Stefan's Scandal [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Josie Dennis

  “Christ,” Hugh gasped. “I can’t take much more.”

  “Good.” Stefan kissed his cheek and smiled down at Madeline. “The cream, Maddie.”

  He stepped back a bit and held his own cock in his other hand. She stroked Hugh’s sculpted chest for another moment, then did as Stefan asked.

  His skin was smooth and hot beneath her fingers as she spread the cream over the head of his cock. He was as beautiful as Hugh there as well, and he hissed out a breath as she teased the little dip at the apex.

  “Easy, Maddie,” he breathed. He dipped a finger into the jar she held and lifted his chin. “Now watch, sweet. Watch Hugh as we drive each other mad.”

  Her breath quickened again and she clasped her hands. Stefan dipped his creamed finger between Hugh’s buttocks. When Hugh let out a sound of intense pleasure she nearly swooned herself.

  Stepping around them to the bed again, she watched as Stefan braced his hands on Hugh’s hips and sank into him. They both began to move, groaning and pushing as they rode each other.

  She was on fire now, eager to have what she’d told herself and them that she could never have again. She watched with avid eyes as Hugh grabbed onto Stefan’s shoulders, bracing his legs as Stefan continued to push in and out of him.

  Coming up on her knees once more, she covered her aching breasts with her hands. “Oh, you’re both so beautiful.”

  Stefan began to move faster, kissing Hugh’s neck as he began to lose himself. Hugh moaned again, his face a picture of unfulfilled passion. She couldn’t stand for it. They were loving each other and she had to be a part of it, scandal be damned.

  She hopped off the bed and fell to her knees in front of Hugh. Engulfing his cock in her mouth, she covered Stefan’s hands with her own and moved in rhythm with the both of them.

  She hadn’t done this herself before. When she and Stefan had loved Hugh it had been like kissing. But this? This was making love to him with her mouth. Her tongue. She felt the power of her own passions as she both eased his torment and ratcheted up his pleasure.

  “Madeline!” Hugh cried out. “Stefan, I’m coming!”

  He surged against her tongue, filling her mouth with his own cream as Stefan shuddered behind him. She knew Stefan found his release as well. The ease in tension was evident as he rested his chin on Hugh’s shoulder.

  She sat back on her heels, wiping a drop of Hugh’s essence from her chin as she smiled up at her two men. How did she ever think she could stay away from them?

  Dishonor be damned, she wouldn’t waste another moment of her time at Hawksfell Manor.

  * * * *

  Hugh sucked in air as he regained himself. Stefan’s loving had been thorough, but when Madeline took him over the edge? He thought for a moment that he would perish right there in the blue room.

  “My God,” he gasped.

  Stefan pulled out. “Look at our girl,” he said in his ear. “She needs us.”

  Hugh gazed at Madeline. Her color was high and her eyes bright. She bit her full bottom lip and he wanted her mouth on him again. “I can scarcely move.”

  Stefan laughed softly and patted his shoulder. “I’ll take her pussy if you suck her gorgeous breasts.”

  Madeline blinked up at them both. “Take me, please.”

  She reclined on the carpet, bending her legs and spreading them wide. Her hands were on her breasts again, kneading and pulling as she sought relief. His mouth watered as he imagined sucking her nipples. He fell on her, leaning to one side as Stefan took up the position between her thighs.

  She began to moan immediately, writhing between them as Stefan’s tongue worked. For his part, he bit one nipple and pinched the other. Her breasts were so soft, so sweet. Her nipples were taut and tight and delicious.

  Her fingers worked in his hair as she held him closer, mewling and sobbing as Stefan ate her. He caught Stefan’s gaze from his position below her belly and nearly shouted out his pleasure. This was right. The two of them loving her as easily as they’d both driven him out of his mind. He knew this was over the moment either Madeline or Stefan left the manor, but he was going to revel in every moment until then.

  “Yes!” Madeline cried, her movements frantic now.

  “Maddie, Maddie,” Stefan said, taking a moment to kiss her belly as he worked his fingers in and out of her now. “Come, sweet. Come for us.”

  She cried out, shaking as she arched. Hugh held her close as Stefan wrung every drop of sensation out of her gorgeous body. Her climax was a living thing, free and wild and amazing.

  He kissed her mouth then, catching her breath with his own as he felt her ease back down from her pleasure. He pulled back and rested his brow on hers.

  “Hugh.” She sighed, her eyes darting to where Stefan was now kneeling between her legs. “Stefan. Oh, my…”

  Stefan chuckled as he came up to kiss her. “You came for us, Maddie. For only us.”

  She nodded and came up on her elbows. “I am a wanton and I don’t care a bit.”

  “You’re not a wanton.” Stefan gathered her in his arms and stood. “You’re our girl.”

  She let out a satisfied groan as he deposited her in the center of his big bed. Hugh settled down on one side of her as Stefan took up the space on the other. He could smell both of them on her, both of them on him as well. It was a heady mix and Hugh knew he would never forget this time.

  “What comes next?” she asked on a yawn.

  Stefan stroked her cheek. “You make love with both of us at once, I imagine.”

  She nodded, then her eyes flew open. “Both of you? Inside of me?”

  Hugh covered her breasts with her thin robe, taking a moment to gently touch the tender peak of one. “Do you think it’s impossible?”

  “I have no notion.” She eyed the both of them, an impish smile curving her rosy lips. “I think I would enjoy the attempt.”

  Stefan hugged her close. “You will indeed, sweet. Trust me on this.”

  She nodded again and closed her eyes. “I don’t want this to end.”

  “Why must it?” he asked.

  “My mother wrote to me,” she said in a small voice. “I am called back to Crowley Park. Posthaste.”

  Silence fell on the three of them. Stefan didn’t say anything to her statement, which chilled Hugh to his bones. Hugh didn’t want this to end either. But end it would. That was inevitable no matter what Stefan Hawk, brother to the Earl of Hawksfell, professed.

  Chapter 10

  Hugh slowly pushed into her, his body held stiff as he gripped her hips. Madeline arched her back, certain he would never fit inside but eager for him to fill her. He was easily as well endowed as Stefan, and knew just the right pressure to drive her mad.

  “Hugh…” She sucked in a breath, grasping the coverlet of Stefan’s bed in her fists. “Oh, please!”

  “You’re so tight,” Hugh gasped in a shuddering breath as he pushed in a bit further. “Madeline, you feel so good!”

  She dismissed his words, lost in her own desires. She wanted to come, to take all of him inside of her and lose herself, to be as free as the two of them had been just three nights ago. An image flashed in her mind of Stefan taking Hugh as she pleasured him. The memory of that act was enough to add another dimension to her need. Her thighs trembled as she struggled to hold herself in position for his entrance.

  “Please, Hugh!”

  She felt a hand stroke her cheek and glanced up to find Stefan in front of her. He reclined on one elbow and held his head up on his hand. His stance was relaxed and in complete contrast to the tension that was coiling through her.

  “Stefan,” she breathed.

  “You’re quite lovely, all pink and tousled,” he said.

  She shook her head at him, trying to glare but letting out a moan instead. “You’re at your leisure now, aren’t you?” she managed to ask.

  He shrugged, then curled his hand around the back of her neck. He lifted her hair off her sweat-dampened skin and brought his fac
e to hers.

  “You sucked me, Maddie.” He nuzzled her neck, letting out a low purr. “You made me come so hard I nearly passed out.”

  She flashed a smile, pleased she’d driven him as crazy as he so easily did her.

  “Oh!” Her mind spun as she lost all thought.

  Hugh was fully inside her now, thick and hot and throbbing. Beads of sweat popped out on her skin and she wriggled for a bit of relief.

  “Christ, Madeline,” Hugh rasped. “Easy.”

  She tried to hold still but she wanted to move, ached to move and have him take her hard. Instead he withdrew slowly and sank back into her with a low moan.

  “Please,” she whispered again.

  Stefan kissed her lips and smiled. “You need to come, don’t you Maddie?”

  She gave a shaky nod.

  Stefan kissed her again and grabbed a pillow. “Happy to oblige.”

  Before she could fathom what he was about, he shoved the pillow beneath her and settled himself between her legs. Hugh laughed as Stefan slapped her bottom once before showing her just what he planned for her next.

  His tongue flicked over her clit as Hugh continued to fill and withdraw. She bit her lip to keep from screaming when he began to lap at her. His skilled tongue ran all over her as Hugh finally began to increase his thrusts.

  It was almost too much. Hugh pressing and surging forward, touching a secret spot deep inside. Stefan licking and sucking at her swollen flesh as she began a swift ascent to climax.

  “Yessss!”

  She screamed then. There was nothing else for it. She came and came as Hugh fucked her hard and Stefan suckled her clit. Hugh came hot inside of her, his grip almost painful as he shattered. Before she could catch her breath she began to crest again, shaking and shivering as they both drove her out of her mind.

  Sometime later, she had no idea how many seconds had ticked past, her arms folded beneath her and she fell face first on the soft coverlet. Her breath harsh in her ears, she turned her face and tried to grab onto any thought at all. It was fruitless. Her mind was as limp as her body.

  Thank goodness they were both strong men. She felt Hugh grasp her from behind as Stefan wrapped his arms around her. They shifted and she was once again tucked between them, and once again Stefan brought his face to hers.

  “You’re amazing,” he said, brushing her tangled hair back from her heated cheeks.

  “Astounding,” Hugh added, burying his face in her neck. “I could hold you forever.”

  Stefan made a sound of assent and she closed her eyes. This was what she wanted, both of them holding her and keeping her safe. Safe from her family’s expectations and safe from herself.

  As if from a distance, she could hear the clock ticking away her time at Hawksfell Manor.

  The phantom sound frightened her to her soul.

  * * * *

  Stefan stretched with a groan. He missed having Hugh and Madeline beside him in the big bed. Fucking Hugh to completion as Madeline sucked his beautiful cock? He’d never even imagined such an experience in all his blighted years as a cursed Hawk. Just last night Hugh had finally fucked her, though, from behind as Stefan licked her pussy from beneath. He grinned to himself. God, he loved this big bed.

  There was the matter of her fears, however. He could read her well now. He could imagine the thoughts going through her pretty head. Where was this leading? When would this end? Truth was, he had no bloody idea. He fully expected his brother to have had enough of yet another damn Hawk underfoot. What tied them, really? The fact that their father was a rutting bastard who did nothing to raise his offspring? How, precisely, was Stefan different from any other wayward Hawk?

  He thought of his mother then, of the absent love she’d bestowed on him when she was in residence at Constantine Abbey. She’d been with the late earl on the Titanic. That was undeniable. Had they carried on during the whole of his life? Of Gabriel’s and Matthew’s? Christ, what a mess.

  He swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He should be bone-tired, wrung out from the orgasms he’d had over the past few days. Hell, he’d never had so much sex in his life, not even when he’d first discovered the particulars of his Hawk heritage, when he could neither ease himself nor fight his needs without excruciating pain. But the truth was he felt better than he ever had in his life.

  He had family now, as amazing as that should be. He had pleasant companionship in his two brothers and a welcome greeting from the other Hawks and their families. And he had two lovers he couldn’t have dreamed into being.

  Hugh came in then, ready to dress him for the coming day. They shared a warm glance and once again Stefan felt that sense of rightness.

  “Good morning, Hugh.”

  Hugh smiled, a bright expression. “Stefan.”

  He bustled about the space with efficiency and Stefan let himself be dressed. A glance in the cheval glass showed him he looked every inch the earl’s brother ready for another lazy day in the country.

  “You’ve tricked me out well again,” he said.

  Hugh brushed his hands over Stefan’s shoulders. “Not a difficult feat, Stefan.” He dropped a kiss on his cheek. “You’re a handsome man.”

  He caught Hugh’s eyes in the glass. “I’m a Hawk.”

  Hugh’s eyes narrowed. “Do you think that’s the only thing that makes you appealing?”

  Again, Hugh cut straight through to the heart of the matter. “What do you mean?”

  Hugh shook his head and stepped back. “You’re as handsome as any Hawk I’ve seen, Stefan. But there is more to you. You care about your family, even though you’ve only just made their acquaintance. You care about me and you care about Madeline.”

  Something shifted in Stefan’s chest. That rightness and something more. He took a breath and gave voice to what he’d been feeling over the past week.

  “I love you both.”

  Hugh’s mouth dropped open. “Never say such a thing.”

  “It’s true. Can you say you didn’t sense it?”

  Hugh began to organize the things on the dressing table. “I didn’t want to hope.” His voice was low. “The way I feel for you. For her…It scares me.”

  “It doesn’t have to.” Stefan placed a hand on his shoulder now. “I might be a Hawk but the thought of having anyone other than you both sours my stomach.”

  Hugh finally stopped what he was doing and faced him. “Then you have to do something, and fast.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Madeline received a letter, Stefan. From Crowley Park. You heard her.”

  Stefan blinked, then the truth struck him. “Balls, she did say that. It’s from her mother, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. The countess discussed it with Mr. Crowley last night within my earshot.”

  Stefan sank down in the chair near the hearth. “So that’s it, then. She’s going home.”

  “We don’t know that.”

  Stefan shook his head. “What else can it be, Hugh? She’s a young woman staying at a scandalous estate. Yes, her brother and cousin live here, but what is their situation? Surely her mother knows that the countess loves both Michael Crowley and my brother.”

  Hugh apparently couldn’t deny that. “She can’t know about us, though.”

  Stefan raked a hand through his hair. “Christ, I pray she doesn’t.” He stood. “We have to go to her, Hugh. To make certain that she can’t return to Crowley Park.”

  “And how do you suggest we do that?”

  His heart knew. Somehow, his heart knew, but he couldn’t put it into words. “Let me worry about that.”

  Hugh looked skeptical but nodded and followed him out of the room. By the time they arrived downstairs all hell had apparently broken out. He froze on the stairs, Hugh behind him and a step above.

  “I’m not coming home!”

  Madeline stood with her hands braced on her hips, looking like some kind of wild goddess. Her dress was impeccable, her body draped in rose-colored silk. Her hair wa
s upswept and glistening. But her eyes? Her eyes flashed blue fire as she faced down a woman who could only be her mother.

  Mrs. Crowley was formidable. No doubt as pretty in her youth as both Michael and Madeline, she had an edge of steel that even Stefan could see.

  “I wrote you, Madeline. I told you to come home to Crowley Park immediately. Did you do so? Did you even give me a response?”

  Michael stepped out of the breakfast room. “Mother, please.”

  “And you!” She whirled on her son. “I wrote you as well, Michael. Shame on you. Shame on you for ignoring your mother’s request.”

  “Request?” The countess joined him in the hall. “More like a demand.”

  Mrs. Crowley narrowed her eyes. “I trust you read the letter, Millicent?”

  The countess lifted her chin. “Michael has no secrets from me.”

  The older woman curled her lip. “I should say not. Living in sin with you as he is.”

  A collective gasp filled the room. Stefan started to step down but Madeline’s words stilled him.

  “How dare you? Millie is the sister I never had, Mother. She and Michael are loyal and loving and I couldn’t wish more happiness for either one of them.”

  “What of the earl?” her mother countered. “Tell me you approve of his entanglement with them?”

  “The earl loves them both,” Gabriel said.

  Everyone turned at the sound of his voice. Madeline’s mother paled. “You will not speak to me, you…you…Hawk.”

  She said the name like a curse.

  “Pardon?”

  Gabriel’s voice would freeze the blood of any sane person. Madeline’s mother, however, was apparently untouched.

  “Do you think me ignorant of your reputation, Lord Hawksfell? Of your family’s legacy in Yorkshire? You are sadly mistaken on that point, believe me.”

  “What does that matter, Mother?” Madeline stepped close to her. “Gabriel has been nothing but welcoming to me. He and the rest of his family.”

  “Oh?” Mrs. Crowley’s eyes flashed. “Do you speak of his newly found brother?”