Matthew's Mask [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (13 page)

“Let me in, Posy,” he bit out. “You’ll like this.”

She tensed as William grabbed onto her hips to hold her steady.

“Easy,” he said this time.

Matthew began to sink into her. “So tight!” He moved forward slowly until he filled her.

It was unlike anything she felt before but, as he began to move, the rest of her body began to tingle. Her pussy was soaking wet now, eager for something more. Matthew held her close, kissed her back and neck, as he slowly increased his thrusts. Her legs trembled as she clutched at William’s shoulders, her body on fire for more.

“I need you in my pussy, William!” she cried.

William swallowed hard and shifted to tease her with the head of his cock. “Just relax,” he said in a low voice. “Let me guide you.”

She nodded, biting her lip as pressure began to build. Suddenly William was inside her, too. He and Matthew began a rhythm that was beyond exquisite. Matthew slid out of her as William filled her, and then they reversed the motion. Matthew was hard and hot in her ass, and William was so big in her pussy…It was almost more than she could bear.

“Oh, the two of you!” she cried.

She panted, pressing herself against William’s chest. Matthew held her close from behind, his body slick now, too. Her men made sounds then, incredibly erotic moans and cries that told her they felt it, too. That they knew the three of them shared something so few people did. Pleasure and passion and connection. How would she ever live without this when she left the manor?

“God, I can feel you,” William said. “I can feel you, Matthew.”

“She’s tight, William.” He dropped another kiss on her back. “You’re so tight, love. Do you like what we’re doing?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she cried. She was so close, nearly overwhelmed by the two of them loving her. “Touch me, please.”

“Who?” William asked.

“Either one of you, please touch me!”

One of them, William or Matthew, reached down and pinched her clit. In that instant she shattered. Her climax seemed to go on forever, spiking higher and higher as they continued to ride her together.

“I’m coming,” Matthew said behind her. “William, are you coming?”

“Yes.” William grunted and held her closer still. “I love you, Posy!”

He cried out as he came, and she climaxed around him again. Matthew froze, and then he poured himself into her as well. She was squeezed between them, their bodies slick and hot, but she didn’t want to move. They’d both taken her to a place she’d never been before. More than that, William had said the words she’d been longing to hear.

“You love me?” she asked him, her face buried in his chest.

“I do,” he said on a breath. “I’m sorry I never said it before.”

She lifted her head and saw he’d removed his mask. His hair stood on end, but the affection on his dear face was clear.

“I love you, William,” she said. “For so long, I’ve loved you.”

Matthew withdrew from her and kissed her cheek. He fell onto the bed beside William, one arm thrown over his mask. “I think I could love you both,” he whispered.

She looked at William, who looked as shocked as she felt. “What did you say, Matthew?” she asked.

He removed his mask and stared down at it. “I’ve worn this mask long enough.” He shook his head then tossed mask across the room. “Not this mask. I…God, I’m making a muddle of this.”

Posy pushed her mask up and off her face. “A muddle of what?” Dare she hope she could have a shade of Mary’s happiness? “Please, Matthew. Tell us.”

He looked from her to William and back again. “I love you, Posy. I think I started falling for you last spring.”

Posy’s blood pounded in her ears, and she thought for a moment she would faint. “You love me?” she squeaked.

“Then she came here and I took her,” William said. He took her hand and kissed it. She was numb, though. To his touch and Matthew’s words.

“What of me, Matthew?” William asked.

Posy heard the hope in his voice through the blood rushing in her ear. He loved Matthew. That was clear.

“What of you?” Matthew’s words were flippant, but his tone and expression was not. “You love Posy, and I love you.”

Posy covered her mouth with her hand. It couldn’t be!

William gaped at him. “You love me?”

Matthew came up on his knees. “I do. My brother might have welcomed me, but I don’t know what my future holds. I know I want you both in it, though.”

She lowered her hand and stared at him. “Both of us?”

He took her other hand. “Posy, you loved us both tonight. Can you honestly say you could take one without the other?”

“I couldn’t,” she answered.

“That’s how it is for me.” He kissed her and looked at William. “What of you?”

“I do love you, Matthew.”

“Then I’ll marry Posy and you’ll live with us.”

William grinned. “Viscountess Posy!”

“Viscountess?” She blinked as she tried to work her mind around what they were saying. “You wish to marry me?”

“Yes, love.”

She cocked her head to the side and flashed him her cheekiest smile. “Then perhaps you should ask me.”

Matthew laughed and hugged her close. “Will you marry me, Posy?”

“I will,” she said on a breath.

Matthew brought his delicious mouth to hers and kissed her again. She tasted him then reached for William. “Kiss me, William.”

William did, and she let their flavors mingle in her mouth as their bodies had loved hers minutes before.

She’d been nothing on the farm. Now she felt as though she was everything. Viscountess to Matthew and lover to William. She couldn’t have imagined such a thing, and she was going to enjoy every moment of her new life!

Chapter 13

Matthew paced outside the earl’s study, working out his words in his mind. Posy and William were about their duties, but he’d seen the love in their faces before they’d left his bed this morning. He couldn’t guess how his brother would react when Matthew admitted all of it. First he’d taken full advantage of what Gabriel had offered that first day. Then he’d fallen in love with the two people he’d seemed to be searching for all of his life.

Would Gabriel try to assert control over where Matthew might marry? Over the life he now chose at long last?

“Like hell,” he muttered.

He raised his fist and knocked sharply on the door.

“Come,” the earl said.

Matthew pushed open the door. “Gabriel, we have to talk.”

“Oh, we do?” He pushed aside the papers he was working on and leaned back. “Please sit.”

Matthew did, but he couldn’t seem to make his mouth work.

“So you’re marrying her, then?” Gabriel asked.

“What? Who?”

“The mystery girl you met in the village.” Gabriel gave him a half smile. “As if I didn’t know who she was on sight.”

Matthew’s stomach clenched. “No one else guessed? Please tell me the countess didn’t know it was Posy.”

“No, she didn’t.”

“Your wife doesn’t like her, Gabriel. She couldn’t be more wrong about Posy’s character, but I suppose there’s no changing her opinion.”

“Lady Hawksfell didn’t like Posy, Matthew. But that was when she was under the impression that I’d had her.” He leveled a gaze at Matthew. “I haven’t.”

“I know that.”

His brows raised. “Good.”

“Yes, it is. It saves me from having to call you out.”

“Oh?”

“You see, I had Posy first. At the inn in the village. That wasn’t a lie.”

“You fell for her then, didn’t you?”

Matthew’s cheeks heated. “I admit I did.

Gabriel nodded. “What of William?”

“God, is there nothing you don’t know?”

“Grantley is my eyes and ears when he’s not otherwise engaged, Matthew. He sensed something between you two from the start.”

“William and Posy love me, Gabriel.” He placed a hand over his heart. “Me. I have the chance at a real life with true affection.”

“And passion?”

Matthew smiled now. “Yes, and passion. They’re all I want.”

“And what you deserve, despite being a Hawk. Took me a long time to realize it, but we deserve to be happy, too.”

“That’s very kind.”

“You know, it’s amazing that you grew up as well as you did with that uncle of yours.”

Matthew started to protest then realized the futility of it. “Grantley told you about the abuse, I take it.”

“He did. And there is nothing lower than a man who abuses a child. Either with his fists or his words. Seems I
am
the lucky brother after all. Our father paid me little attention, leaving me to Mrs. Holmes to raise.”

“She seems like a good woman.”

“She’s like a mother to me, and I couldn’t be more grateful. You understand then how I can see the value in servants beyond their duties?”

Matthew grinned. “I can. Thank you, Gabriel. For welcoming me and for being a true brother.”

He held up his hand. “Don’t thank me yet. I went over the properties with Grantley after your meeting, and it seems there is little option left open to you aside from the dower house.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing. It’s a perfectly lovely house in great condition.” He winked. “There hasn’t been a Hawk widow in generations, you know. The place has never been used.”

“Then we’ll take it.”

“You’re more than welcome to it. I’d thought you might want to be farther away from your meddlesome brother.”

“I don’t know. I think I like the idea of our children growing up together.”

“Children?” The earl rubbed his chin. “Capital idea.”

Matthew grew silent. “You know, I thought the Hawks had the right of it. Fathering and abandoning their children. Lord knows my uncle never should have tried to make a go of it.”

“And now?”

“With Posy and William, I can see that family can be loving.” He smiled at his brother. “I see that with you, too.”

Gabriel smiled. “I, as well.”

Matthew blinked back the moisture in his eyes. “And perhaps I can aid the next wayward Hawk you stumble across?”

Gabriel eyed him. “Been talking to Patrick, have you?”

“A bit, yes.”

“Then I would welcome my brother’s assistance.” Gabriel came to his feet and held out his hand. “Perhaps between the two of us we can help a few more Hawks break their curse.”

Matthew stood and shook his hand. “Indeed.”

He left Gabriel’s study. He had his brother’s blessing, as astounding as that seemed. He would have both his loves in his life and a family as well.

He saw Posy in the parlor, dusting and straightening. He thought back to his first night here, when he’d watched her lovely ass as she’d cleaned the hearth. His cock twitched, and he knew he’d never stop wanting her.

He snuck up behind her and grabbed her in his arms. She yelped then giggled as he tickled her neck with his nose. Her fresh wildflower scent filled him.

“We’re going to marry, Posy,” he whispered.

“Truly?” She bit her lip then ran toward the hall. “William!”

William poked his head into the parlor. “Posy, why are you shouting?” William spied Matthew, and a lovely smile spread across his face. “Matthew.”

That note of affection was in his voice, and Matthew felt it like a caress. “I’m marrying Posy, and the three of us are moving to the dower house.”

William looked stunned now. “What of my position?”

“That’s entirely up to you, William,” he said. “As for Posy, she’s to be my viscountess.”

Posy collapsed onto the couch she’d just been straightening. “I’ll be a viscountess. I’ll be a wife.” She lifted her head and beamed at him and William. “I’ll be loved.”

Matthew sat beside her and held her close. “William and I love you, Posy. You’re ours.”

William sat on the other side of her. “Ours forever.”

Matthew tried to ignore the gaping servants gathered in the doorway, but their chatter soon rose to a fevered pitch.

“Now, now!” Mrs. Holmes said, cutting through the noise with authority. “Come away from there. Is this a holiday?”

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Lily cried.

She and the rest of the maids and footmen fled, and the housekeeper cast a surprisingly affectionate glance in Matthew’s direction. Yes, he supposed she’d made a wonderful mother for Gabriel. She withdrew, pulling the doors closed behind her.

Matthew and William held Posy close. He would have a real life with real love. William and Posy loved him for who he was, and he would never have to hide behind his mask again.

THE END

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