Trevor's Truth [Lords of Hawskfell Manor 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Josie Dennis

  “And you’re as big as he is!” she said.

  He bit back a laugh and began to enter her. “I am sorry if this hurts.” She bit her lip and he soothed her with a kiss. “I’ll be careful.”

  She held her heels down on the bed, spreading her legs to give him complete access. He drove forward, burying himself deep inside of her. She was tight. Perfect. He inched back and sank forward again. He couldn’t wait for Trevor to feel her, too.

  The thought startled him, then she moaned and began to move against him. Any other thoughts fled as he slowly pumped in and out of her. She clutched at him, her nails biting through his shirt. He felt her tighten around him, so close to release, and he quickened his thrusts. When she came, hard and fast around him, it was all he could do to withdraw before spilling his seed on her belly.

  His orgasm was shattering and he could barely hold himself up off of her. Raining kisses on the dewy flesh of her throat and chest, he breathed slowly as he regained himself. “Ivy, you are perfection.”

  She murmured something, he wasn’t sure what, and then she held him tightly to her breasts. He’d never felt release like that. Though very different from his release with Trevor there was a similarity he couldn’t deny. A closeness and a comfort he’d never encountered.

  He closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of their lovemaking. Her sweetness. A hint of Trevor’s spice. Heaven.

  He’d worry about what it all meant later. He had no idea what Ivy wanted from this life of service. He didn’t know how long Trevor would remain at the manor. But if they could somehow have a liaison among the three of them for the time being?

  Grayson would gladly surrender for the chance.

  Chapter 6

  Trevor belted his robe as Grayson entered his guest room. The valet looked impeccable as usual but there was something about his expression that struck him. He’d been as quiet as the grave last evening, but he’d attributed that to their discussion about Ivy. Well, he was never one to seek out difficult conversations. He would just take his cue from the valet.

  “Grayson. I take it you’re here to attend me?”

  Grayson blinked at him, then nodded. “Yes, Trevor.”

  Trevor smiled. “Ah, no more my lording. Good.”

  Grayson nodded again, his lips thinned. “Something happened with Ivy last night.”

  Trevor leaned back against the dressing table. “Something extraordinary, believe me. The girl is something.”

  Grayson shook his head. “No. I know that you tasted her.”

  “I licked her, Grayson.” He could almost taste her now. “I tongue-fucked her until she screamed.”

  The other man’s eyes widened and Trevor could read the heat there. “I know, but that is not what I meant.”

  Trevor straightened. “What, then, do you mean?” When Grayson’s gaze fell to the carpet, he knew. “Never say you fucked her?”

  Grayson’s eyes met his. “I took her, yes.”

  “When the hell was that?” Trevor had to know.

  “Just after you tasted her.” Grayson offered him a grave look. “I know you didn’t take her, Trevor. On my account.”

  “And I should receive a commendation from the bloody king for that bit of self-denial.” He winked. “After denying myself release with you, I was ready to explode.”

  Grayson licked his lips as he glanced at Trevor’s groin. No doubt he saw that Trevor was no longer hard and wanting. “Did Ivy…suck you?”

  Trevor groaned. “God, no. That would have been astounding. She used her hand to great advantage, though.”

  Grayson was silent as he efficiently dressed Trevor. Trevor allowed the quiet, suspecting Grayson was working through something. Well, Trevor was, too. Grayson fucked Ivy? What he wouldn’t give to have been there. Maybe to brace her as Grayson drove that big cock of his deep inside her.

  “How long will you be at the manor, Trevor?” Grayson asked at last.

  Trevor shrugged. “As long as I wish, according to the very generous earl.”

  Grayson smoothed the shoulders of Trevor’s jacket, then dropped his hands. “I want us to both love Ivy.”

  Trevor couldn’t keep the grin off his face. “You’re serious?” No answer came, so Trevor turned to face him. “Grayson, are you proposing what I think you are?”

  “I cannot have Ivy for myself,” he said. “She has her position and I have mine.”

  “Where do I fit in then? Not that I can’t envision precisely where I’d like to.”

  Grayson waved a hand. “I know this is sport to you. You’re a Hawk, and no doubt used to every man and woman dropping their drawers.”

  For the first time Trevor experienced a flicker of regret for that. “Not every man and woman, but sex is simple for me. Yes.”

  “When I took Ivy I could tell she hasn’t been loved by many.”

  “She had one lover,” Trevor told him. “A dolt who apparently never brought her to orgasm.”

  Grayson’s mouth dropped open. “How is that possible? She was hot and wet after we kissed!”

  Trevor let out a whistle. “You’re making me long to agree to your proposal. Enthusiastically.”

  “Then you want her?”

  “I want her, Grayson.” He put his hands on Grayson’s shoulders, staring deep into those gray eyes. “I want you, too.”

  The other man’s gray eyes swirled with want. “I feel the same.”

  “That settles it.” Trevor brushed his hair back from his forehead and checked himself in the mirror. “As usual, you have me finely turned out.”

  “It is my job.”

  Trevor laughed softly. “I think both Ivy and I will enjoy softening your starch.”

  That got a small smile out of the valet before he sobered again. “Do you think Ivy will take us both?”

  “I don’t know. How was she before you left her last night? Other than satisfied, that is.”

  Grayson’s cheeks reddened. “She was soft and affectionate, Trevor. I wanted to hold her forever.”

  His words struck Trevor hard. “I’ve never wanted to hold anyone forever.”

  Grayson seemed like he wanted to press for more from him but, thankfully, he pushed Trevor’s words aside.

  “Her position will be safe?”

  “As will yours,” Trevor said. “If you can bring her to my room later, after your duties are concluded, I promise to show you everything I can give you. Both of you.”

  “That depends on Ivy though, doesn’t it?”

  Trevor crossed his arms. “Do you doubt she wants you again?”

  “No. I pleased her. I know that. The few times I caught her gaze today those beautiful brown eyes of hers sparkled.”

  “Then do you doubt she wants me?”

  “How could she not?” Grayson said.

  Trevor barked out a laugh, then stroked Grayson’s ruddy cheek. “Go see to your other duties. I have to dine with the family and it won’t do to appear in the parlor with my cock at attention.”

  Grayson covered Trevor’s hand with his for a moment. “I will see you belowstairs, then.”

  Trevor let him go, his mind churning with every delicious thing he wanted to do with Grayson and Ivy. He’d eat her again. How could he not? And then he’d fuck her. Maybe from behind as she sucked Grayson’s cock. His beast began to stir and he fisted his hands.

  “Just get through dinner, randy beast,” he muttered as he left his room.

  As he sat at the table not much later, he watched as the other Hawks and their wives interacted. It was no surprise that Matthew Hawk’s wife was a beauty. Hell, Posy was nearly as pretty as Ivy. There was an oddity he picked up in the conversation, however. Someone alluded to her serving as a maid at the manor previously, but that couldn’t be correct. How the devil had Matthew managed to marry a servant? Not that Posy wasn’t a lovely and gracious woman. And the countess and Gabriel seemed to treat her like family.

  He couldn’t help but think about Ivy, although not in terms of matrimony.
No. He was thinking about how sweet her pussy had tasted against his tongue. And her cries of release still echoed within him. She’d been amazing, and she’d stayed and eased him. She hadn’t had to do that and he was quite grateful. He’d denied himself the pleasure of taking her as well. That was a first in his memory. Self-denial? Did any Hawk indulge in such a thing? And to think he was going to have both of them tonight. Hopefully.

  “I trust Grayson is satisfactory, Trevor?” Gabriel asked.

  Trevor started, then met the earl’s eye. “What? Ah, yes. Your valet is quite capable.”

  “He’s a bit too starchy,” Michael said. “Prickly, even. Although he sees to my mending and such. My man is a bit ham-handed.”

  “Your man is new,” the countess pointed out. “He’ll grow in his position.”

  Michael snorted. “If he’s here long enough. It’s a good thing you enjoy going to London now and again, Millie. You keep this old place staffed singlehandedly.”

  Gabriel laughed and drank his wine. “I suppose I should explain this to our latest guest.”

  Matthew and his Posy exchanged a warm look and suddenly Trevor knew all of it.

  “I take it staff goes missing now and again?” Trevor asked.

  Lady Hawksfell laughed. “Oh, yes. It seems a Hawk can fall prey to cupid’s arrow.”

  “Why, that’s almost poetic,” Michael quipped.

  The countess looked at her third cousin with the same emotion shimmering between Matthew and his wife. Trevor shifted in his seat. Not only was he uncomfortable with discussions of love, but the countess’s words brought Ivy’s to mind. She’d said she’d fallen prey to her urges. Again. She’d looked so sad in that moment, too. He wondered who had hurt her. He longed to make up for what that man had done to her. Grayson said she’d come with him tonight. He had to take the valet at his word.

  Perhaps if he and Grayson took her together, they could both make up for whatever dolt took her first. He couldn’t remember feeling the urge to care for another person, outside of his mother and aunts. As to a lover’s sensibilities? Their feelings? Never. He wanted to take care of Ivy, though. Her and Grayson both. It was unsettling in the least.

  “Are you quite all right, Trevor?” Michael asked. “You went a bit dark there.”

  Trevor flashed a smile. “Did I?”

  “Yes,” Posy said. “From what I’ve seen that’s not a usual state for you.”

  “Not at all, no,” he admitted. “Forgive me. I was woolgathering.”

  The others around the table nodded, and talk soon turned to other topics. Trevor couldn’t attend the conversation, however.

  He’d tasted Ivy. He wanted to fuck her. Hell, he wanted to watch her fuck Grayson. He wanted Grayson, too. Why couldn’t they have that for a while? Their positions would be safe. He’d be on his way within a fortnight, more than likely. Hot indulgence in cold January could be just the thing.

  He turned into himself again, the thoughts in his mind so at odds with anything he’d ever considered before. Not having more than one lover in his bed. No. He’d taken three women at once on one particular night. He wanted to take Grayson and Ivy and have them take him. Over and over again.

  That particular thought was foreign but he couldn’t deny its attraction. Then he would put this madness aside and return to his pampered life at Heatherton House. Well fucked but lonely.

  He finished his meal but didn’t taste a bit of it.

  * * * *

  Ivy headed to her room after seeing the countess readied for bed. It was a good thing she didn’t need to serve at the table tonight. Grayson didn’t have that duty either but she just knew Mrs. Holmes would suspect something was amiss with her anyway. She was sure her indiscretions with both Trevor and Grayson showed last night. Her fingers shook and her cheeks were pink and she could scarcely catch her breath. And all from simply remembering the pleasure first the viscount and then Grayson had given her. She hurried past the blue room, intent on escaping Trevor’s compelling dark gaze. His seductive words. She was in a muddle. How could she want two very different men? It didn’t bear contemplation tonight.

  She all but ran up the stairs to her room. Opening her door with a sigh of relief, she gasped as she found Grayson within.

  “Good evening, Ivy,” he said.

  There was a softness about his face, a warmth she’d never seen. Oh, she’d seen his heat yesterday afternoon. And earlier, if she was being completely honest. But tonight? Tonight he looked like a man besotted.

  “I must be addle-brained,” she murmured.

  He closed the door for her and took her hands. “Yesterday afternoon, Ivy.” He kissed her and she lost her breath. “It was the start of something.”

  She pulled away from him. “What do you mean?”

  He smiled down at her, a softening of his beautiful mouth with a slight upturn. Not Trevor’s bright, seductive smile, but it still caused a flash of heat within her.

  “Grayson, please.” She held herself rigid, afraid to touch him. “I cannot withstand a secret liaison with another servant. I nearly lost everything the last time.”

  Grayson’s brows drew together. “Your first lover was a servant?”

  “First footman, but why does that matter? It nearly ruined my life. It did break my heart. I won’t risk my heart or my position again.”

  “And you won’t have to. Trevor and I will make certain you’re kept safe.”

  “Trevor and you?” She put her hands on her hips. “Explain yourself.”

  He reached for her again and she let herself be held for a moment. “We both want you, Ivy. I know you want both of us.”

  “That’s not true,” she lied. “I don’t know what I want.”

  “You want to be loved by both of us. Admit it and we can see what develops.”

  “The viscount wants to make love to me. He told me so.”

  “He wants to make love to me as well.”

  Images crashed in her mind, of Grayson and Trevor clasped in an embrace. She had no notion of how a man would love another but she still found the idea arousing.

  “He used his mouth on me, too,” Grayson added.

  Ivy’s lips parted. “Oh, my.”

  Grayson chuckled, actually chuckled, and took her hands in his. “Come with me to his room. He is waiting for your answer.”

  “Then you’ve already agreed to…whatever this is?”

  “I felt something with him, Ivy. Very near to the intoxication I felt with you. Can you not say the same?”

  Shame flickered through her even as her body pulsed with heat. “I feel something for the both of you,” she whispered.

  “Then trust me to keep you safe. Trevor will not be here but for another fortnight at most. Don’t you want to experience what we could be together in that time? The three of us?”

  “I’ve had but one lover, Grayson. Before you, that is. I’m not enough for a Hawk’s appetites.”

  “Then perhaps, together, we can please him.”

  Once again, she was at a loss to come up with what that would entail. She was ruined. That was certain. Her virtue was coaxed away from her by Paul. Her ignorance of a woman’s pleasure was destroyed by Trevor’s skilled tongue. Paul’s lie of affection was eclipsed by Grayson’s obvious regard for her now. She could have passion, for a time. Amazing sensual delights with two men who wanted her as much as she desired them. Should she give in?

  Grayson would keep her safe. He promised her. Trevor had nothing to lose in the endeavor but he seemed quite honest to her, too. But what of later? When Trevor was gone and Grayson’s ardor cooled?

  “And then what?” she longed to know.

  “I cannot say.”

  She knew he spoke the truth. He always did. And if he said he wanted both her and Trevor, that was true as well. She made her mind up in that moment.

  “I want to experience it,” she rushed out. “I may be a wanton but I want the both of you to love me, too.”

  “You are not a wanton.
” Grayson kissed her again, a long drugging kiss, and stared down at her. “Let’s go to him.” He took her hand and placed it on his very large erection. “I am hard as a rock to have you again. Both of you.”

  She felt him pulse against her palm, giving a small shake of her head. It was a heady thing, and made her body crave everything she knew they could give her and even things she merely suspected they could give her.

  “Astounding,” she said softly. “You’re making my drawers wet with just your words.”

  Grayson growled in the back of his throat, a sound much like Trevor had made. She blushed as she realized what she’d said. Well, she wouldn’t lose her nerve now.

  “Then let us go,” she said. “I trust you to keep me safe.”

  Grayson’s beautiful eyes sparkled and she was utterly grateful she’d agreed.

  “Indeed,” he said.

  Chapter 7

  Ivy permitted Grayson to lead her down the back stairs to Trevor’s guest room. She was pleased to see there was no one about, but she wasn’t surprised as the other servants had duties beyond the care of the earl and countess. In that, she and Grayson were perfectly matched.

  She briefly worried over her enviable position at the manor, and then she glanced at Grayson. The hunger on his face was contained but there nonetheless. And she knew she mirrored his expression. She could never manage to hide her feelings.

  Would Trevor look at her in the same manner? If so, she had a very enviable position indeed.

  “Quickly,” Grayson urged, opening Trevor’s door.

  Ivy was pulled inside and immediately faced with a delectable Trevor. He was standing by the huge bed, wearing nothing but his robe and an expression of pure sex. Her breath caught and her pussy throbbed.

  “Ah, Ivy.” Trevor stepped closer. “I trust Grayson made our intentions clear?”

  “You intend to have me, yes.” She lifted her chin toward Grayson. “Grayson as well.”

  Trevor blinked. “I do like your plain-speaking, love.” He came toward her and took her hands in his. “Do you know how sweet you are?”