by Josie Dennis
She stared into his dark eyes and shook her head. “N–no.”
He brought his face to the side of her neck and breathed in deeply. “You’re like a biscuit dripping with icing.”
Her juices began to flow at his words. Closing her eyes, she gave up any pretense of resisting her urges. For now.
She let her head fall back. “Then take me, Trevor.”
He laughed, the sound rough in her ears. “Ah, I shall. But not until you’re ready and eager, love.”
His fingers worked on her blouse buttons as Grayson stood close behind her. He worked the pins out of her hair and ran his fingers through it. It was heavenly to have another knead her scalp. To gently untangle her thick waves. It was the one indulgence she allowed herself. That, and her lacy underthings.
“Mmm,” she murmured, leaning her head on Grayson’s chest.
Trevor took advantage of her easy submission to spread her corset wide and kiss her breasts. His mouth was hot. Hungry. Grayson’s hands were deft as he removed the rest of her clothing. And before she was aware she was naked and seated in the center of Trevor’s bed.
“There, love,” Trevor said, coming to sit behind her. “Grayson is going to taste you.”
She looked at Grayson where he stood at the foot of the bed. He still wore his trousers but nothing else. Lord, he was beautiful. Sculpted muscles and a stance that accentuated his strong arms and long legs. His erection was all but visible in his pants, and she knew just what was hidden there.
She licked her lips and leaned back on her hands. Trevor was there to catch her, parting his long legs and settling them alongside hers. She could feel him hard and straining behind her and couldn’t resist wiggling her bottom.
“Naughty girl,” he said, nipping her earlobe. “I’ll be inside you soon. Believe me.”
He pulsed forward and for an instant his words had another meaning. He couldn’t mean…Oh, he was a Hawk. He surely knew every way to make love.
“Do you mean in my bottom?” she asked.
He laughed, low and soft. “A delightful package. My original impression stands.”
“Please, Ivy,” Grayson said, his voice tight. “Spread your legs.”
She promptly forgot about Trevor’s outrageous words and gave her attention to the man now staring hotly at her. Legs trembling, she slowly drew her feet closer and let her thighs part. Grayson sucked in a breath and Trevor let out a low whistle.
“I can smell her, Grayson,” Trevor said. “Wait until you taste her sweet pussy.”
His closeness, taken with Grayson’s sharp regard, made her swell. She couldn’t be embarrassed by her reaction. Any woman would be eager for whatever these two men had in mind for her body. She put aside any lingering hesitation, not that there was more than a jot of it, and spread her legs wider.
“Lick me, Grayson,” she demanded.
Grayson groaned and fell into her. His mouth slid over her, spreading her juices as he began to savor. She discovered he was as thorough and methodical in this as he was in everything he did. His tongue dragged slowly over one lip and the other, circling completely around her clit before repeating the process in reverse. Trevor’s large hands closed over her breasts and he began to pinch her nipples, tonguing her ear as she reached up to clutch his shoulders.
Grayson’s mouth was magic on her flesh and she held on more tightly to Trevor behind her. Her every nerve ending was snapping and popping and she felt as though she was coming apart. Again and again he slowly licked her, moving two large fingers in and out in a lazy rhythm designed to split her in half with want. She was so close to what the two of them gave her yesterday. She was almost afraid to experience what she knew was crashing toward her.
“Yes!” she cried out, arching. “Oh, what you’re doing to me!”
“Who, love?” Trevor asked, nuzzling the side of her neck.
“B-both of you.” She gasped, unable to suck in air. “It’s too much.”
She must have begun to squeeze her legs together, because Trevor shifted and locked each of his ankles against hers. He held her legs braced apart now. Open to everything Grayson was doing.
“Let him, Ivy,” Trevor rasped. “Let him make you come.”
“I love your taste,” Grayson said, pausing to kiss her inner thigh. “I could eat you all day.”
“I gathered as much,” she half-choked out a laugh. “You’re killing me, Grayson!”
“Ah, our girl has no patience.” Trevor chuckled in her ear. “Finish her, Grayson. Make her scream.”
She thought to protest that she would do any such thing and then Grayson proceeded to suckle her clit in time to Trevor’s pressure on her breasts. She broke then, screaming and trembling as the two of them made her soar to the coffered ceiling.
“There’s a girl,” Trevor said, his voice rough. “I can’t wait to fuck you and make you come again.”
“And again,” Grayson said, coming to his knees between her numb limbs.
She tried to catch her breath as she simply sank into the bed.
“No sleep just yet, sweet.” Trevor urged her upward and turned her to kiss her long and hard. He pulled back and smiled into her eyes. “Now for my ride.”
* * * *
Trevor was shaking from the need scraping through him. Watching Grayson work on Ivy’s lovely pink pussy was nearly enough to break him. But when she’d cried out, grabbing at him and writhing in his arms? He’d been so close he’d nearly spilled his seed on her pretty little bottom.
“You are incredible, Ivy,” he said, coming to kneel beside her. “Are you ready for me?”
She turned slumberous eyes in his direction but he could see the hunger in their deep brown depths. “Yes, Trevor.”
He glanced at Grayson, who looked like he was about to burst himself. He knew the torture the man was feeling. The taste of Ivy and the three of them so close to everything they’d talked about was making him ache, too. Forget about his Hawk beast. This went beyond anything. This was more than he’d ever experienced, truth be told. He couldn’t wait for all of them to come together.
“Here, love,” he said, pulling her up and into his arms. “On your knees, please.”
She nodded and stared at his rampant erection. A drop of cream squeezed out on the tip and her tongue flicked out to lick her lips. “You want me to suck you.”
He closed his eyes and took in a sharp breath, then smiled at her. “Not at present, no. I’m going to take you and you’re going to suck Grayson.”
Her mouth fell open and he couldn’t help but kiss her. Her every curve pressed against him, nothing between their skin. Her breasts were plump and soft, her nipples tight and delicious against his chest. He couldn’t resist cupping her ass and pulling her against him even though the pressure against his cock was nearly excruciating. Grayson came behind her as he’d been when he’d first brought the tasty bundle to his guest room. He ran his open mouth over her supple back and she arched more fully against Trevor. When Grayson leaned over her shoulder Trevor couldn’t resist kissing his lips. He could taste Grayson’s freshness but Ivy’s sweetness was there, too. A heady muskiness on his tongue that had his pulse pounding.
Ivy’s eyes grew round and that heat came into them again. “That’s…lovely.”
He pulled back and brought his face close to hers. “You’ve kissed Grayson, love. But tonight? I can taste you on his tongue.”
She gasped, then kissed him hard. He took what she gave him as she rubbed against his cock. He was going to come against her belly before he even fucked her if he didn’t act quickly.
In one smooth move he flipped her over and drew her up on her knees. She fell forward onto her hands as he’d planned and he positioned himself behind her.
“Trevor!”
“You’re gorgeous from this angle as well,” he said, rubbing his palms over her ass. He fingered her pink little hole and she gasped again.
“My bottom, Trevor?” she asked, craning to look at him again. “You sa
id that before but…”
“I’ll fuck you there, Ivy.” His cock twitched at the prospect but he kept himself in check. “I’ll take your ass while Grayson plows your cunt. But not tonight.”
She gave a shaky nod and he could see both apprehension and intrigue on her face. She was amazing, really. Grayson shifted to stand in front of her beside the bed and there was no taking her attention from his magnificent cock. Trevor shuddered as Grayson stroked himself. The man was truly beautiful.
“Will you please suck me, Ivy?” Grayson asked her, his words proper even as his voice rasped with need.
She swiftly nodded and covered the broad cock’s head with her rosy lips. He watched her throat work as she drew him deep inside. The sight nearly felled him.
“God, this is going to be fast,” Trevor said.
Grayson leaned his head back and moaned. “For you or for me?” he bit out.
Trevor couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Both, I wager.”
Then he grabbed on to Ivy’s slender hips and positioned himself beneath her. Right up against her scalding hot pussy. She was dripping wet, drenched with juices that coated his shaft. He slid over her, again and again. She mewled as he stroked over her sensitive flesh, but never released Grayson’s cock. It was torture, watching her loving Grayson and feeling her desire coat his cock. It was more than he could bear.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Trevor said.
He reared back and drove into her cunt. Ivy cried out, then pushed back against him. She was tighter than he’d imagined. Slick and hot and perfect. He closed his eyes and rode her hard as she moaned around Grayson’s cock. He was deep inside, as far as he could go, and began pounding in a rhythm set to drive her mad. He bit his lip and knew she wasn’t the only one going out of her mind.
He opened his eyes and managed to catch Grayson’s gaze. His eyes were clouded and they shared a look of intense astonishment. This was even better than he’d imagined as he’d waited for the two of them in his room.
“I’m not going to last,” he admitted for the first time in his memory. “Make him come, Ivy. Suck him hard.”
She must have listened, for Grayson cried out.
“Ivy, your mouth!” Grayson moaned. “Trevor, you must feel this.”
“I will,” Trevor said. “Believe me, I can hardly wait.”
Soon he was lost in sensations, pulling in and out of Ivy’s snug pussy as he fought to hold on to any of his lauded Hawk control. Her smooth thighs trembled against his as she neared her own climax. Their moans and groans echoed around the room as each of them edged closer and closer to release. He knew he was going to come soon. He wouldn’t be alone. He wouldn’t.
Reaching beneath her, he pinched her clit and she shoved back into him. He was fully engulfed in her. When she began to quake around his shaft, undulating as she rode her orgasm, he gave in and came in one long, hard rush.
As if from far away, he could hear Grayson’s sounds of completion as Ivy sucked him dry. Trevor’s release seemed to go on forever, turning him inside out as he poured himself into her. She took it. What he and Grayson gave her. It was as near to perfect as he could ever want.
They were soon a pile of satisfied lovers, sprawled over his bed with tangled limbs and sighs of release.
“That was astounding,” Trevor managed to say.
Grayson echoed his sentiment and Ivy simply purred and cuddled between them. Their bodies were slick with sweat and the scent of sex and sweetness hung in the air. Trevor breathed in deeply.
Something shifted in his chest as he hovered between wakefulness and slumber there with his two lovers. A sense of something he’d never felt before.
The desire to stay like this forever.
He laughed inwardly. That was surely ridiculous. Hawks didn’t do forever, Gabriel and Matthew aside. He certainly did not. The truth of the matter was he preferred his pampered life at Heatherton House. Doing precisely what he wanted. And who he wanted. This sense of needfulness? His mind must be addled by his orgasm.
It couldn’t be that two people he’d known for less than a week could mean more than any lovers he’d ever taken.
“Preposterous,” he muttered.
“Pardon?” Grayson asked softly from his side of the bed.
“Nothing,” he answered. He did stretch his arms around Ivy and hold her close, however. “Nothing at all.”
Why did he suspect that wasn’t exactly the truth?
Chapter 8
A week later, Ivy climbed the stairs to her rooms as usual to sleep in her lonely bed. What was most unusual about this evening was that she was bone-tired and physically exhausted in the absolutely best manner. Oh, what Grayson and Trevor did to her tonight! She would have thought they’d explored every lovely thing the three of them could, aside from Trevor taking her in her bottom. He’d promised to do just that but he hadn’t. Not yet.
She still could scarcely believe such a thing would be possible, both of them inside her at the same time. They were both such large men. And the memory of watching Grayson take Trevor’s arousal in his mouth and lick him to orgasm made her quiver even now. Their bodies straining, Grayson hard and needy and ready for her to ride him until they both broke.
“I trust you’re all done in, Ivy?” Mrs. Holmes asked, startling her out of her sensual musings.
“Oh!” Ivy held her hand over her heart and clutched at the stair rail. “I… Yes, I am a bit tired.”
The housekeeper narrowed her formidable gaze on her and Ivy fancied the woman could see straight through to her naked body.
“You have been out-of-sorts lately,” Mrs. Holmes said. “I trust all is right with your work?”
Alarm trilled through Ivy. “Has the countess said anything? I have been ever conscientious.”
Mrs. Holmes waved a hand. “No, no. Lady Hawksfell hasn’t said a word against your work. I’m merely voicing my own observations.”
Ivy fought the urge to run her hands over hair she knew must look out of place. Oh, she’d managed to pin most of it back up but as she’d ridden Grayson, Trevor had held on to her from behind. He’d run his big hands all over her body and through her hair as she’d come undone.
“I’m sorry to give you any concerns, Mrs. Holmes. I value this position above all else.”
Mrs. Holmes shook her head. “Do not trouble yourself, Ivy.” She pursed her lips for a moment, then nodded. “I know life at Hawksfell can have its own challenges. You haven’t been here very long. Your position is an enviable one.”
Something whispered through Ivy’s brain. Tales of past servants who fell prey to Hawks and lost their positions. Or got new ones? She wasn’t quite sure, as none of the other staff spoke of it. There was Cabot, of course. Who now worked with the previous Hawk who visited. Victor Hawk, who had come to the manor with his third cousin Violet. Her heart skidded to a stop. She’d known Cabot went to live with them but she hadn’t thought the three of them engaged in what she and Grayson and Trevor did.
“My position,” Ivy repeated. “Mrs. Holmes, are you saying my position is in jeopardy?”
“No, Ivy. Forgive me for causing you worry. It wasn’t my intention.”
Ivy waited for her to say more. What, precisely, did Mrs. Holmes know about what went on under the many-spired roof of the manor? But the housekeeper just gave her a small smile that had a touch of sympathy at the corners.
“I’ve said too much,” she stated. “Good night.”
Ivy watched her make her way downstairs toward the servants’ hall, then hurried up to her room. She was certain there was far more to it than the housekeeper said tonight. Trepidation skittered across her skin. If Mrs. Holmes suspected that Ivy was up to something with Trevor Hawk, she would have said as much. Wouldn’t she?
“She couldn’t know.” Ivy covered her mouth. “Oh, no. This can’t go on.”
“What can’t go on?” Grayson said from close behind her.
She jumped and spun to face him. “What are you d
oing, speaking so close here in the hallway?” She pushed her door open. “Come in here.”
Rushing into her room, she dragged him in with her.
“What is wrong?” Grayson’s brow furrowed as he shut the door. “Why, you’re as pale as starched linen.”
She shoved her hair back off her forehead, not daring to look in the small glass on the bureau. No doubt it would confirm that Mrs. Holmes had just seen her looking very much like a woman who’d just been up to shenanigans.
“I just had a very odd conversation with Mrs. Holmes, Grayson.”
His eyes widened. “Never say she knows!”
“I don’t think so. She suspects…something, though. She was very cryptic but her warning was clear.”
Grayson took her hands in his. “Your hands are like ice. Come and sit.”
She did so, letting him rub his hands over hers until she felt the chill begin to leave her. This was odd, since the last time she’d been close to him he’d been rock hard and high up inside of her. She had trouble separating this Grayson from one of her lovers. Maybe that was what Mrs. Holmes sensed as well. The wanton hidden within the sober lady’s maid.
“This can’t go on,” she choked out. “If we’re found out we’ll both lose our positions.”
Grayson shook his head. “No. Trevor promised. I trust his word.”
“How?”
“How?” He blinked at her, obviously at a loss. “You trust him with your body, Ivy. Do you doubt he would keep your heart safe?”
“My heart?” Ivy scoffed. “He wants nothing to do with my heart. Of that, I’m certain.”
“And what of mine?”
She thought for a moment, recalling the tender looks the two men exchanged in her company. “He cares for you, Grayson. I believe that.”
“I care for him,” Grayson admitted. “Yes, he pleases me but I feel the need to please him. Can’t you admit at least that?”
“I feel that way for the both of you,” she admitted. “I get pleasure by giving both of you yours. But what does that have to do with caring?”
“Everything.” He brought her hands to his lips and dropped a kiss on her knuckles. “I care for you, Ivy. I think I’m falling in love with you.”
