“How does that feel, William?” he asked, his voice low.
“So good,” William said. He reached up and grabbed on to Matthew’s shoulders. “Suck me harder, Posy.”
She did. Her pussy began to ache from William’s reactions to what the two of them were doing to him. She cupped his balls and gently squeezed the base of his shaft as she nibbled around the head. William was lost now, as lost as she’d been between them, and she wanted him to feel what she had. When he began to tremble, so close to release she could taste him already, she closed her mouth over the head again and hummed.
“I’m coming!” he cried.
Matthew held him up as William exploded down her throat. She sat back on her heels after, watching his beautiful face as he tried to catch his breath. Matthew turned his face toward him and kissed him on the lips.
“Oh, that’s just lovely,” she said.
Matthew patted William on the shoulder. “Now how about our girl again?”
He tore off his trousers, and his cock was huge in his hand. “I want to feel you come around my cock, Posy.”
Excited, she jumped to her feet. “Oh, yes!”
Chapter 9
Matthew grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed. Before she could catch her breath he drove deep inside her. He moved so fast, so hard, that she just let go. He eased first one arm then the other beneath her knees and opened her even wider.
“How does that feel?” he asked as he had William earlier.
He touched every bit of her, his pelvic bone rubbing against her sensitive clit. She couldn’t answer, so she just nodded as her next orgasm hit. He didn’t relent. Again and again he moved inside her, their bodies sliding deliciously against each other as he fucked her. She rode him, biting back a scream as he bent down to nip at her breast.
“How many times now, love?” William asked beside her.
“I…” She cried out again, clamping down tight around Matthew’s cock. “I don’t know!”
Matthew let out a laugh and a groan as she arched up toward him. It was amazing how skilled he was with that big Hawk cock of his. Years of practice, no doubt. All thoughts of his past lovers flew from her mind as he sent her flying over the edge one more time.
“Posy, love!” he cried, driving deep and giving a great shudder.
He poured himself into her, and she nearly melted into the mattress. He kissed her then.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
She did, finding him smiling down at her. “Matthew, that was…” There were no words. Not for the pleasure and not for the feeling when he came inside her.
Turning, he fell beside her. William stroked her cheek. “You’re incredible in your release, you know.”
“Then you must have enjoyed the show, for even I don’t know how many times I came.”
Matthew laughed. “Enough for now, I daresay.”
“For now?” She snorted. “I’m spent.”
Matthew bent his head and licked her nipple. She shivered. “Give William and me a bit of time to recover, and I believe we can change your mind about that.”
William pulled up the coverlet, and she cuddled against her two men.
* * * *
“There’s to be a ball,” Matthew said after a while. “The earl decided tonight.”
“More work for the staff then,” she said, nuzzling her face against his chest.
Matthew chuckled as he brushed her silken hair from her cheek. “Perhaps, but I hope they can have a bit of fun as well.”
“How?” William asked.
Matthew leaned up on one elbow. “It’s to be a masked ball. I would love it if the two of you attended.”
Posy exchanged a look with William then smiled. “Oh, with masks no one will know we’re not guests!”
“Naughty, I know,” Matthew said.
“I admit I’m tempted,” William said.
“You?” Posy asked. “You’re always so proper.”
“You just had my cock in your mouth while Matthew fingered my ass, Posy. I think we can dispense with propriety among the three of us.”
Her cheeks turned pink, but Matthew knew she was reliving all they’d shared tonight.
“Did you like that, William?” she asked. “What Matthew did?”
William’s cheeks reddened, but his eyes were bright. “I did. Almost as much as having my cock in your luscious mouth.”
Matthew saw it in his mind, just as he’d imagined at dinner. The feel of William’s ass in his hands as Posy sucked him had his beast stirring. “Damn, I’m hard again.”
Posy reached down beneath the coverlet and grasped him. Her fingers were delicate and thorough as she stroked him. “You are!”
William eased closer. “Touch me, Posy.”
She shook her head. “Take me, William.”
A delightful notion struck Matthew.
“On your knees, love,” he said.
Posy clasped her hands again in that manner that told him she was excited. She moved her perfect little body and rose up on all fours. She braced her knees apart. “Take me, William,” she said again.
William moved behind her and stroked his cock up against her pussy. She purred and pushed back. Matthew knew this was going to be something to see.
“Fuck her,” he told William. “Man, I could come just imagining it.”
William grabbed her hips and sank deep inside her. Posy cried out, no doubt still sensitive from everything they’d done to her already. When William began to thrust, long slow movements, her face wore a look of rapture. She licked her lips, and Matthew suddenly needed to feel that mouth around his cock.
He moved in front of her and braced his hands on the headboard. “Suck me, love.”
Posy didn’t hesitate. She closed her mouth over his aching cock and let her lips move up and down on him. William was pulling her back and forth now, and that combined to cause delightful friction on the head of his cock. She mewled around him, close to her release.
He looked away from her mouth to see William poised behind her. His head was thrown back, his throat working, as he rode her hard now. He was beautiful, with his sculpted muscles and handsome features. He let out a guttural sound, and Matthew echoed it.
“I’m coming,” he bit out. “Suck me, Posy!”
She did, taking all of him as he spilled his seed. He pulled out then, and she moaned. “You taste good, too, Matthew.”
He was intent on watching the two of them come now. “Do you like William’s cock in your pussy, love?”
She gave a shaky nod and arched toward William. “Y–yes.”
“Wait until you have mine in your ass at the same time.”
She nodded again then opened her eyes. “Until I what?”
He grinned in answer, and she shuddered. “Oh!” She came then, trembling in William’s hold as he hurried to catch up with her.
William cried out as he pulled her tight against him, his body shaking as Posy took all of him as she had Matthew.
Matthew kissed Posy’s lips then reached over to kiss William. “I could watch you fuck her all night.”
“Oh, you’ll both kill me.” Posy sighed then giggled. “But I’d die happy.”
He and William grinned then cuddled her in their arms once more.
* * * *
A few days later Matthew sat alone in the library. It had become a favorite place of his, as he could sit in the same chair where he’d had Posy that first night. She’d been busy with preparations for the masked ball, as had William. He still saw his valet, and more than once they’d pleasured each other in his room before going about their day. They agreed that without Posy it seemed something was missing. There hadn’t been time to get her alone with them again, though. Not with the household in an uproar to host its first formal event in decades. He found himself aching for a taste of her lips, of her pussy. To hear her cry out as William made her come again and again.
He’d come inside her that night. It had felt so right, but what if
there was a child? Hawks weren’t good with children. It was a blessing that they abandon their progeny. Look what a mess of it his uncle had made, trying to break that particular edict.
“I thought I’d find you in here,” Gabriel said from the doorway.
Matthew shook off his maudlin thoughts and smiled at his brother. “As you see.”
“Do you have time to meet with Grantley this afternoon? I thought we could go over your papers and some estate matters.”
“Of course.” Matthew rose to follow him out of the library. “I trust he found everything in order?”
Gabriel nodded. “Yes, and Grantley is most thorough.”
They found the earl’s man-of-affairs in his tidy office on the main floor. He looked up when Gabriel rapped on the open door.
Matthew saw that Grantley was a good-looking man with thick, brown hair and blue eyes.
“Come in, my lord.” He stood. “A pleasure to meet you at last, Lord Lindhurst.”
Matthew bowed his head. “Likewise, Mr. Grantley. Lord Hawksfell said you have good news for me?”
Grantley smiled. “I do. Please sit, my lords.”
Gabriel and Matthew sat in chairs in front of his desk. Grantley did likewise. He looked from one to the other then smiled. “Forgive me, but the resemblance is remarkable.”
Gabriel seemed pleased by that. Perhaps he was happy to have a brother after all.
“Now, your papers are all in order. You shall receive a share of the Hawksfell estate as well, but the bulk of it remains in the hands of the eldest son.”
“As it should,” Matthew said. “I have no designs on the earl’s property. I’d just like a place of my own.”
“You have Lindhurst, do you not?” Gabriel asked.
“I do. But the place holds no fond memories for me.”
Gabriel looked as though he wanted to press him, but then turned back to Grantley. “I’d like to keep the viscount advised of all estate matters, Grantley. It is his family home now, too.”
It was Matthew’s turn to be surprised. “You want me to stay here?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my brother.”
“It seems so simple when you phrase it that way,” Matthew said.
“It is. Lady Hawksfell and Michael have always impressed upon me the importance of family. I discovered a Hawk nearby just two months ago. Viscount Eyrdale, to be precise. That was quite fortuitous, wouldn’t you say so Grantley?”
Grantley’s cheeks reddened, but he nodded. “Indeed, my lord.”
“He is settled not too far away at Eyrdale Park with his new wife, Mary.”
At the mention of the woman’s name Grantley’s eyes filled with affection. Was the man smitten with the viscount’s wife? Even more astounding, another Hawk had married?
“Now, if you find the manor too confining, I’m sure we can find other properties for you to take up residence,” Gabriel went on.
“Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Matthew asked.
Gabriel smiled. “Not at all. I thought that if you should settle down in the future you might want a place of your own.”
Matthew studied the earl. Did he know about him and Posy and William? Or was he hoping Matthew would find some local gentry daughter to wed?
“That’s very generous. Thank you.”
Gabriel waved a hand. “Nonsense.” He stood. “I’ll leave you with Grantley to see to the particulars of your entitlements. I trust you’ll come to the ball, Grantley?”
“Of course, my lord.”
Gabriel’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “You’ll meet Viscount Eyrdale and his wife then, Matthew.”
The wording seemed odd, but Grantley merely nodded his assent. When Gabriel left, Matthew looked back at the man-of-affairs.
“How long have you been in the earl’s employ, Mr. Grantley?”
“More than three years, my lord.”
“And you handle the hiring of the staff?”
He tilted his head. “Yes.”
“You know from where they come, their prospects and references, yes?”
“Of course.” Grantley templed his fingers and leaned forward. “Why do you ask?”
Matthew ran his finger over the crease of his trousers. “No particular reason. I just wondered at the workings of a great house, is all.”
“Do you have any complaints regarding the staff, my lord?”
“None. I wondered about a certain maid. I know that she came from a farm and that this is her first job in service.”
Grantley leaned back. “You speak of Posy.”
Matthew’s cheeks heated. “I know she hasn’t been here very long.”
“Long enough, it seems.”
“What do you mean?”
Grantley appeared to consider his words. “It’s not my place to trade in gossip, my lord. Posy hasn’t the most sterling reputation.”
Matthew felt a flash of anger. “Because she pleased the earl? Tell me, is there a maid under this roof who hasn’t?”
“You misunderstand me. I’m not impugning Posy, just advising you to be careful.”
“Because she’s with another.”
Grantley’s eyes widened. “You know of it, then.”
Matthew nodded. “I do.” He didn’t say more.
Grantley studied him then nodded. “I see.”
“What, precisely, do you see?” Matthew asked.
“It’s not my place to pry or criticize.” He gave a half smile. “In more ways than you know.”
“That’s very cryptic for a man known for his precise and thorough nature.”
“Please don’t get angry, my lord. I merely meant that the matters of the heart, or hearts, are none of my concern.”
“I admit you have me quite baffled.”
Grantley shrugged and turned to the stack of papers on his desk. “Perhaps we’ll talk more about this at another time, my lord. Let us delve into this paperwork so we can both get on with our afternoon. I would like to get home early this evening.”
“Home? You don’t live here?”
“I used to. I had rooms above the carriage house.”
“And not now? Why?”
Grantley gave that odd half smile again. “I’m settled not too far away.”
The wording echoed what Gabriel had said about Viscount Eyrdale and his new wife. He eyed Grantley as the other man bent his head over the papers on his desk. Was he involved with the newly-wedded couple? No. That couldn’t be.
“Now, here you’ll see money transferred into your account from the escrow,” Grantley went on. “I have to say, your coffers were in very good shape before their addition.”
He glanced at the numbers on the tally sheet and nodded. “I never let my uncle touch my money.”
Grantley blinked at him. “But he was a Hawk as well. Did he not have funds of his own?”
“He did, and he spread them as widely as he did his seed.” He winced. “Forgive me, Mr. Grantley.”
Grantley raised a hand. “No need. I’m glad you became your own man despite his upbringing, then.”
“What do you know of my uncle?”
“In my work with the earl, it’s part of my job to know the whereabouts and conditions of any Hawk relatives. He prefers that they comport themselves without the reckless abandon that his father—I’m sorry, your father—did.”
“That’s why he welcomed me here?” A bitter taste filled his mouth. “To rein in my rampant Hawk behavior?”
“Not entirely, no. He wasn’t dissembling when he spoke of family. It’s very important to him.”
Matthew felt a good sight better at that declaration. “And I’m grateful to him for the warm welcome.”
Grantley nodded again, and they went over the estate’s properties and particulars. After about an hour Matthew had had enough, though.
“What say we continue this another day?” he asked.
“If you like, my lord.”
Matthew stood. “I enjoyed meeting you, Mr. Grantley. I ho
pe to talk with you at the ball next week.”
“I’ll be there.”
With Viscount Eyrdale and his wife? He longed to ask that question. To get another man’s opinion on these particular matters of the heart. He supposed he could go to Gabriel, but he just didn’t feel close enough to him yet.
“Thank you,” he said instead.
He left Grantley’s office and headed upstairs to ready for dinner.
Chapter 10
William readied Matthew’s things for the coming evening. They’d managed to find pleasure over the past few days but never with their Posy between them. That night in this room, her body up against the wall as he licked every drop of juice from her pussy, had been astounding. Matthew had fingered him as she’d sucked him, and he’d been nearly torn in half. What they’d shared afterward, paired in different ways, had wrung so much pleasure out of him he’d nearly overslept and missed the first bell of the morning.
Posy had been very busy, and the few times he’d seen her she’d looked a bit frazzled. She wouldn’t shirk her duties, though. It was enough that the countess didn’t like her. She wouldn’t have Mrs. Holmes doubting her proficiency.
“William,” Matthew said as he entered the room.
“Yes, my lord.”
Matthew grinned. “There is no one about, William.”
“Matthew, then,” he said with a smile.
“It seems preparations continue for this blasted ball of my brother’s. Have you seen her at all?”
William shook his head. “I admit, I miss her.”
“Do you think about that night? Right here? In and out of my bed?”
“Always.”
Matthew slid him a hot look. “I want her again. I want to lick her and fuck her and watch her fuck you. What does that make me, do you suppose? Greedy?”
“If so, than so am I.”
Matthew arched a brow. “I spoke with Mr. Grantley today. What do you know about him?”
William looked away. As close as he felt toward Matthew over these past weeks, he wasn’t comfortable discussing manor business. “He’s worked for the earl for three years.”
“Yes, so he said.” Matthew removed his jacket, and William held out his evening one. He shrugged into it. “There is something there, though. When I asked about the other new Hawk, Viscount Eyrdale, he went all red. And when I asked after his wife…” He shrugged.
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