by Josie Dennis
“Yes, Mrs. Holmes.”
Lily stood and smoothed her hands over her apron. She glanced in the small glass set on one wall and saw that her hair was neat and her cap straight. Her uniform was crisp and she wore her drawers today. A wave of heat rushed over her as she remembered the moment when she’d realized the viscount had kept them. For what purpose? As part of his “game,” perhaps? Though it was strange to admit, the notion of him keeping something so intimate of hers made her body tingle.
She made her way up two flights of stairs until she was in the bachelor wing of the manor. The blue room was on the left side of the hallway and as she raised her hand to knock she caught a bit of Graham’s spiciness in the air. He was surely staying across the hall. Holding her breath, she knocked softly but got no answer. Breathing once again, she pushed open the door and was struck by Mr. Spencer’s hint of fresh scent. It was heavier here than Graham’s had been in the hall, yet the two scents seemed to mingle in her head to take her breath once more.
A few pieces of clothing were resting on the chair near the low dressing table. She crossed to the table and picked up a shirt that was missing a button and a jacket that had a small tear on the cuff. The jacket was as finely made as what the viscount had worn yesterday. She remembered grabbing on to his jacket and holding him close as he’d taken her, the material caressing her fingers as he buried himself deep inside of her.
She closed her eyes and brought the jacket to her nose and sniffed. Oh, Mr. Spencer’s smell was as intoxicating as Graham’s. Swaying slightly, she felt her pussy pulse as it had in the garage. Oh, what if Mr. Spencer touched her? Her nipples tightened, and she let out a sigh.
“It seems Lord Weston was correct,” a masculine voice said.
She opened her eyes and clutched the clothing in her hands. The pretty dark-haired man was standing very close. How had he come so near without her knowledge? “Mr. Spencer!”
He tilted his head and smiled. It was a lovely smile, really. “You called Graham by his given name, Lily. Can’t you afford me the same boon?”
She bit her lip as she recalled just when she’d done that. Oh, his mouth had been on her breasts! Nibbling and licking and driving her mad. “Mr. Spencer, I—”
“Colin, love,” he corrected.
She turned, her bottom pressed against the table as she brought the pile of mending close to her chest. “I shouldn’t be in here. Not when you’re present.”
He reached up to stroke her cheek. “But I asked for you.”
She resisted the urge to lean into his hand. His touch was soft yet insistent. “To fetch your mending.”
“And what of my trousers? Will you see to them?”
She glanced down to see an obvious bulge in the fabric at his crotch and squeezed her eyes shut. “Mr. Spencer…”
“Colin.” His hands moved to her neck, his fingers nimble on her skin. “You’re making my cock hard, Lily. Careful, or you’ll be mending the seams of my pants.”
Her mouth dropped open, and he brought his lips to hers. Oh, his taste! His tongue surged inside and she caught his moan. Here was the passion she’d had with Graham. How could she feel it for this man, too?
She didn’t care. “Oh, Colin!”
Dropping his clothes to the floor, she gripped his broad shoulders. He held her closer now, his hands on her bottom as he pressed his cock firmly against the juncture of her thighs. Burying his face in her neck, he licked the skin just above her collar.
“You are sweet,” he rasped. “Graham was right.”
She froze, her eyes snapping open. “Graham?”
He lifted his head. Gently grasping her chin, he looked deep into her eyes. “He told me about the game, Lily.”
“G–game?”
He nodded. “You issued a challenge, love. That you could resist.”
She shook her head. “I never—”
“Then you admit defeat?”
She stared into his bright blue eyes, her legs going weak. “I don’t know how to play this game,” she admitted on a whisper.
“Never fear,” Graham said, stepping out of Colin’s dressing room. “We’ll be happy to teach you.”
He looked as good as Colin did, strong and broad and even larger here in the blue room. Graham stepped behind her and untied her apron. Colin began to work the buttons of her blouse free, tugging it from the waistband of her skirt as Graham drew her skirt up over her legs. His hands brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, bringing to mind all he’d done to her in the garage. She shivered as she felt her pussy swell.
“Oh…” she sighed.
“I can smell you,” Graham said. “Colin, can you smell her?”
Colin brought his nose to the swell of her breasts. “Mmm, yes.”
Her nipples tightened as he dragged his tongue just beneath the edge of her corset. Gripping the dressing table at her back, she leaned her head back and prayed he’d take what she offered. To her delight and relief, he did. He loosened her corset and cupped her breast, tugging on her nipple. Sharp pleasure spiked through her.
“I want to taste you, Lily,” Graham said, dropping to his knees in front of her. He tore her drawers from her and flicked his tongue over her clit. “You’re even sweeter here.”
He stroked her flesh as Colin fondled her nipple. While his mouth tugged and nibbled on her breast, Graham became more forceful on her pussy. His tongue drove into her as his thumb worked her clit. Colin’s mouth pulled at one nipple as he pinched the other. She couldn’t hold on to a thought as they both used their mouths and fingers to set her on fire. She couldn’t catch her breath as Graham lifted her up on her toes.
“Come for us, Lily,” Colin said, moving on to the other breast. “Come.”
She bit her lip to hold back a scream as her orgasm shot through her. Graham’s hands were firm on her bottom as he drew out every pulse and shudder. Colin finally released her breast and brought his mouth to hers again.
“That was lovely,” he said, smiling down at her.
Graham gave her clit one last long lick that made her shiver. Her legs were weak and her body flushed. At this moment she didn’t care about her position at the manor. She didn’t care about her future with either of these gentlemen. No. At the moment, with her heartbeat still erratic and her body replete, she only cared about the game.
* * * *
Graham stood, growling as he cupped himself. His cock was pounding, his beast wild after tasting Lily. “Sweet Lily,” he said, coming up to kiss her. He wanted to fuck her right now, but one look at Colin and he knew he had to let him have the next ride. He needed relief, though. He teased her full lower lip and grinned. “Suck me, Lily.”
She blinked those amazing green eyes, her lush lips parted. “S–suck…?”
He shared a look with Colin, who nodded. “Colin will take you tonight, love.”
Their girl stared at him and gave a small nod, almost as if she wasn’t aware of the gesture. Colin’s expression sharpened, and Graham knew his friend wanted her pussy wrapped around his cock. He couldn’t blame him. He’d never felt a cunt so tight in his life.
“Show her what you need, Graham,” Colin said, his voice low.
She looked from one to the other then settled her gaze on his trousers. He couldn’t wait another moment as he tore at the buttons on his trousers. His cock was free in his hand now, hot and hard and eager for her pretty mouth. He had to lean against the dressing table himself, every bit of his strength seeming to flow into his shaft. “Suck me, Lily,” he said again. “Please?”
Blinking, she seemed to envision it. Her tongue peeped out to lick her lips, and he almost came. With a whimper, a sound of surrender or need, she fell to her knees and closed her mouth around him.
It was heaven, her lips tight on his shaft as her tongue danced over the head. He dug his fingers into her thick, shining hair, scattering pins and letting her little lace cap fall to the floor. She was moaning now, the act apparently causing her body to heat.
Colin lifted Lily off her knees, but she never broke contact on Graham’s cock. Colin maneuvered her in front of him and flipped up her skirt. He fingered her, and she moaned around Graham’s cock. It was a delicious sound and an incredible sensation.
“Ah, Lily. I want to feel your pussy, love,” Colin said. “Graham said you’re so tight.”
She arched toward Colin, nodding and sending a new pulse of pleasure down to Graham’s balls. Graham watched as Colin freed himself. Colin’s eyes were intent, and Graham could well imagine the view. Her lips would be swollen from the orgasm he’d given her, but now they’d open for Colin’s cock. He held his breath, eager for the sight of Colin pounding into her tender flesh.
Colin held onto her slender hips and sank into her. He threw his head back as he moved, faster and faster until all three of them were panting.
“I’m coming!” Graham shouted, coming into her mouth in hot spurts.
She licked him one more time then lifted her head. “Oh, my!” Her legs shook as she gripped the table, one hand on each side of Graham’s hips.
Colin was balls-deep, his head thrown back as his body worked her. She was close. Graham knew it. He drew her slightly up to him, kissing her swollen mouth as Colin continued to fuck her. Reaching down between her legs, he pinched her clit. She screamed as she came, bucking wildly as Colin joined her in climax.
He kissed her again, stroking her hair back from her sweat-damp brow. “Did you like the game tonight?”
She nodded to him then straightened to throw her arms around Colin. “That was lovely!”
Colin grinned, his cheeks ruddy. “At the risk of echoing Graham, we’re going to do that again.”
She seemed to swoon, but neither he nor Colin missed it when she whispered the word yes. He might not know what was going on between him and his best friend after their night together, but he knew this girl could please them both.
Maybe, just maybe, she could help them figure out where this game was leading.
Chapter 7
“What are Graham’s plans, Gabriel?”
The countess’s innocent question made Lily start. She fumbled a bit, but neither Lady Hawksfell nor the earl seemed to notice anything amiss in her demeanor. She kept her back to them just in case, though. Her cheeks were warm, but she supposed that could be attributed to her close proximity to the fire. The morning’s chill could be felt if you stood close to the windows today, so no one would think it odd that she sought out the warmth of the hearth.
“My cousin isn’t about to confide in me, Millicent,” the earl answered.
Lily watched him out of the corner of her eye, seeing the stark similarities between him and Graham. Same striking features, dark eyes, and cleft chin. His hair was a lustrous black like Colin’s, though. Oh, her silly head was muddled from the incredible pleasure the two friends had given her in the blue room. Imagine, two men pressing every single physical nerve she hadn’t even known she had?
“Maybe he’ll share with Matthew,” the countess said. “Your brother has a way with all of these wayward Hawks.”
The earl chuckled. “He certainly does.”
Lily speedily set Lady Hawksfell’s vanity table to rights. She knew little of Matthew Hawk other than that he was but one Hawk to visit the manor and find the future meant for him. Even Derek Hawk, who had arrived with a lady in tow last month, was happily settled with her and the handsome ex-chauffeur, Mosley.
“But Graham doesn’t seem to take anything seriously,” the countess said.
Lily bit her lip as she recalled just how intent he’d been when he’d wrung every drop of pleasure from her body last evening. He might be playing a game but he seemed dead serious about it.
“If that will be all, my lady?” she asked, dipping a curtsey.
“Hmm?” The countess turned then smiled at her. “Yes, Lily. Thank you.”
Lily turned to leave the room, relief flooding her. She longed to be alone with her thoughts and worries, though that last was something she preferred not to consider.
“I believe Graham may surprise you,” the earl said as Lily walked toward the door.
“Perhaps.” The countess laughed softly. “Although I can’t help hoping that yet another Hawk won’t steal away more of our staff.”
A chill passed through Lily. She stepped into the corridor and slumped against the wall, safely out of sight of the earl and his wife. The countess’s words echoed in her head. Steal more of the staff? Yes, Matthew Hawk married Posy, and Patrick Hawk wed Mary, Lily’s predecessor. Could the countess know what she’d done with the newest Hawk, though? With his good friend?
“Game or no, this has to stop,” she muttered.
“What’s that, Lily?” Cabot stepped toward her, his head cocked to the side. “What game are you playing?”
“Nothing, Cabot.”
His eyes ran over her but she didn’t see his usual brand of suggestiveness. No, today he looked almost contrite.
“I’m sorry about the other day,” he said.
She recalled the bit of teasing he’d done out by the carriage house. She’d been terrified, but it really had nothing to do with Cabot. No. Her mind had gone back to the night the old baron forced himself on her. Besides, the pinches and grasps Cabot attempted were nothing when compared to what Graham had later done to her. Of course, she’d wanted every naughty thing he’d done and nothing of what Cabot had played at.
“It’s all right,” she assured him.
She could see the relief flood Cabot’s face. His fair brows drew together. “Was Lord Weston harsh with you, too?”
“Harsh?” She thought of Graham’s face, first as he’d taken her and then last night as he’d buried his face in her pussy. “No.” Swallowing, she fought to keep her features even. “Not harsh, precisely.”
Cabot pressed a hand to his chest. “Good. I was worried about you. I know how Hawks can be.”
The chill from outside seemed to seep into her chest. “What do you mean?”
“I shouldn’t say.”
She grabbed Cabot by the lapel of his jacket and pulled him into the nearest empty room. “Tell me,” she pleaded.
“You weren’t here before, Lily. You don’t know.”
She thought for a moment. “I know the earl was different before his marriage. From what little the other staff would tell me, of course.”
“And it’s true. When the countess and Mr. Crowley came to the manor, things changed drastically.”
She shouldn’t ask but she had to know. She’d tried to get it out of Posy and then with Miss Holbrook, the lady Derek Hawk married. Neither woman would say a word about it, though. “What was it like, Cabot?”
His cheeks red, he leaned close. “He took his pleasure with the staff. Whenever and wherever he desired.”
Her mouth dropped open. She’d imagined such a thing, but to hear it aloud? “You, too?”
“I…pleased him, yes.”
“And all the staff…?”
“Not Mr. Carstairs or Mrs. Holmes, of course. But yes, all of the staff was at his disposal.”
Her mind raced and she held up a hand to the wall to steady herself. “T–the other Hawks. The ones who came after. Did they…?”
Cabot shrugged. “Not to my knowledge, though there were some high jinx about the manor before each of them settled down.”
“High jinx?” Her throat grew tight. “All of them?”
“Yes.” Cabot’s eyes widened. “Oh, I don’t mean to say that Lord Weston is about any nefarious doings, Lily.”
She closed her eyes. “No. I know.”
“I must go see to their dinner dress.”
With that, Cabot left her alone to consider what he’d told her. All of the other Hawks indulged at the manor? She’d known Posy and Matthew Hawk had been about something before he declared himself. As for Derek Hawk, she didn’t have much contact with him or his new wife, Diana. They took
Mosley with them, though. Did the pretty ex-chauffeur love them both? Did Diana love them?
It was astounding to think of the strange tale Cabot told. He’d pleased the earl, he’d said. Her skin flushed. Had he sucked the earl’s cock as she’d sucked Graham’s? That brought another possibility to her now-fertile mind. Did Colin and Graham please each other as expertly as they’d pleased her?
They were both so beautiful. Maybe the next time they were together…
“No!” she cried. She covered her mouth, praying no one had heard her outburst. “There will be no next time,” she vowed, her voice lowered. “They can simply play their game without me.”
Her eyes stung, but she wouldn’t shed a tear. What good was crying over something that never was? Over something that could never be?
The old baron might have used her once, but she wouldn’t be a plaything again.
* * * *
Colin wandered around the manor the next afternoon, with little to occupy himself. After another strange yet cozy breakfast with Graham and his new family, he felt the itch to get out and do some thinking. He and Graham hadn’t talked of anything but the perfection that was Lily’s mouth and pussy, and he felt a constant hum of desire whenever he thought of how beautiful she’d looked with her mouth tight on Graham’s cock.
He’d almost felt every pull of her sweet suction himself then and now he couldn’t wait to experience it for real. He could imagine her taste. Graham had looked supremely entranced when he’d licked her. He knew she was hot and tight, though. Colin had never felt such a tight pussy in his life. When he’d gripped her slender hips and pounded inside her, he’d felt like he could lose himself. He let himself really go for the first time since that night with Graham.
Now he wanted her mouth on his cock, and as soon as possible. Maybe he could lick her at the same time. God, maybe she could stretch out on top of him while Graham slowly fucked her.
“May I help you, Mr. Spencer?”
The question drew him up short. Mrs. Holmes voice dragged him back from his mind’s illicit wanderings. Under the housekeeper’s pointed gaze, Colin felt his face heat.
