Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Josie Dennis Read Free Book Online

Victor’s shoulder.
    Victor moved to capture Cabot’s lips as he continued to drive into him. He could feel his orgasm start, his balls tightening until he lost his control.
    “I’m coming,” he groaned, wrapping an arm around Cabot’s chest and holding him closer.
    Cabot let out a breath as he arched, wrapping a hand around his own cock as Victor came hard inside him. His heart was pounding, his blood rushing in his ears, but he managed to reach around and cover Cabot’s fingers with his own. Together they stroked until Cabot shuddered against him and climaxed.
    Their breathing was harsh and Victor had to brace his feet apart to keep from collapsing over Cabot on the dressing table. He’d never felt such pleasure except from Violet’s hand, and certainly never felt the connection he inexplicably felt with Cabot tonight. For the first time, crushing guilt didn’t choke him after fucking. No, he was released from his beast and could breathe again.
    “Cabot,” he said softly, kissing his fevered cheek. “That was remarkable.”
    Cabot nodded, licking his lips as his breathing slowed. “You know how to ride, my lord.”
    Victor withdrew from Cabot and tucked his sated cock back into his trousers. “Victor, Cabot. You agreed.”
    Cabot withdrew a handkerchief and wiped the table and then himself before turning to face Victor. “In this room, I’ll call you Victor.”
    Relief washed over him. “I don’t want to lose this connection, Cabot.”
    Cabot dressed quickly, then faced him. “What are you saying?”
    Victor brushed a hand through his hair and shrugged. “I want to have you again.”
    Cabot smiled, all smooth charm, and Victor felt the impact of the man’s attraction. “I’m pleased.” His expression sobered and Victor once more saw the man behind the charm. “But what are you going to do about her?”
    Victor thought about Violet and knew his need for her was still burning inside of him. He’d surrendered and taken Cabot but he still wanted Violet.
    Victor let out a sigh. “I have no idea.”
    Cabot put a hand on his bare shoulder. “You want her.”
    Victor nodded.
    “And you want me?” Cabot asked.
    Victor met his blue eyes so like Violet’s. “Yes.”
    Cabot grinned now. “Then you shall have us both.”
    Amazingly, Victor felt a laugh bubble up inside him. “How?”
    “You’re not the only one who wants two here, Victor.”
    Victor’s mouth dropped open. “She wants you, too?”
    “Of course.”
    Victor did laugh then. And he felt lighter than he ever had before.
     
    * * * *
     
    Violet walked about the frozen grounds of Hawksfell Manor, her nerves in a tangle. Last night had been astonishing on several levels. When the Hawks all spoke of the coming holiday with such warm anticipation, she’d so wanted to fit in and celebrate with them. The long year caring for Victor’s mother hadn’t left time or energy for celebrating and Victor’s prickly demeanor made any notion of bringing up the subject to him ridiculous. She’d seen the longing in his eyes, however. It nearly broke her heart that he kept himself as removed from these people as much as he always had from her.
    Turning up the collar of her coat, she made her way around toward the back of the manor house. Hawksfell was enormous, but she’d spotted an outbuilding. She assumed it was a garage or carriage house, and considered hiding out in it until dinnertime arrived again. Breakfast had been quiet, as the earl and his family had gone off to the village. At least she wouldn’t have to make conversation with the absurdly happy Lady Hawksfell and her undeniably pleasant cousin. If the earl was seeing to business he’d been considerate enough to take them along with him today.
    Victor hadn’t been present but neither had Cabot the footman, thank goodness. Oh, the way she’d shamed herself with him!
    He had been so kind to her, though. And he was so very attractive. His kisses were sweet and hot, and on this cold morning