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

wouldn’t want either to believe he expected such fortune in his own life. Not love or a permanent pairing with a Hawk and his lovely partner. If he was promoted to first footman he would be grateful for the position and go on with his life as planned.
    “Another year, Cabot,” Mr. Carstairs said as he entered the butler’s pantry. “Happy Christmas.”
    Cabot smiled at the butler. “Happy Christmas, Mr. Carstairs.”
    “Very different from last year’s celebration, isn’t it?”
    Cabot simply nodded. Last year there were none but the previous earl and his son, and there was no celebrating that Cabot saw. No, the late earl was a rutting bastard with none of Gabriel Hawk’s care or consideration. He supposed the fact that Mrs. Holmes all but raised him was the cause for their differences despite their shared lusts.
    Mr. Carstairs cleared his throat. “I suppose you overheard that bit about William.”
    “Yes.”
    “It seems you’ll be elevated to his position.”
    “I’d be honored.”
    The butler appeared pleased by Cabot’s response. “Very good. Go see how the lower footmen are serving. Holiday or no, we have our duties.”
    Cabot said nothing more as he left the pantry. All seemed to be going well in the dining room and would no doubt continue into the parlor as the Hawks continued their celebration. After taking another lingering look at Victor and Violet, he went downstairs to the servants’ hall.
    He couldn’t guess how late Victor would keep to the festivities but he was eager to have him and Violet again. It seemed like far too long since he’d held them both. Their last encounter had been incredible, a quick meeting in the bachelor’s wing that swiftly led to Violet sucking him as Victor fucked her nice and hard from behind. They’d all come together, in sync in passion.
    “Lord Ralston called for you,” Mrs. Holmes said as he settled down at the table in the common room.
    He managed to keep his features even as he looked up at the housekeeper. “So early?”
    “He didn’t seem to be enjoying the festivities once dinner was concluded.” She smiled. “So many Hawks can be a bit much for a man used to solitude.”
    Cabot reasoned she was right on that score. Mrs. Holmes was shrewd and no one cared for the earl and his relatives more than she. Victor had seemed quite isolated tonight, even in a room crowded with his relatives and Violet.
    Tamping down the hum of lust zinging through his body, he rose and straightened his livery. “Good night, Mrs. Holmes. And Happy Christmas.”
    The housekeeper tilted her head to one side, her eyes sharp. “Happy Christmas, Cabot.”
    There was more the woman wasn’t saying but Cabot wasn’t going to press her. He’d find himself crying on her shoulder about both Victor and Violet and he couldn’t have that. He nodded and left the servants’ hall for the stairs at the back of the manor.
    As he gained Victor’s room, his cock was hard and throbbing. Opening the door, he found Victor stripped and wearing his dressing gown. Thick burgundy draped over his magnificent form and Cabot sucked in a breath.
    His dark hair was brushed back from his face and his eyes were intent.
    “Victor,” was all he could say.
    Victor shrugged a broad shoulder. “I thought I could manage to undress myself and give my valet a bit of a present for Christmas.”
    Cabot grinned. “You’re teasing me again.”
    “I suppose I’ve learned from you.” Victor’s face sobered then he came closer. “Get naked, Cabot. Our girl will be here soon.”
    Cabot didn’t need to be asked twice. He was soon stripped naked, his body aching for release.
    Victor eyed his cock and smiled. “Violet will love a ride on that, I wager.”
    “What of yours?” Cabot asked, untying Victor’s belt. He stared down at his magnificent length. “Won’t our girl want a taste of you?”
    They were close and Cabot could smell him. Could feel his heat. “I’m going to fuck her ass while you take