Menage-a-Dare
Frances Stockton
Book 2 in the Sexcapades series.
Remy and Eve have been skirting their attraction for nearly a year. During a road trip, they become lovers. But Remy’s worried. He’s bisexual and doesn’t want to risk hurting Eve.
Upon their arrival in Dare, Nevada, they meet the enigmatic, incredibly sexy Jaxon Wynter. Immediately Eve and Remy want him and it isn’t long before Jax seduces the couple into a red-hot ménage that pushes their boundaries. But Jax has secrets and emotional scars he’s tried to keep buried. When an emergency arises for Eve, he realizes if he doesn’t open his heart and soul to his lovers, he could lose them both, forever.
Inside Scoop: This threesome features all sorts of sexy adventure, including scorching-hot male/male intimacy and mild BDSM.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
Menage-a-Dare
Frances Stockton
Chapter One
Colorado—Late April
Cruising along the highway in the passenger seat of a big red Toyota truck, Eve had her nose buried in her Kindle, her concentration torn between the driver, Remy Sinclair, and a hot sex scene written by her favorite author, Ransom Hunter.
Ransom Hunter was an enigma, a pen name for sure, but little was known other than the author was a man who lived in California. There’d been rumors surfacing a while back as to the author’s identity. Rumors that led to Eve researching into what happened to him after his last new release came out two years ago.
From what she’d gathered, Ransom moved to Nevada and lived a reclusive life in or near the town of Dare, the very place she and Remy were set to investigate for his ghost hunter reality TV show. In an age where many of the rich and famous were frequently talked about in gossip magazines and television, it was most unusual that little was known about him after he left California.
Then again, from what she knew about Dare, Nevada, the town prided itself on being a destination for the rich and famous to hide away from the gossipmongers. Maybe that was why little was written or known about him. And speculating as to whether she might run into him or meet him once she and Remy got there was a waste of time.
She’d rather read. True, she’d read this particular scene countless times, tending to imagine herself as the heroine caught between two hulking male bodies. The first time she’d read the Vampire-for-Hire erotica series, she’d thought it was crazy to fantasize about being with two men.
Now her self-pleasured dreams were fueled by elements of fiction, Remy and even the author. Maybe it was because she could escape and become someone else in a book, someone who wasn’t the daughter of a strict businessman who’d lost his wife to cancer.
As good a man as her father was, he raised her to live an exemplary life. But as she grew up, she soon realized that working in real estate investment wasn’t for her. She tried to please her father, but when she went to college, she veered away from business to history and genealogy.
Now with a Master’s degree, she’d found her way in the most unlikely of avenues, ghost hunting and teaching part time at a community college. Honestly, she loved what she was doing, especially as she had the opportunity to work with Remington Sinclair. For not only had he earned her respect as a paranormal investigator, she’d developed a wicked crush on him. In New England, his reality show was a hit, his social media status was through the roof, and yet he made time for his fans whenever possible and was considered a nice guy.
The problem with Remy being nice was that he tended to treat Eve with kid gloves. She’d tried to let him know she was attracted to him, yet he politely kept her at arm’s length.
At first, she’d thought he was gay, but then he’d go out with a woman. Then she witnessed him flirt with male friends of theirs and concluded he was bisexual. Several times she’d gone to weddings or parties with him yet he regarded her as a friend.
However during their current road trip to Dare, Nevada to scope out potential places for him to investigate and expand his target market beyond New England, their relationship began to change. While they slept in separate hotel rooms, they frequently lingered over dinner or toured monuments and state parks hand in hand.
Maybe this road trip was exactly what they needed to push their relationship beyond companionship and into something significant. After all, most of their friends back home in Massachusetts were married, engaged or otherwise taken and working their way toward happily ever after. Why shouldn’t Eve hope for the same?
Blinking to clear her suddenly blurred vision, Eve pushed her reading glasses up on her nose. Cutting a glance to her left, she saw Remy’s profile, big shoulders, long dyed black-and-red hair pulled back in a ponytail, black leather jacket, black jeans.
Not for the first time, her tummy flip-flopped simply by looking at him sideways. Head on, he was a devastating male with a kissable mouth and a hint of darkness about him that she wished she understood. What was it about him that attracted her so much she was willing to forgo dating anyone else to have a shot with him?
“You okay over there, Evelyn?” Remy asked.
“I’m fine, boss, thanks,” she said. “If you’re tired of driving we can switch places. I drove a bit yesterday.”
Remy grinned but kept his attention on the road, his hands on the wheel.
“Appreciate that,” he answered. “But there’s a truck up ahead that’s got a load full of stuff and driving a bit erratically. Since we’re towing a camper full of supplies, it’s best to give that truck some room.”
Eve set her Kindle aside to look around. Traffic was moderate but at normal speed. Several cars ahead, she spotted an old Chevy pickup stuffed full of who knew what. Remy was right, best to give that vehicle room. Just a head of them was a sedan, to the right an SUV and a minivan to the left.
A road sign up ahead said they were nearing Sweetwater, Colorado, a small town with a few businesses, restaurants and home to a quality campground. Right then, Eve’s tummy growled.
About to ask Remy if they could veer off at the next exit to grab a bite to eat and stretch, Eve jumped when she heard a dangerous crash that seemed to come in all directions around Remy’s Tundra. As if in slow motion, everything in the old Chevy came pouring out onto the road, cars dashed right or left, some slammed on brakes.
Bracing herself, she anticipated a crash, refusing to scream upon impact. At first there was a crunch, a slight swerve of their pickup and the trailer and then three loud pops! Yet through the chaos, Remy remained steady, handling the steering wheel like a pro until they came to a halt unharmed.
“Eve, are you all right?” Remy asked seconds later, already unbuckling his seatbelt to face her.
“Yes. What happened?” she asked, trying to make sense of what could have been much, much worse.
“I swerved to avoid the minivan and ended up driving over a case of nails. As long as you’re okay, I’m going to hop out and check to see if anyone’s injured. Can you call 9-1-1?”
“Yes, of course. Be careful, Remy,” Eve advised, relieved to know neither was injured but worried others may not have fared as well.
“I will, sugar,” Remy promised, glancing over at her and pausing. Wow, he was so handsome, his dark-brown eyes molten as he stared at her.
For a moment he lingered there, staring as if to make sure that she really was okay. Finally, he reached over, squeezed her hand and hopped out, looking ready to play the hero.
Getting herself together, she searched out her cell phone and she called for assistance but even as the operator responded she heard emergency sirens heading toward the scene of a multicar accident. The woman’s voice on the other end of the line was calm, reassuring.
Others must have dialed 9-1-1 bef
ore she did, but considering the number of vehicles scattered about on the lone stretch of highway, it was going to take a while before the situation was cleared.
All the while, she couldn’t believe Remy called her sugar, he’d used an endearment. It was a first, hopefully not the last, and perhaps a hint that their friendship had finally turned into something much more significant.
* * * * *
“Open your mouth, close your eyes and I’ll give you a big surprise,” Remy invited temptingly, holding something behind his back as he stepped in close to Eve.
His model-handsome face was captivating, his invitation a lure to a heart he’d won months ago, when she’d first gone to work for him as his history consultant. Trustingly, she closed her eyes, anticipating a kiss, hoping for so much more.
“This better be good, Remy,” she murmured before opening her mouth wide.
“I love how trusting you are with me, Evelyn,” Remy said.
“It’d be nice if you called me Eve,” she suggested, not for the first time.
“All right,” he agreed, shocking her that he did so easily.
Caught up in the moment, she almost missed the smell of chocolate, graham crackers and roasted marshmallow until a corner of the cracker concoction was inside her mouth. Biting down, the burst of flavors was almost as good as an orgasm.
“Anyone ever tell you that you look beautiful with marshmallow clinging to your lips?” Remy asked as his voice with its subtle New Englander accent took a darkly sexy turn.
Reaching up to grab the s’more, Eve managed to catch his hand instead, holding on while she ate. It was sweet, tasty, his closeness far more tempting than chocolate and marshmallow.
“Umm, so good,” she uttered after the last of the treat disappeared. “Where did you get this?”
“The campground’s general store had a mini s’mores-making station. I thought you might be hungry.”
“That was nice of you, Remy. Thank you.”
“Open your eyes, sugar,” he said, sending her heartbeat into overdrive.
“Remy, are you okay?” she asked, opening her eyes to find herself caught up in his gorgeous dark-brown eyes, which reminded her of the melted chocolate.
He leaned down, challenging her to hold his gaze. Extremely aware of him, she studied his face, which had been cut from the genes of his forefathers, the Wampanoag and Scottish Highlanders. No longer bound, his straight hair hung to the middle of his back.
His mouth was made for sin. His teeth were white and straight with the exception of one lower incisor that was slightly off-kilter. It didn’t make him less sexy. It made him touchable.
Unfortunately, she’d never had the chance to touch him, not like this anyway.
“What did you say?” he asked.
“Are you okay?” she repeated, holding onto his hand for as long as he’d permit it. His skin was warm. His fingers were long, strong, his nails trimmed.
“You look pretty today,” he admitted, further stunning her. She wore faded blue jeans, white sneakers and a green three-quarter-sleeved top. Considering they’d spent two hours dealing with an accident, she was more than a bit rumpled.
“I do?”
“Yes. And I wanted to say I’m sorry,” he said, stepping back and compelling her to let go.
“Sorry for saying I’m pretty? Any woman would be flattered to have Remington Sinclair say that to them.”
“No, I’m sorry for three flat tires forcing us to bunk down at a campground until Monday.”
“It’s not your fault some numskull failed to properly bolt the tailgate on his truck and caused the pileup we were in. Personally, I’m glad no one was injured.”
“You’re always so calm and levelheaded. I appreciate that, but know you wanted to get to Dare as soon as possible. Hazard and Avery are already there. If he chooses the occasion to propose, I don’t want you to miss it.”
The town of Dare was where her best friend Avery Grant had met her boyfriend Trevor Hazard Osbourne, middle linebacker for the Alexandria Griffins. Ever since Avery had returned from vacationing there, Eve couldn’t get enough of hearing about the town.
There was also the matter of believing the reclusive Ransom Hunter lived there. She understood he had a right to privacy and had no wish to change it. But if she was right and had the chance to meet him, she hoped to simply say hello and give him props for his books.
Okay, so she had a weird crush on a man she might not even meet. It wasn’t as if she’d do something crazy or stalk him. Besides, the man she truly wanted was right in front of her. He was real, her feelings were real, not the product of someone else’s imagination and fiction.
“Eve,” Remy said. “You’re spacing out, sugar.”
“I’m sorry, got caught up in my thoughts. Don’t worry. Avery and Hazard are aware that we’re taking our time on this road trip. It’s important for your show.”
“Don’t you think it’d be better if we stayed in a hotel or something?” Uncharacteristically, Remy shoved his hand through his hair, sending black and red strands everywhere. Was he nervous?
“No. I’ve gone camping before. I don’t mind this at all. You brought the camper on the chance you’d need to stay somewhere unexpected overnight. Here we are.”
“But are you sure you’re comfortable staying with me for a weekend…alone? That trailer is small. The proximity we’ll be in at night is going to make things difficult to ignore.”
“Things?”
“Yeah, such as the hard-on currently knocking on the teeth of my zipper,” he said point-blank. Oh man, she really wanted to see the evidence of his arousal. “Keep your eyes on my face, Eve.”
“I’m not offended. I’m flattered. Can’t I take a little peak, please?”
“Not yet. You mean a lot to me, haven’t you figured that out? If I hurt you, I’ll never forgive myself.”
As nice as it’d been to get a s’more from him, a glimpse of hope, Eve suddenly wished he hadn’t given her either. Remy was a good man, she believed that strongly. Yet for some reason, he refused to treat her as a woman, only a friend to keep at arm’s length.
“You’re quiet,” Remy said. “Should I see about finding another place to stay? The auto shop loaned us two spares along with the one I’d had. They’ll be fine to get us to the next town or something.”
“No, Remy, I get it. You don’t want me. Stop worrying. I won’t jump you or force you to look at me as anything more than a friend and colleague.”
Pushing away from the truck, she noticed he still had one arm behind his back. He brought it around, revealing a paper bag filled with what she assumed were food supplies for the weekend.
Placing the bag down on the ground, Remy caught her arm when she’d have walked away to do something. She wasn’t sure what she’d do, but doing something was better than hoping he’d fuck her for hours without end.
“After knowing about my hard-on, do you really think I don’t want you?” he asked, gently guiding her back around to face him. “Believe me, Eve, I’m desperately trying not to pick you up and lock you inside that camper with me.”
“If that’s true why fight it? You’re a single man. I’m a single woman. Why not see where these feelings we have for each other can go?”
“You know why,” he answered, drawing her up to him.
“If it’s my father…” A long finger touched her mouth, silencing her, the edge of his fingernail scraping along her bottom lip to wipe away sticky marshmallow.
“This has nothing to do with him. Eve, I’m bi. As much as I’m honestly attracted to you, I can’t just turn it off. See what I’m saying?”
“I’m not intimidated by that, not in the least.” He frowned at that, the sadness she witnessed in his eyes warning her that she wasn’t the only one he didn’t want to hurt. He was guarding his own feelings.
“Let me put it this way. If we get together, what happens if somewhere down the line I meet a man who turns me on as much as you do? That’s going t
o hurt you and I can’t have that happen. Not to you.”
“Don’t you see? I’ve spent the better part of a year fantasizing about all the wicked things you might do to me if we ever became lovers.”
“So have I, sugar, every day, every night, you’re there, haunting me more than any ghost ever could,” he answered.
Taking a chance she might never have again, Eve reached up with her left hand, caught a handful of his hair and brought his head down to hers, touching her mouth to his.
“I’m not a ghost. I’m real and brave enough to take you on,” she murmured against his lips, certain he’d pull back any second.
“Please don’t regret this,” Remy warned, his arms going around her, holding onto her. His mouth moved, his tongue splitting the seam of her lips, plunging deep, claiming her in a kiss devastatingly male, bold.
He tasted like heaven, with a hint of peppermint stick and lemonade. He smelled faintly of leather, sandalwood and jeans, enticing despite the day spent in the truck and the aftermath of a fluke accident that stranded them at a campground.
Remy was unbelievably strong and tall. He worked out with a regimented set of light weightlifting, kickboxing, Aikido and swimming. His primary objective was to keep fit for the cameras and his role as host for the New England Paranormal Investigators reality TV show.
But none of that mattered right now. All that did was Remy’s kiss and the corresponding need welling up deep within her. Her knees were weak, so much so that she had to grab hold of his shoulders and hang on as tightly as she could. Yet she shouldn’t have worried, Remy lifted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Easing up on their kiss, he murmured, “I’ve got you, sugar. I won’t let you fall.”
Unable to speak, she sighed and kissed him again, tightening her legs so that nothing could separate them. A zing of heat and desire dampened her panties right as his erection brushed the vee of her thighs and a horn blasted behind them.
“Ah…sorry,” a man said, coughing. “Came to see how you two were making out…I mean…if you needed anything.”
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