Haunted Knights (Montbryce~The Next Generation Historical Romance) Read Online Free PDF

lacked male urges. Far from it. As a youth he’d had a seemingly permanent hard-on. His cock had always stood ready to demonstrate its interest in an attractive female. He had never thrust his manhood into a woman’s sheath, but had enjoyed the ministrations of many eager to use their mouths on him. They had taught him how to please them without penetration.
    His shaft failed to stir at the memory.
    As he hauled his body out of the tub he looked down at the water running off the flesh between his legs. Everything looked normal, but his shaft seemed incapable of rousing itself.
    Hopelessness washed over him. Denis had assured him constantly it was likely a temporary problem, but it had been weeks now, and he might as well be a monk for the interest his manhood had shown in any female he had encountered.
    Perhaps encouragement might help matters. He cringed as he cupped his couilles with one hand and grasped his flaccid member with the other. That had usually caused things to stir, but now—nothing.
    Sweat broke out on his brow as he strained to pump life into his shaft. Bile rose in his throat. Despair gripped him. He thrust back his head, willing the familiar urges to surge into his body.
    Suddenly the door creaked open. He spun around. A red faced maidservant squealed her shock, eyes bulging, hands clamped over her mouth. A heap of drying linens lay at her feet. “I knocked, milord , but—”
    The sweat on his body turned to ice as he splayed his hands over his groin. “Get out!” he bellowed. “Out! Vite ! Stupid wench!”
    The girl let out a strangled cry and fled, bumping into Denis.
    Denis stooped quickly to pick up a drying cloth and thrust it at Adam. “Cover yourself.”
    Adam threw the linen back at him, his heart thudding in his ears. He stretched his arms wide. “Take a good look. It will be on everyone’s lips that milord’s testicles aren’t what they should be.”
    Denis handed the linen back and pointed to his own eyes, shaking his head. “She barely had time to see anything, Adam. And she spoke the truth when she told you she knocked.” He pointed to the door. “I was down the hall.”
    Adam cinched the linen at his waist and slumped onto the bed. “I am a useless eunuch, Denis, a shadow of a man.”
    Denis stood in front of Adam, hands on his hips. “I am not the person to whine to. I will aid you in any way I can.” He wagged a finger. “But I will not listen to your self-pity.”
    Adam slouched on the bed, yet Denis had to reach up to put his hands over his brother’s ears. “Life has dealt you a double blow, brother.” He struck his chest with a fisted hand. “But you are a warrior.”
    Adam hung his head. “I no longer have a warrior’s heart.” His words were a distant echo in his ears, but he heard the self pity and hated himself for it.
    Denis retrieved more linens. “Now, dry yourself.” He lifted his hand to his mouth. “Get ready to dine in the Hall.”
    Fatigue swept over Adam. “I cannot. I will eat in my chamber.”
    Denis went to the armoire where servants had stored Adam’s clothing. He brought out a shirt, doublet and leggings, which he threw on the bed. He prodded Adam’s belly. “You are our father’s representative in this manor. You will eat with the rest of us in the Hall. I will send a servant to help you dress.”
    Adam leapt to his feet. Had he understood correctly? “ Non ! I will dress myself.”
    Denis smiled. “As you wish.” He pressed his palm to his chest and made a mock bow. “Or, as we have done for each other innumerable times before, I can be your valet.”
    It was true. He and Denis had often acted as each other’s valet when away from home. Denis’ lack of stature had not been an issue. Adam had never given it a second thought when he had helped Denis dress. Why was he now uncomfortable with the notion of his half brother helping him don his clothing?
    Denis had made it clear Adam’s deafness and impotency had no bearing on his