Hawksfell Manor 05: Graham's Game (7 page)

“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.

“Good day, Mrs. Holmes.”

She clasped her hands at her waist and smiled. “Good day. Were you in need of something?”

He looked about and realized he’d come downstairs toward the kitchen. Flashing a smile at the housekeeper, he shrugged. “I’d hoped to find a bit of something to eat, I’m afraid. At Spencer House my cook always indulges my tastes.”

“Lord Hawksfell and Lord Weston have gone shooting along with Mr. Crowley and will eat in the field, Mr. Spencer. Perhaps you would like a bit of something in the dining room with the countess?”

Colin shook his head. He knew Graham was busy with his new relatives, but the last thing he needed was to sit across from their hostess and make small talk when all he really wanted to do was ask her just where, precisely, her lady’s maid was.

“A sandwich would be lovely, Mrs. Holmes. Perhaps something I could take up to my room?”

Her eyes widened a fraction. “Your room?”

“I’m a bit provincial, I’m afraid.”

Mrs. Holmes smiled. “Not at all, Mr. Spencer. I’ll have Cabot bring something up to you.”

He inclined his head. “That would be wonderful, thank you.” He managed to glance into what he guessed was the common room. There was no one sitting at the long table, though. Where was Lily? “Oh, do you think that maid is finished with my mending?” he asked Mrs. Holmes.

The woman blinked. “Lily? I imagine so. She’s quite skilled with a needle.”

And not too bad with her mouth.
Colin cleared his throat as his body stiffened. “Then please send her up when she gets a moment.” He smiled. “I’d like to personally thank her.”

Her eyes narrowed then she nodded again. Colin climbed up the stairs to the main floor. He doubted Mrs. Holmes thought Colin wanted anything more than his mended clothes returned. He wasn’t a Hawk after all, eager to fuck any and every servant he could get a hold of. He’d heard that the woman had raised the earl in the absence of his mother and that she took a shine to each and every Hawk to grace the manor in the time since Lord Hawksfell’s wedding. He, however, was merely a hungry guest with an unfortunate propensity to tear his clothing.

Grinning, he climbed up to his guest room to await his lunch.

And Lily.

To his surprised delight, Graham was waiting inside.

“Graham, what are you doing here? I thought you were out shooting with the earl?

“I was. I found I couldn’t concentrate on the partridge, however. I couldn’t stop thinking about Lily.” He loosened his tie and leaned back. “And you.”

Colin felt a smile curve his lips. “I asked to have her sent up here this afternoon.”

Graham blinked his dark Hawk eyes. “Truly?” He grinned. “Well played, Colin.”

Colin shrugged away his words and sank into the chair next to the hearth. He was starting to think of this liaison as less of a game and more of…something else. A knock came at the door but when Graham pulled open the door it wasn’t Lily standing there. No, it was Cabot bearing a tray.

“My lord!” He bowed his head to Graham and faced Cabot. “Your sandwiches, Mr. Spencer.” The footman left the tray on the dressing table.

“Thank you, Cabot,” Colin said.

The footman left them and Graham grabbed one sandwich off the tray. He took a bite and chewed.

“So when is our pretty Lily coming up?” he asked.

Colin smiled. “Any moment, I wager.”

Lily stood outside the blue room again, Colin’s clothes held carefully in her outstretched arms. She’d put off this errand as long as she could, but it wouldn’t do for Mrs. Holmes to get suspicious of her intentions. Well, Graham and Colin’s intentions really. Hers were to firmly refuse to play with them and to act like the fine lady’s maid she was. Her conviction slipped as she rapped on the door and Colin bade her to enter. Even his voice sent shivers skittering over her skin. When she stepped into the room, the sight of him did more than that.

He looked delicious in his shirtsleeves. His trousers draped lovingly over his long legs. “Hello, Mr. Spencer.”

He arched a black brow and ushered her into the room. “Ah, Lily. We are on a first-name basis, are we not?”

She gave a shaky nod and held out the clothing to him. “Your mending…Colin.”

He took them from her, his fingers warm as they brushed over her chilled ones. “Thank you, love.”

Then she saw that Graham was also in the room. How could she have missed him, lounging beside the fireplace? He looked delectable in his tweeds, but when he stood and began to disrobe she found herself eager to see him.

“Lock the door, Colin,” Graham said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Our game must not be disturbed.”

His words were like a splash of icy water. Backing toward the door, she shook her head. “I’m not a plaything.”

Colin’s eyes went wide, and he grabbed her hands. “No, you’re not. Ah, God, we made you feel like… Damn it.”

Graham stood, his dark eyes clouded. “Lily.”

“I know this is just a game to you both,” she managed to say.

Graham had the grace to bow his head in agreement. “That may be true, but it doesn’t have to follow that you’re just a plaything.”

Something like hope blossomed in her chest. “What am I, then?”

Colin kissed each of her hands, his lips soft on her skin. “You’re the only one we’re playing with, love. Maybe I don’t know all the rules, but do we need to?”

Graham was stroking the sensitive skin at the back of her neck while Colin rubbed his thumbs over her palms. Her body awoke, her nipples aching for their touch as her pussy wept. In the next instant she had a radical change of thought. Game or no, she wanted to play with the two of them.

“I may never rise from this fall,” she said on a breath. “But I want you both.”

Something crossed Graham’s face, something like alarm. Then his eyes glinted in that now-familiar way. “Oh, we’ll take you. Both of us.”

Colin removed her blouse and unfastened her corset. “I want to taste you, Lily.” He flicked his tongue over the breasts he revealed. “And I want you to taste me.”

Her mouth watered at the prospect. Graham’s taste was spicy like his scent. Would Colin taste of freshness? “I want to taste you, too,” she admitted on a whisper.

She soon found herself naked, stretched out on the coverlet with the two of them. Graham kissed her lips as Colin sucked and pinched her nipples. It was exquisite, feeling both of them working their particular brand of magic. It wasn’t enough, though. They were each wearing only their trousers, but it was still too many clothes for her. She came up on her knees, tossing back her head and letting her loosened hair fall down her back. They both stopped, staring hard at her.

“My God, you’re incredible,” Colin breathed.

Graham nodded slowly. “Like a goddess.”

“A goddess?” She couldn’t help but smile. “I rather like that.”

“Command us, dear goddess,” Colin said, his voice low.

She ran her eyes over their impressive chests and flat, ridged stomachs. They each bulged in the front of their trousers and that surge of power she’d felt yesterday filled her again. “Disrobe, my servants.”

Graham barked out a laugh as he tore at his pants. Colin was soon naked as well, and she gasped as she looked at both of their cocks. Both were long and thick, and topped with broad heads. They’d each been inside her, too. Every ridge exquisitely driving her to climax. Today their cocks boasted a drop of pearly liquid she longed to taste.

“What do you think, goddess?” Graham asked, giving his cock a long, slow stroke.

She licked her lips. “It looks bigger than yesterday.”

Colin sat back on his heels, his cock held before him. “What of mine?”

She let her gaze run over his shaft. “You felt huge in my pussy, but now…”

“Touch me,” Colin said.

“Suck him,” Graham said. “Colin, you have to feel the perfection of Lily’s mouth on your cock.”

Her mouth watered for a taste of Colin today. Lowering her mouth, she gave the head of his cock a slow lick.

“Christ,” Colin bit out, falling back on the bed.

She glanced at Graham, who was watching her intently as he stroked himself. Grasping Colin’s cock with both hands, she engulfed the head. Colin arched, his hips flexing as he moved. She felt his hands on her waist, and the next moment she found herself straddling his face.

“Colin!”

His fingers held her open and in place as he began to lick her. It was divine, and she wriggled over his magical mouth. Pleasure was coiling within her so quickly she almost lost her breath. She had to brace her hands on either side of Colin’s narrow hips to hold herself up, but she wouldn’t release his cock from her mouth. His taste was everything she’d imagined, and his cock was every bit as impressive in her mouth as Graham’s had been. Writhing, she gave herself over to this man. That was, until she felt Graham’s hands on her bottom.