light green phallus.
    The woman swallowed visibly. Her voice was high and squeaky when she answered, “I’m not sure, sir.”
    “Hmm,” Wren mused, “maybe we should put some butter on it. To make it slip in more easily.” He picked up the butter dish from where Thomas had dropped it at the foot of the bed.
    Wren rubbed the rounded end of the vegetable in the grease. He looked up from what he was doing when he heard the woman gasp.
    “You want this, don’t you?” he said, wiggling the cucumber at her.
    She nodded almost imperceptibly, her wide green eyes still fixed on the vegetable.
    Wren grinned at