by Josie Dennis
“Have you had a man before, Evan?”
Evan shook his head then opened his eyes. “I want you, though. I’ve been thinking about you since that night we met.”
Derek unbuttoned Evan’s trousers and released his cock. It was as beautiful as he was. Thick and long and so hard. “You’re hiding your own assets, my own fine Hawk cock aside.”
Evan’s eyes sparkled. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
Derek fell to his knees as Evan braced his legs apart. “Did sweet Clara from downstairs suck you?”
“Y–yes.”
He flicked his tongue over the broad head of Evan’s cock. He tasted fresh and hot, like his kisses. Evan moaned, his narrow hips thrusting. Derek hardly ever sucked his lovers. They sucked him and he fucked them stupid, but he never really had any desire to share this particular intimacy before.
“Tell me what she did.” He wrapped his fingers around Evan’s shaft and squeezed lightly. “How she sucked you.”
“She took all of me,” Evan whispered. “She sucked me hard until I…came.”
Derek looked up at him, amazed to see Evan’s cheeks reddened again. “It’s a shame you’re so fair, Evan. I can read every emotion on your face.”
He chuckled and blushed deeper. “As opposed to your mysterious Hawk visage?”
Derek laughed and engulfed Evan’s cock in his mouth. Evan moaned again as Derek sucked and licked him. His balls were heavy, tight and hot. He cupped them and used his mouth as he wanted Diana to. Would she suck him hard? Or would she be excruciatingly gentle until he spilled in her mouth?
“That’s so…I can’t even say.” Evan groaned. “Your mouth!”
Derek held on to Evan’s firm ass and took him deeper now. His taste was sharp, his cock harder still. He moved a hand to his own cock and rubbed. He was nearly ready to explode. He began to moan himself, and the vibration of his mouth must have sent Evan over the edge as he came. He glanced up to find Evan’s head thrown back, his hands fisted at his sides. Every spasm shook his body and brought the beast out in Derek.
He stood and opened his trousers. His cock was pounding, his blood so high he could barely breathe. “Can I fuck you?”
Evan opened his eyes. They were glazed with passion. He gave a shaky nod.
* * * *
Evan’s mind was still muddled from his orgasm. Derek had sucked him dry, or so he thought. The prospect of letting him take him now had his cock stirring again. How could that be?
He’d never seen a better-looking man. That was certain. Those dark eyes, that muscular body. Dark hairs swirled over a broad chest that promised strength. He stared at Derek’s cock. It was even larger than his own, which was astounding. He’d always believed he was quite well endowed. He wanted Derek to love him now, though. To feel Derek inside of him.
“You’re huge,” he said.
Derek smiled and stroked himself. Evan stared at the long fingers wrapped around his shaft. “So I’ve been told.”
Evan laughed. This was so strange, their camaraderie from the dining room so easily following them upstairs. There was passion, yes. There was heat between them, certainly. But that connection he’d felt last month was stronger tonight. He found he liked it very much.
“I want you, Derek.” It felt right, those words. True.
Derek’s dark eyes glittered and Evan felt anticipation tingle in his every nerve. Derek brought his rough, beautiful mouth to his and kissed him again. Their limbs intertwined, their cocks hard between them. How could he be hard again? When Derek turned him toward the bed he grabbed onto the iron foot rail with both hands. Derek reached around to stroke him and Evan watched as his hands made him fully hard now. Liquid pearled on the head.
“You’re ready, aren’t you?” Derek asked, his lips close to Evan’s ear. “You want me?”
There was a touch of uncertainty in his voice, but how could that be? He was a Hawk, after all. Everyone wanted him. He had to be used to that.
“Yes,” Evan bit out.
Derek’s cock rubbed between his ass cheeks, hard and hot. He pushed his fingers into his hole and Evan stiffened for a moment. In the next he relaxed and just felt. Derek pushed into him, slowly at first, until he was fully seated. It was amazing. His hand continued to tease his cock as he began to thrust.
Evan arched back as Derek fucked him, reaching one arm up and back to wrap around Derek’s neck. Derek moaned and nipped Evan’s neck. He began to come, pumping now as his hand pulled and stroked Evan’s cock. Evan began to tremble, his second orgasm so close. When Derek exploded, deep inside, he came in hot spurts onto the bed.
Derek held him close as they both regained their senses. He kissed the back of his neck and withdrew. Somehow they made it onto the bed and collapsed in sated exhaustion.
“I’ve never been with a man,” Evan admitted again.
Derek leaned up on one elbow. “I have.” He smiled that wicked Hawk smile. “I never came so hard, though.”
Evan knew he blushed again. “What are you going to do about your Diana?”
Derek shrugged a shoulder. “I have no bloody idea. She needs a good hard ride. That’s certain.”
“But not from you? What about your…” He didn’t finish the thought.
“My curse? Yes, of course you would have heard of it. Saw it firsthand as the earl fucked anything and everything at the manor, I bet.”
“He used to. Until he married.”
His dark brows rose. “So that’s true, then.” He rolled onto his back, pillowing his head on his arms. “And this half brother of his. He married, too, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
Derek pushed his thick brown hair back from his face and let out a whistle. “I can scarcely believe it.”
“I never knew any other Hawks, but I’m guessing that’s unusual?”
“Damned bizarre, truth be told. My father fucked and abandoned my mother, as Hawks have done for generations now.”
Evan heard something in Derek’s tone of voice, an echo of deep hurt. They weren’t truly close, though. Despite just sharing something more intimate than he’d ever encountered, he wasn’t comfortable prying. Who knew when he’d see him again? He didn’t need a complication with a Hawk, and Derek certainly didn’t need an attachment in Yorkshire.
“So you’ll stay at your mother’s?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I must. Someone has to see to the pile of stones my father left her.”
A tapping came at the door. Derek looked at Evan, who shrugged. “Come,” Derek called.
The door opened, and Clara stood there, a big grin on her face. She closed the door and locked it, turning to run her eyes over their naked bodies. “Oh, don’t you two look just lovely.”
“Clara,” Evan began. “You don’t need—”
She stripped off her dress with lightning speed, which effectively shut his mouth. “Oh, but I do need.” She climbed onto the bed. “I need both your lovely cocks right now, I’m thinkin’.”
He envisioned the two of them fucking her together and flushed. He exchanged a grin with Derek and drew her down between them.
After taking Clara in every way possible, they sent her on her exhausted way. When Derek let out a lusty yawn, the ale and his orgasms apparently catching up to him, Evan took that as his cue and rose.
“I believe I’ll bid you good night as well.”
Derek sat up, his brows drawn together. “You don’t have to leave.”
“I’m expected back at the manor.” It wasn’t precisely a lie, but no one except maybe Lily would be looking for him.
Derek appeared to think for a moment, and then he nodded. “Perhaps I’ll see you again?”
Evan smiled. “Perhaps.”
He dressed and left the room. He stood in the hallway a moment, wondering if he’d ever really see Derek again. Maybe if he paid a call on the earl, but that didn’t seem likely. Disappointment bit at him. He’d never been to the manor before, not in the year Evan had been there at least.
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Chapter 4
Derek stretched out against the cushions of the back seat, wishing he hadn’t decided to leave his mother’s house so soon. He’d stayed there only one night, but it had been enough. He could no longer withstand the walls crushing in on him. Could no longer take the echo of his mother’s nightly crying jags faintly ringing in his memory. He’d seen her room emptied and completely redecorated over the past year, yet he could stand in the doorway and still see her prone body wasted on the bed. It was like her ghost haunted the place as she drank and pined for his absent father.
So it was late morning and he was on his way back to the torture that was Holbrook Hall.
As they neared the village of Helmsley, he sat up. “Stop at the Inn at Helmsley, please.”
The driver wore that smug expression of satisfaction for a second before nodding. Derek didn’t really care. Let him think what he would. Derek had enjoyed himself immensely at the inn the other night, but he wasn’t going there to get laid today. No doubt Evan was up at the manor, toiling on the earl’s motors and going about his busy day. He imagined that his own work had been far more tedious at his estate.
The paperwork he’d overseen assured the estate still brought money into his coffers. He had no worries there. He just couldn’t bring himself to spend another night under that roof. So today he was going to delay his return to the hall, and to Diana, and take a hearty lunch at a familiar inn. He smiled to himself. He could always give Clara another tumble, but it wouldn’t be nearly as incredible as fucking her with Evan. Besides, he never took the same lover twice. Before Evan, he’d never wanted to. He suspected the same would be true if he ever had Diana. He’d want her again and again. He couldn’t dare to lower his guard, though. The inevitable pleasure couldn’t be worth the pain he felt when he set them aside as any Hawk would. Imagine the pain in their eyes when they realized he lacked the heart to do forever. Again, he silently cursed his father and the legacy he’d left behind.
It was noon by the time they arrived at the inn, which suited Derek just fine. He stepped out of the car and into the crisp fall air. This part of Yorkshire really was quite lovely. His own estate was ample, but he held little affection for those particular woods and hills. There was a touch of heather in the air here, no doubt from the moors stretching up toward where he guessed Hawksfell Manor was situated.
Clara met him with a smile as he entered. “Baron Holbrook. Nice to see you again.”
Her eyes lingered on his crotch, and he felt a familiar kick of his Hawk beast. “Clara.”
She laughed and touched his arm. “Alone this afternoon?”
“As you see.” When she licked her lips, anticipation in her eyes, he shook his head. “Just lunch today, please.”
She pouted then waved him toward a table with good spirits. She must know that, even if he himself wouldn’t fuck her again, Evan surely would. He sat down and looked around, seeing the usual assortment of local gentry and country folk. The inn was a popular place, apparently. He certainly liked it enough.
Clara brought him a platter of thick stew and lingered for a moment. Derek arched a brow and she grinned. No doubt she was thinking about how he and Evan had taken her. Her on all fours while Evan pounded inside her while Derek felt every moan she made around his cock. It wasn’t a surprise that he and Evan would be just as good with a woman as they’d been together. For a moment he regretted his rule. He could imagine him and Evan fucking Diana and was suddenly seized with the need to experience that. To watch her lose her mind as Evan licked what must be a pretty little pussy. To fuck her cunt as she sucked Evan’s cock down to the root. No matter. He was never going to be with Evan again. And he was certainly never going to be with Diana.
“Baron Holbrook?” a man’s voice said, breaking through his mind’s tantalizing wanderings.
He looked up to see a brown-haired man looking down at him, a serious expression on his face. He was probably his own age and good looking. He was dressed soberly, almost like an attorney, and Derek had never seen him before. “Yes?”
“I’m Thomas Grantley, my lord. I work for the Earl of Hawksfell.”
Questions swirled through Derek’s mind, but he wasn’t going to voice them. Let this man, this man of the earl’s, make his meaning clear first.
“May I join you?” he asked.
Derek shrugged. “I suppose.”
Mr. Grantley nodded and sat across from him. “I’m here at the request of the earl, Baron. He would like you to come to the manor.”
“Why? I’ve never met him and he is nothing to me.”
“Nothing? Hardly that. You’re a Hawk.”
“So? I’ve never had a thing to do with a one of them.”
Grantley nodded again. “I know your family history has not been a happy one.”
Derek bristled. “What do you know of it?”
“It’s my job to know the locations and circumstances of the earl’s Hawk relatives.”
“For what purpose?”
Grantley looked down at the table, no doubt trying to come up with the correct words to make his employer’s wishes known.
“I admit you’ve piqued my interest,” Derek said. “Perhaps you should just state your business and leave me to mine.”
Grantley looked up, his brows drawn together. “The earl has recently discovered that Hawks can find satisfaction, my lord.”
Derek laughed softly. “Oh, I’m perfectly satisfied. I assure you, I fuck as much as I’d like to.”
Grantley’s cheeks reddened, immediately bringing Evan to Derek’s mind. “Nevertheless, the earl would like to extend an open-ended invitation to stay at the manor.”
Derek grinned. “I hear he keeps a staff of willing lovers there, Grantley. Is that true?”
“The earl is happily married.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, but I suppose it’s not my place to wonder.” Derek crossed his leg and ran a finger over the crease of his trousers. “Am I to assume he gives me access to his staff as well as his home?”
Grantley’s brows rose. “You’ll have to ask the earl.”
Derek held up a hand. “Okay, Grantley. I admit I’m toying a bit with you.”
Grantley smiled, a fleeting expression but a handsome one. “May I tell the earl you’ll accept, then?”
Derek thought about what awaited him at Holbrook Hall. Temptation and torture from Diana and vexation and irritation from the other Holbrooks. Why not spend some time, open-ended invitation after all, at Hawksfell Manor? At the very least he might see Evan. Get to talk to him again. And if he felt the urge to fuck a parlormaid or footman, who cared? He was a Hawk. Why not go to the largest, grandest Hawk’s roost?
“I accept the earl’s generous offer,” he told Grantley. “Tell him I’ll pay a visit in two days’ time.”
Grantley looked quite relieved. He rose and bowed his head then left the inn. Derek stared after him. The man was dedicated. That was certain. What he’d said about the earl’s marriage was surprising, though. The man was happily settled? That never happened to a Hawk. If there was the slightest chance that was possible there wasn’t anything Derek wouldn’t risk to capture his own happiness.
“It will never happen,” he muttered.
He finished his meal, all the while wondering just how he was going to break the news to Diana that he was leaving Holbrook Hall yet again.
* * * *
Diana paced in the front parlor, finding herself once again on the very spot where Derek had changed everything for her. He’d kissed her, damn him. He’d told her he wanted her! Then he’d left yet again. Her drive with Sir Simon had been as dull as she’d expected. Her mother had been as hopeful as that older gentleman, actually. It had been a form of torture for her though, smiling and simpering as the man droned on about his sheep and his tenants. Derek never spoke of his own estate with such inanity. Well, to be honest, he never spoke of it at all. At least not with her.
“Yes, Diana,” she said to herself. “He’s coming home to you.” She snorted. “Not likely.”
“Miss?” a parlormaid said from the doorway.
Diana eyed her. She was a pretty thing, all dark hair and eyes. Had Derek taken her, too? Her heart, so recently buoyed by Derek’s imminent return, now felt as heavy as a stone.
“N–nothing,” she managed to say to the maid.
The girl bobbed a curtsey and left her. Diana stepped away from the window and ran her hands over her dress and patted her hair. Thankfully she’d decided to wear one of her new dresses for dinner tonight. Though the cut was sleek and draped beautifully over her hips, the fabric also hugged her waist and showed a bit of her décolletage. Her corset was doing its job. The tops of her breasts felt plump and soft to her hands. Her fingers danced over her throat and the side of her neck. Derek had buried his face there, his hair-roughened cheeks delightfully setting her nerves to tingling. He’ll give me what I’ve been asking for. The truth was, she had no notion of what precisely she was asking him for. She would ask him tonight. That was all.
She heard the front door open and the low rumble of Derek’s voice. Attempting to assume an air of nonchalance, she pretended she just happened to step out of the parlor into the entry as Derek arrived home.
“Diana,” he said, drawing up short.
“Hello, Derek.”
He nodded, swallowing so his Adam’s apple bobbed. She ran her eyes hungrily over him. He looked marvelous, as usual. His overcoat spanned his wide shoulders and when he removed it she wasn’t disappointed by his tweeds. His hair was slightly tousled and he seemed uncertain as he stood there. Both elements combined to lend him a bit of approachability that made her step closer as if pulled by an invisible thread.
“Was your trip enjoyable?” she asked.
“Enjoyable?” He waved the footman holding his suitcases to head upstairs and handed his coat to a waiting maid. He said something to her she didn’t hear but the girl didn’t appear to blush or giggle. She just hurried away. He faced Diana again. “I suppose you can say that.”