Good Lord: Woolf Tales 2

by Viva Gold

  “Sorry, I was distracted by a hang nail.” I showed him and he shook his head.

  “Perhaps some time away at the castle would be a good idea. Do you want me to take you there?”

  I tutted. “It’s not a castle for fuck’s sake, and no thank you I’m perfectly capable of getting there on my own. Or on a Harley?” I looked at him with my best puppy dog expression but for some reason all Izzy did was snort.

  “No way.”

  “Please Izzy; you know how much I love your bike.” My turn to whine. “I’ll blow you for it.” I licked my lips suggestively.

  “Euww, don’t do that.” Izzy waved his hands at my face. “And although your fellatio skills are truly legendary and very much appreciated, I will not be bribed.”

  I huffed and stomped a Prada covered foot on the floor followed by a yelp as I hopped around having forgotten my glass induced injury. I plonked myself in one of his leather armchairs and removed my shoe to reveal a blood-soaked dressing on the sole of my foot.

  “Bloody hell!” Izzy was round his desk in an instant on his knees in front of me, cradling my foot in his hands. It was something I had dreamed of many times and even knowing he was now off the market did nothing to stem my attraction to him. I sighed and Izzy frowned. “Wait here.” He disappeared and returned moments later with the first aid kit. As a Master Dom, he was more than qualified in taking care of minor wounds and he cleaned and redressed my cut like a pro.

  “What’s wrong with me Izzy? Why did you choose Adam?” Izzy sank back on his heels, his warm hands clutched my ankle and he absently rubbed my skin.

  “Nothing is wrong with you. You’re gorgeous and sexy and very fucking hot, but not my type babe. And for your information, once I saw Adam no one else existed for me. I’ve known you a long time and if something was to happen between us it would have done so before now.”

  “You’ve spoiled everyone else for me.”

  Izzy tutted. “You flatter me too much, but I promise you someone will come along and the chemistry between you will be undeniable and you’ll know he’s the one.” He leaned forward and kissed my cheek and I breathed him in.

  “Do you promise?” I whispered.

  “Yes, my Lord.” Izzy grinned and we shared a laugh.

  CHAPTER 2

  It was true though, I am a Lord.

  Son of Earl and Countess Greenall and whilst our home isn’t exactly a castle it’s pretty fuck off. Think Downton Abbey only bigger and more modern. Thankfully Mummy and Daddy weren’t stuck in the dark ages like a lot of their peers, so while the outside of the house is all classical Georgian in appearance, most of the living areas are comfortably modern. No draughty hallways for this current generation of Greenalls, thank you very much.

  As I pulled up to the main entrance on Izzy’s Harley which he eventually and reluctantly agreed to let me borrow, agreeing that if nothing else I did the leathers justice, a sense of calm descended and my heart felt lighter than it had done for days. The massive front door swung open and four rust coloured bundles of fur came hurtling towards me. We’d had corgis for as long as I could remember and this latest lot were simply adorable. They fussed around my feet as I climbed off the bike and went to greet my mother.

  “Countess Greenall; looking marvellous as always.”

  “Lord Greenall; looking…” Mummy paused. “Not so marvellous darling. Come give me a hug.” I fell into my mother’s arms and she pulled me into the only embrace that had ever made me feel truly loved. “I’ll put the tea on and you can tell me all about it.” I snorted. What she actually meant was she’d ring for a cuppa to be brought to us. I doubted very much Mummy had ever willingly made a pot in her life.

  Charlotte Greenall was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Even now at nearly sixty, she was flawless and stunning. She wore a pair of cropped jeans with loafer slides and a loose-fitting navy shirt. Her hair was piled into a messy up do and she was the epitome of simple understated elegance.

  “Come into the conservatory sweetie and tell me what’s up.”

  I settled at the corner of the huge sectional sofa wedging in between two of the zillions of soft cushions. It was the latest in indoor/outdoor furniture and extremely attractive in the room. Of course, calling it a conservatory was modest at best. There was floor to ceiling windows with huge blinds for blocking out the sun if needs be, but the overall effect made it feel like you were sitting outside the house. Apparently, the roof retracted for hotter days. I let Mummy blabber on about her new room as I sunk into the cushions and let her voice soothe my aching head.

  Tea was served and as I dunked my digestive into my tea a flash of movement outside caught my eye. I scanned the garden in my immediate view until I located the source of it.

  Sitting forward I squinted slightly making out the figure of a man. “Charlie?” My mother hated being called Charlotte. “May I enquire as to that chap over there?” I pointed to the retreating figure until he was almost gone. “Do we have a new groundsman?”

  She whipped her head around following my gaze. “Oh no darling, that’s Remi Ferrand.”

  “Remi?”

  Mummy cocked her head at me. “Yes dear, cousin Remi.”

  “Cousin Remi?”

  She sighed. “Jason, I know you’re not that dense. Remi is Daddy’s first cousin Marc’s son from the French side of the family?”

  “That’s Remi? I thought he was just a kid.”

  “Well he probably was the last time you saw him darling. He’s here to do a Masters degree at Oxford, so it makes sense for him to stay with us.”

  “So, what he’s like twenty now?”

  “Twenty-one.” Charlie screwed her eyes up at me. “And far too young to be corrupted by you.”

  “Mummy, I’m only 26, that’s a mere 5 years difference. Nothing at all.”

  “Well he has a very sweet girlfriend in France according to his mother.”

  I made a noise that sort of went “pffft.”

  “Darling not everyone in this family under the age of 30 is gay you know.” She sipped at her tea eyeing me through narrowed slits.

  “Crow’s feet Mama.” I warned bitchily and her eyes flew open before we both dissolved into peals of laughter. “I do love our chats, but I really need to crash for a bit.”

  “Of course. Perhaps when you’re ready you can tell me what’s wrong. All joking aside, you look a touch peaky and I’m worried about you. I love you.”

  “I love you too.” I leaned over the woman I adored more than anyone or anything else in the world and gave her a reassuring kiss before I made my way to my room accompanied by four little furries at my heels.

  I looked out of my bedroom window and surveyed the grounds below hoping to catch another sighting of my French cousin. At first glance, little Remi had morphed into Gaston and as big and burly was a bit of a turn on for me, I was more than a little intrigued. He hadn’t been near enough to make out his features but he clearly kept himself in shape and I guessed he’d made use of our gym in the basement of the house. I thought about ‘coincidentally’ going for a work-out at the same time as the mysterious Remi, as I wouldn’t mind seeing him all sweaty and out of breath. My dick stirred in my jeans and I rubbed at my denim covered crotch with amusement. I tried to work out if fucking your second cousin was akin to incest but as I’d been having an affair with identical twins, I wasn’t unduly bothered. Not like we could get one another pregnant.

  “Ah ha! Voila.” I leaned towards the glass as Remi appeared on the pathway back from his walk. As if sensing he was being watched he glanced upwards and I hastily stepped back from the window. I didn’t want his first impression of me to be too stalkerish. In that split second though, my breath caught at his sheer beauty. Remi’s hair was so dark it was almost black and it was styled short at the sides and longer on top, a little like Izzy’s. He had high cheekbones and was clean shaven but it was too far away for me to determine his eye colour. He was bulky beneath his bomber jacket a
nd his jeans were delightfully tight, but again too far away to see his bulge. My dick stirred and I sighed happily at the thought of the eye candy in store for me at dinner.

  My phone vibrated in my pocket nudging me back to reality. “Izzy!” My heart leapt in my chest. Old habits die hard after all.

  “Just checking you didn’t kill yourself on the way to family HQ.”

  I chuckled. “Well that’s sweet dear. And I see right through you Mr Woolf. Your baby is fine; not a scratch on her.” Izzy’s love for his Harley was legendary. He laughed and the deep familiar rumble comforted me. “Anyway, I only just got here so there’s nothing to tell. I had tea with Charlie and now I’m unpacking.” Not entirely true but he didn’t need to know I’d turned into an incestuous stalker with perverted tendencies - I had a reputation to protect after all!

  “Yes, well don’t forget Adam and I are planning to visit at the weekend. I can’t wait to see your parents, it’s been ages. And Adam will blow his nut when he sees your music room.”

  “Charming as ever, Isadore.”

  “Love you Jase. Speak soon.”

  Izzy terminated the call, not bothering to wait for my reply as was his way. My spirits lifted a bit knowing I hadn’t damaged our relationship due to my drunken shenanigans. I yawned and suddenly all I wanted was to lie on my bed and sleep, so that’s precisely what I did.

  “Oh my God T, that huge black cock of yours feels so good in my arse. Fuck me hard baby.” I bounced on T’s lap while G tapped his own massive erection against my cheek. I turned my head and let my jaw drop open and he slapped my tongue with his penis leaving little deposits of pre-come on my tongue. I swallowed greedily before clamping my mouth around his shaft. I sucked hard making G gasp and grab on to T’s shoulders for balance. He leaned down and kissed his brother and I watched as they lost themselves in each other. No matter that I had one of their cocks between my cheeks and the other between my lips, it was as if no one else existed for them and in that moment, I realised they would never love me enough. Tears slid down my cheeks as my heart shattered into pieces and I knew it was all over between us.

  I awoke with a jolt willing the bittersweet dream away. My face was wet with tears and any good feeling I’d had arriving home was erased with the memories of my failed relationship. I knew the Twins felt bereft at my decision but they couldn’t know what it did to me to see the way they loved each other more. They could deny it all they liked but it was the truth.

  I realised the room was dim and guessed I must have slept for a few hours. It was usually a good way to escape my errant thoughts but today they had followed me into slumber leaving me totally pissed off. I decided hitting the gym might ease my depression or at least distract me from it for a while. I dug out my sweat shorts and a loose vest; jammed my feet into my trainers and headed for the basement.

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

  The irony hit me full force as I spotted Remi lifting weights across the other side of the room. The guy was fit in all the right places. He was about the same height as me but that’s where any similarity ended. I was long and very lean with a pert little butt. I was in good shape but naturally thin and preferred cardio to keep fit. Remi evidently favoured muscle building exercise and to my eye was awfully good at it. He wasn’t as immense as Adam, but his broad shoulders and huge biceps attested to his dedicated gym time. His legs were sturdy and perfectly proportioned and judging by the way his shorts clung to his glutes, his arse was a work of art.

  “Be careful what you wish for.” I muttered to myself but I was in no mood to be sociable so I plugged in my headphones and pretended I hadn’t seen him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him raise his hand in a half wave but I ignored him. I wasn’t usually this rude but with my head in a spin from my recent dream, all I craved was to pound the treadmill to oblivion.

  Twenty minutes into my run Remi appeared at my side with an ice-cold bottle of water. He gestured I should drink and he wasn’t wrong, I had begun to feel light-headed. I grabbed the bottle and took a long glug but in the process totally lost my balance and careened off the side of the treadmill straight into Remi’s arms. I couldn’t have planned it better and if I was in any way in the mood for flirting, this would have been a golden opportunity. Instead we both toppled over from the weight of me and ended up sprawled across the floor.

  “Oomph.” Remi exclaimed as I landed half on top of him obviously knocking the wind out of him. He panted loudly and his breath was hot on my skin. I scrambled off him in a panic but made matters a whole lot worse as I basically grabbed his balls in the process. He jerked upright and head butted me and we both wailed. Finally, Remi used his impressively muscled arms to shove me to the side.

  “I can’t believe what just happened!” Remi rubbed his brow and cupped his balls. “All I did was offer you water!” His accent wasn’t overly pronounced and I wondered randomly where he’d learned his English. Anything really to distract me from watching him basically masturbate right before my eyes.

  “Sorry, Remi, that was totally my fault.” I cleared my throat and he rapidly dropped his hands to the floor although I could tell he was in some discomfort. I jumped to my feet and immediately realised my mistake as the room spun perilously. The combination of de-hydrating and the bump to my head had taken effect and I felt truly ill. I put my hand out to steady myself yet my knees buckled and I literally saw stars.

  “Jason. Jason, mon dieu.” My name sounded strange; all the letters were softly pronounced rather than the normal abruptness. Then I remembered Remi was French and it was his accent making my rather dull name sound so sexy. My eyes fluttered open and I was startled to find we were still on the gym floor although I was cradled in his arms. I frowned and Remi helped me to sit up slowly.

  “You passed out but I managed to catch you this time.” He spoke of his achievement with some pride.

  I was mortified but remembered my manners. “Thank you. I’m sorry to have made such a fool out of myself and to have harmed you in any way.” I made a vague gesture to his groin.

  “Oh, do not worry. I am fine. I have good, how you say, recovery.”

  I groaned. I’m sure that’s not quite what Remi meant but the visuals were testing my last nerve. “Well, I’m pleased to meet you again Remi, even under these embarrassing circumstances. I’m fine honestly, if you could just help me up.”

  Remi jumped to his feet and held his hand out to help me up. I took it and basked in the warmth of his strong grip and the ease at which he pulled me up. We stood eye to eye and Remi smiled at me before dipping his face towards mine and kissing first one cheek then the other in the traditional Continental way. I was slightly taken aback and reacted by placing my hands palm down against his chest. His hard, spectacularly defined chest. I could feel his erect nipples beneath his Lycra vest as they dug little ruts into my flesh and I jumped back in shock. Remi cocked his head at me with a slight smirk to his lips. He rubbed his abs and slowly slid his hand into the elastic waistband of his shorts unabashedly rearranging himself. I gaped at his bold behaviour and he grinned back at me.

  “So pleased to meet you too, cousin.” Remi pronounced the word in French and it sounded sinful in his sultry accent. He placed a finger under my chin and pushed my jaw closed and used the same finger to tap my lips. “I will see you at dinner.” I was speechless. My brain was finding it hard to compute what just happened and all I could do was swallow gormlessly and wonder what the hell Cousin Remi was playing at.

  “Mummy.” I’d run ragged around the entire house looking for her and was surprised to track her down in the kitchen. Not her natural habitat but she was consulting with our cook about a bit of a do her and Daddy were hosting at the weekend. She looked up at me over the tops of her glasses.

  “Jason, I’m busy.”

  “I’ll only take a minute of your time; I just wanted to check a couple of things you said earlier about Remi.” Mummy narrowed her eyes at me and whipped off her specs rather alarmingly. “I, um
m, thought you said he had a girlfriend.”

  “Well, his mother said he was seeing someone, I naturally presumed…oh dear.” Charlie giggled. It was disconcerting to say the least.

  “Oh dear, that’s all you have to say?” I crossed my arms.

  “Sorry, how is that of any relevance to well, anything? Last time I checked you were queer so what’s the issue?”

  “Don’t say queer.”

  “Gay then.” She rolled her eyes at me.

  “There’s no issue! We’re cousins for gawd’s sake.” My cheeks heated a little at my double standards. I had after all just been fucking twins.

  “Hmm, strictly speaking, not.” Mother tapped her chin.

  “What does that mean?” My voice had raised several octaves and I practically sputtered out the words.

  “Well, he’s the son of Marc’s second wife. No blood relation even though he’s raised the boy from a baby.”

  My pulse raced and my skin felt tight. The bastard knew! He totally played me the little runt. I threw my hands up in the air. “How did I not know this!”

  “It just never came up darling. Now that we’ve cleared that all up, do be a dear and piss off so I can finish up with cook.” Mother shoved her glasses back on her nose and turned away effectively dismissing me. I slunk back to my room wondering how it was that my supposedly relaxing break was already stressing me out.

  CHAPTER 3

  “Jason, my boy. Good to see you.” My father, Earl Greenall, had a loud, booming voice to match his larger than life personality and statuesque disposition. He was freakishly tall and broad and I loved getting hugged by him as it was an all-encompassing experience I never grew tired of. I breathed in his familiar scent as he put his arms around me and practically squashed the living daylights out of me.

  “Pops. Can’t breathe.” I tapped urgently at his back and he eventually freed me after giving me another quick hug and a kiss on my cheek.