Free Purebred by Georgia Fox Page A

your
brothers."
    "Very. We are loyal,
steadfast—"
    "And you share your wives."
    Alonso smiled. "This is uncouth to you
no doubt."
    "I do not know what it is," she
admitted frankly.
    He tried to explain. "When we find
something good why not share it with the brothers we love? Why be
selfish? Besides we cannot all be home at once. This way they
always have a husband to help." He winked. "A husband to shout at.
Would you rather have one man to protect you or seven?"
    Isobel thought about it. "It's not the
protection part that puzzles me. It's the seven men sharing me
part. In bed."
    "Not just in bed, Isobel," he replied
with a wicked grin.
    She feigned disgust. "And all seven at
once?"
    "Sometimes. It depends."
    Her pussy was moist again already and
since he had just slid his hand between her legs again, he would
know it. "Six more all like you?" she murmured
throatily.
    "Uh huh. Some even more handsome than
me."
    She looked askance.
    He laughed. "Truly."
    "I don't believe that for a moment,
Alonso d'Anzeray." A few moments later he was still laughing, and
she had to remind him to be quiet before someone heard them in the
hayloft.

Chapter Seven
     
    "My lady, you look very happy today,"
observed Jeanne as she poured water to rinse Isobel's
hair.
    "Do I? Goodness," she replied wryly,
"I cannot think what has come over me." But she knew what had come
inside her, many times now.
    "Are you cold, my lady?"
    "Not at all. The water is
warm."
    "Oh, I thought I saw you shiver, my
lady."
    Isobel leaned back against the side of
the wooden bathtub and took in a great breath of lavender and sage.
"Perhaps I did."
    Jeanne set the bucket down
and knelt beside the tub. "Is it because of him ?"
    Isobel turned her head. "Him? What can
you mean?"
    "The Blackheart," Jeanne whispered,
her eyes full and round. "The things he does to you."
    A quick spurt of laughter shot out of
Isobel. She simply could not hold it back in her current giddy
mood. "He makes me happy, Jeanne. There is no other way around it.
I tried to resist his allure, believe me. No doubt this is how he
enchants all his female victims."
    The maid sighed, her shoulders
slumped. "I thought so, my lady. But now he will go away and you
will be sad again."
    The water suddenly felt colder. "Have
you heard talk of him leaving?"
    "I heard the Baron say that Blackheart
has almost fulfilled his duties here and will not be needed much
longer. Good riddance, I say."
    Of course. It would soon be known
whether she was pregnant or not. If there was a child in her belly
the Baron would not want Alonso hanging around any longer. He would
be paid off quickly and given his marching orders.
    She looked down at her breasts, just
visible above the water. They appeared a little fuller than usual
and her husband had remarked upon it last night when he watched the
mating ritual. He had handled them in his sweaty palms, bouncing
them, testing their weight. But a slight tenderness and increase in
size could also be due to her forthcoming flux, as she had pointed
out to him.
    "Don't worry, my lady. You'll still
have me," said Jeanne gallantly. "I won't leave you."
    Isobel smiled. "I know, Jeanne. I
could never manage without you. You are a dear friend to
me."
    "And you to me, my lady."
    She looked at the little maid and saw
tears in her light golden lashes. "Whatever is the matter? Why this
somber face?"
    "It's just that..." Jeanne fussed with
her apron and wiped it over her flushed cheeks, "I always thought I
would never see you quite this happy and content. Now you are and I
know I was not the cause of it. I wish I had been the one to make
you smile, my lady. You never looked at me the way you do at him. I
wish—"
    "Jeanne, that is quite enough!
Gracious, surely you are not jealous of Alonso
d'Anzeray?"
    "He could give you what I
couldn't."
    Isobel groaned, shaking her head. "My
dear Jeanne, I suspect there are not many men either who could give
me what he does. And you have known me many years. You are my