Matthew's Mask [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 3] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Josie Dennis Page B

down. He grew visibly bothered, and she felt a surge of the only power she really possessed. “As your mistress? I admit that would be a sight better than taking care of others, but as much as I enjoy our coupling I couldn’t do that.”
    “Coupling?” He swallowed audibly. “Is that what you call it?”
    She shrugged and struck a pose that showed her body to advantage. The moment his Hawk lusts began to stir she knew. She wouldn’t mistake it for affection, any more than she would take William’s declarations of caring for her as love.
    “I can please you, Matthew. You like to fuck me. What is that beyond coupling?”
    He held his hands in fists at his sides. “And what is it between you and William, then?”
    William. William, that sweet man who always seemed to know just how to touch her. William, in whose arms she found contentment now and then beyond any “coupling.”
    “William likes to get his cock polished, is all.” The words stung, but she knew them to be true. “He’ll move on to another maid when I’m gone.”
    “When you’re gone? Where would you go?”
    “Back to the farm, I guess.” Anguish filled her heart to even consider leaving William and Matthew. She didn’t know precisely when they became connected but reasoned she could time it to the moment she made love to William after loving Matthew. “Ruined and alone. Now I’m being quite maudlin.”
    “I don’t just fuck you, Posy. It’s more than that.”
    “Yes, I know. It’s a release from your curse.”
    “There is that, but it’s different with you. I’ve only ever felt that with you and one other.”
    “One other?” She was stung by his admission but refused to let it show. “So I’m replaced so quickly, am I? Found another to ride your Hawk cock to pleasure?”
    “Now, Posy…”
    “Hmm. Maybe you and William can share my replacement.”
    “Stop that!” He grunted as he apparently tried to find the words to set her from him. “I’m making a muddle of this.”
    He kissed her lips, and after a brief moment of stiffness, she softened and leaned into him.
    He pulled back to smile down at her. “I felt it with you at the inn, Posy. And again in the library the other night.”
    “And with one other,” she said, staring at his lovely mouth. “Then whyever would you need me?”
    He touched her cheek, his fingers gentle. “Because he needs you.”
    She blinked. “He? Who?”
    “Me,” William said from behind.
    She craned her neck and saw him standing in the doorway.
     
    * * * *
     
    William stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. Matthew smiled at the footman’s starchy demeanor. He knew what hid behind it. Passion, yes. Affection for the girl currently cuddled in his arms. And, perhaps, friendship for him as well.
    “William!” Posy gasped. She pulled away from Matthew, and his arms felt very empty. “Oh, have you told the viscount what I like? How you feel when I suck your cock deep into my mouth?”
    “Posy, stop this,” Matthew said.
    “I won’t.” She turned to him. “What of you, Matthew? Did you tell him what my pussy tastes like? Well, he already knows.” She eyed William. “Don’t you, William?”
    “Yes, I do,” William said. His cheeks flushed, and Matthew felt his passions flare. “You are beyond sweet.”
    Her face crumpled, and she began to cry. “You really talked about me. You traded tales! Oh, I’m nothing more than a diversion for either one of you.”
    “You’re not,” Matthew said. “Neither you or William are a diversion for me.”
    She looked from one to the other, her tears streaming down her cheeks. “You are the earl’s brother, Matthew. You will have your life.”
    “Yes,” Matthew said. “But I want my life the way I want it.”
    “Spoken like a nobleman,” she said.
    “I’ve never acted like one or been treated like one,” he admitted.
    “Why not?” William asked.
    Matthew thought for a moment. He hadn’t shared anything beyond sexual with