“Helluva mouth you’ve got there, Eve,” he grumbled, one hand grasping her breast to tease and stroke her nipple.
Using her body weight, slight though it was compared to him, she pushed Remy backward onto the pillow, resuming her path down his incredibly fit body. She loved his ripped, defined muscles and six-pack abs.
With more leverage to kiss him where she wanted, she concentrated on his yin and yang ink. Kissing it with reverence, she followed the circle, traced the dots, first the white side then the black. She was so turned-on by the taste of his skin, she growled hungrily.
Remy let go of her nape, catching her hair in his fists, tugging. “Turn yourself around and sixty-nine with me,” he suggested.
Readily, she turned herself about, facing his feet. Remy helped her straddle his chest, his hands coming to rest on her hips, bringing her backward as she folded herself on top of him.
His cock was thick and heavy where it lay against his abdomen and throbbed when she wrapped her hand around his girth to play. Amazed by the size, she studied him, trying to decipher how best to please him.
As his foreskin was already rolled down to the rim of his glans, she thumbed the soft, paper-thin sheath. Remy’s hips bucked.
“Eve, lick me, kiss me, anything, please,” he urged, even as warm breath wafted along her slit, a precursor to the wet, delicate slide of his tongue through her feminine folds.
“Omigod,” she uttered, leaning down and pressing her mouth to his crown.
Emboldened by the gentle ravishment of her pussy by Remy’s fabulous tongue, she kissed and licked his crown then took him into her mouth, his tongue spearing her pussy as she swallowed more of his cock. He jolted, his hips surging upward.
But concentrating on what pleased him wasn’t easy considering the time and attention he paid to her needy clit. It felt great, amazing, driving her hips to rock with every delicious lick.
At the same time, she sucked him deeper, letting her hair fall across her face and over his groin. Alternately pumping him with her hand, she hoped she was giving him the best head of his life, so far.
She really had no idea why Remy suddenly jerked the two of them apart. One second she was relishing in the power she’d gained by sucking him off, the next she was facing the headboard, straddling his waist.
“Get a condom,” he growled.
Recalling where he’d stored the package of ultra-sheer Trojans, she groped for the box, tore it open and poured it out. They went everywhere.
“Sorry,” she chuckled. “Never been this aroused before.”
“It’s okay. Hurry!” he ordered, thrusting up at her, his cock wedged between her thighs, so close to entering her pussy, all he had to do was shift and she could lift, and he’d slam home.
Grabbing a strip of three, she tore one off with her teeth, ripped it open and finally withdrew the lubricated, silken sheath.
“Going to need some help, Remy,” she warned, stilling when a strange frisson of awareness tingled up and down her spine. Pausing to look around, she thought for sure someone would be behind her, watching them.
“What’s the matter, Eve? You’re on something, right?” he asked, even as he gripped his cock to hold it steady while she rolled the condom into place. “For the record, I’ve been tested, most recently during my last physical.”
“Same here, I’m always careful,” she assured. “I’ve an IUD, just in case condoms break.”
Was someone watching them? She spent most of her time with a ghost hunter. She’d seen scary when she toured old houses and cemeteries for his show. This feeling was one she couldn’t quite place, but she wasn’t scared.
Maybe it was her imagination. A couple hours ago, she’d been reading a particularly erotic chapter in a Ransom Hunter book that’d featured voyeurism. The scene evolved into more, as the vampire drew the watcher out of hiding and into bed with his female partner.
Remy’s hand touched her mouth, his thumb smoothing over her lips. “You sure you’re okay, lover? If you want to slow down, we will.”
“No, it’s fine. Please don’t stop, Remy.”
“That’s my girl,” he praised. “How’d I got so lucky to have you wait for me so long?”
“Sometimes love has its own timetable. What’s important now is that we’re together and working to make it stronger, right?”
Tensing when the L-word came out of her mouth, she thought for sure Remy was going to buck her off him for good. Neither one of them had said anything about love, sex, yes, fucking, apparently that was the score. Love changed everything.
Remy sat up, his arms coming around her, securing her in place. His mouth touched hers, softly, reverently, his patience touching her heart.
“That’s right, sugar. We’re together now. Don’t be afraid of where we go from here. Lift up some,” he whispered, his hands guiding her to do so.
Concerned that she might lose her balance, she caught his shoulders. Remy gripped her waist, lowering her, his cock entering, filling her more completely than she’d ever been before.
Resuming their kiss, Remy coaxed her into a slow, gentle rhythm, letting her feel his thickness before hoisting his hips upward, thrusting. Faster, harder, they rocked, the camper shaking but remaining secure in its spot.
Eve scraped her nails down his shoulders, freeing one so that she could tuck her hand between their thighs. Remy’s hand joined hers, their fingers honing in on her clit, pushing her closer to climax.
On another deep thrust Remy sent her over the edge, release roaring through her, sending her keening and crying and calling out his name. Breathless, she slumped forward, holding onto him for strength.
“Remy! I need more,” she confessed, even as pleasure-filled tremors pulsed within her pussy and labia. Her clit tingled.
“Shift to your side, facing me,” he said, guiding her up and off him.
Following his suggestion, she stretched out, facing him. He was the sexiest man she’d ever known, might ever know. But if they were destined for someone else to join them in their lover’s journey, did that mean her love for Remy would change?
Remy pushed up on his elbow again, looking down at her. He grinned, reminding her of the Cheshire cat. Trouble was behind that smile.
“What are you looking at?” she asked.
“Not what, who,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Still not sure how someone like me won the right to fuck you, but now that we’ve started, expect a helluva a lot more.”
“I sure hope so. You haven’t come yet. How you managed to hold back makes me want to jump your bones until we wake up the whole campground.”
“Usually, I’m a master of self-control, condoms help too. But when you sucked my cock, I nearly lost it.”
“You’re an incredible lover, Remy. Know that?”
“Slide in nice and close, drape your leg over my thigh,” he murmured. “I need to have you again.”
“Need?” Shifting closer, she rested her head on the pillow, letting Remy guide her into position on their sides.
“Yes, I need you, Eve, your sex, your cum, your moans. Give them to me. We’ll take it slow and steady.”
“Maybe I’d prefer scratches and bruises as you’d suggested before.”
“We’ll get there. This is only the beginning.”
Remy stroked his erection. Eve shifted, parting her thighs and he settled in closer, finally driving into her. Sideways as they were, they couldn’t thrust too fast, but, oh, he thrust exactly as she needed. Curiously, he kept his hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock.
“Can I do that for you?” she offered, wanting very much to feel him in her grasp.
“Sure,” he agreed, letting go and catching her hand to show her where and how to grip. “Hold on tight as a cock ring. When I’m ready to come, I’ll tell you to let go.”
It felt amazing to know his ability to come or not was within her control. If she wanted to, she could press him, free him. She didn’t want to. N
ot when he began thrusting in time with her, burying his cock into her as far as he could.
Sweat dotted his forehead and a light sheen covered their bodies. Despite the open windows and the spring chill outside their little camper, their body heat was enough to ward off the cold.
Remy curled his body into her, sending her to her back, breaking their connection and her grip on his shaft to climb into place on top of her. Splitting her legs, she let him settle into the cradle of her thighs. His cock found its home, sliding into her.
Sneaking her hand between their bodies, she was about to reclaim her hold of his cock. He shook his head, kissed her and began thrusting, harder, faster.
“Wrap your legs around my hips. Let’s come together,” he breathed out, gritting his teeth as she obeyed and increased his thrusting.
Eve pushed her hips back at him, arching, seeking the release that kept her hovering on a precipice. Remy tucked his hand between them and sought her clitoris, tapping it, rubbing.
“Remy!” she cried out, orgasm crashing through her in ecstatic waves, stealing her breath, her ability to think, especially as climax seemed to be Remy’s undoing.
He went wild, thrusting, his head lowering to her neck. Biting down on her throat, he left a mark, his cock powering into her with the driving force to push her back to the edge of pleasure until she soared.
Letting go of her throat, he reared back, tossing his head, reminding her of a wild bronco. He shouted something sexy and guttural, slowing his thrusts, his cock pulsing deep inside her pussy. Finally he stilled, collapsing on top of her.
“When I can move again, remind me to say thank you,” he uttered into the curve of her throat, whispering a kiss there.
“As far as I’m concerned, you can stay right here forever,” she said, wrapping him up in her arms to hold him steady.
Gradually, Remy’s erection softened and he slid out of her. Taking a second to remove his spent condom and deposit it in a small receptacle in the wall of drawers and television, he finished cleaning himself up with some tissues from her travel pack and did the same for her before tossing the wet wipes into the trash bin.
Crawling back up the bed, he reclined, gathering her into his arms and bringing her head to rest upon his chest, her face close to his yin and yang tattoo. Whispering a kiss upon the ink, she wondered what would happen to the two of them when they reached Dare.
Would there be enough paranormal activity for Remy to use in his show? Would it help him expand into broader markets? Would she lose him if he became an even bigger celebrity?
And somewhere in there, she couldn’t help wonder if they’d meet Ransom Hunter, if they’d even know it if they stumbled over him. Was he one of the town’s investors, the men Avery told them about, the ones they had to convince to allow Remy to investigate?
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice quiet, relaxed, while his hand stole up her back and nestled in the length of her hair.
“Us, Ransom Hunter, Dare, paranormal activity,” she answered, wanting to be completely honest with him.
“That’s a lot to think about. Sugar, is there a chance I’m going to lose you to this author you admire so much?”
Pushing up off his chest, she looked him square in the eye, loving his handsome face and his black and red hair. He was an incredible man, gifted, admitted his faults and still very much missed his little brother.
It was evident in the tattoo on his shoulder, the same ghost he used as his logo. It was friendly, youthful and not a bit frightening, yet there was a hint of sadness because Blair had died so tragically.
“Remy, I’ve been yours for a very long time,” she answered, offering her heart the only way she could. “That’s not going to change, no matter what happens when we reach Dare.”
“Thank you,” he said. “Now that you’re mine, Eve, I’m not planning on letting go anytime soon.”
“Then hold on tight, rest up and make love to me again.”
“I will as soon as I’m able,” he promised, drawing her head back to his chest.
Chapter Four
Remy held onto Eve, for a moment, fearful he’d wake up from a dream only to discover himself alone in his bed. But his worries were chased away when she curled her body into his, tossed her leg across his thighs and sighed.
Ever since his fiascos with Beth, and later with Kurt and Sharon, he’d guarded his heart. He’d dated, at times he’d had multiple sex partners, but he hadn’t wanted to repeat his mistakes with anyone he truly cared about.
Foolish as he’d been with Eve, he was actually glad they’d talked and she knew about his past. There was more to tell her, little things, big ones. The important thing was opening up a line of communication so that if he did something wrong, they could nip it in the bud.
He honestly didn’t know if he could curb his bisexuality. He’d meant it. He couldn’t turn it off, and bottoming for a man while Remy fucked a woman was a private kink. There weren’t many women willing to share their men that way.
Even though Eve expressed her willingness to explore sex fantasies, actually engaging in ménages or exploring some of his kinks could be scary. And now that he had the most beautiful woman alive locked in his arms, he couldn’t imagine letting her go.
“Eve,” he said, stroking his hand through her long hair. It was incredibly soft and pretty.
“Hmm?”
“Thank you, for everything,” he whispered.
“You’re welcome. Thank you for being an amazing lover.”
“It takes two,” he remarked, though he wondered if there’d be a third to complete them.
Sitting up some, he reached down to the foot of the bed and unfolded the sleeping bag he’d stowed there, laying it over Eve to keep her warm when he was outside.
“What are you doing?” she murmured.
“I’m going to get get our phones, your Kindle and my iPad from the truck so they charge up for tomorrow. Are you thirsty or anything?”
Sighing under the sleeping bag, she sat up. “I’d love to try one of those lemon-peppermint stick things you’d mentioned.”
“You got it.” Rustling around for his jeans, he pulled them on, found his Crocs and his jacket and climbed out of the camper.
It didn’t take long to turn on the lantern and retrieve the electronics. He also grabbed Eve’s reading glasses on the chance she’d need them tomorrow. Taking everything to the kitchen area, he dug two lemons out of an ice chest then used a small knife to make holes in each.
Once the holes were done, he put a peppermint stick into them, creating a makeshift straw. It was an old carnival treat he’d had when he was a kid. He’d first discovered the treat when he and his family had gone on a camping trip along the Appalachian Trial.
But as he worked, he felt a peculiar sensation nearby, watching him. Looking about then up at the sky, he saw nothing but a blanket of stars. In that a moment, his mind went back to when Eve was about to sheath him with a condom and was distracted by the sense that someone else had known they’d become lovers.
He’d no idea who could be there. It could be paranormal in origin. He could easily fish out his spirit box or digital recorder and do an EVP session. But this, this didn’t feel supernatural. It was as if the man watching longed to be part of their twosome.
Great, he and Eve had only gotten together and already he was imagining wicked scenerios with them and another man. A couple minutes ago he’d been thinking about his kinks. Maybe that was why he let his imagination get the best of him.
Thinking he should talk to Eve to see if she’d felt the same presence around them, he found a breakfast tray in one of the storage compartments. Quickly, he placed the lemons on it along with the electronics and returned to the camper.
It was chilly outside, but he became more aware of it as he opened the door and climbed inside. Closing the door then setting the tray safely out of the way, he looked over at Eve cocooned under the big sleeping bag while removing his clothes and
shoes.
She looked edible.
“You look pretty,” he said, staring at her face and mussed-up hair. His heartbeat sped up simply from looking at her, being near her.
“Thank you,” she replied, pushing up on her elbow to take one of the lemons he handed over.
Quickly pulling out a utility drawer, he plugged in the gadgets and set Eve’s reading glasses in a small bin. Taking his own lemon treat, he joined her, shivering a little bit as he lifted up the sleeping bag.
“You really think I’m pretty?” she asked.
“Yes, you also look as if you’ve had sex and could use some more.”
“I had sex with the most amazing man and I’m hoping for another round. Come closer, you’ve got to be cold,” she urged, sitting up to lean back against the wall and patting the mattress, the sleeping bag falling down to expose her pert breasts.
Remy crawled in closer, grateful for her body heat and the way she covered his legs with the sleeping bag. “Most amazing man, you say? I like the sound of that.”
Earlier, she’d shown vulnerability when revealing her breasts and pussy to him. He didn’t understand why. He thought she was the sexiest woman alive.
“You were outside for a while, everything okay?”
“Everything’s great,” he assured, propping himself against the wall beside her, their shoulders brushing together as he took a sip from the peppermint stick when she sipped her own. “What do you think?”
“It’s yummy and reminds me of summer. Thank you for this. I’ll have to brush my teeth again before we fall asleep, but I’ll have to run up to the bathhouse too.”
“That’s okay. We’ll go when you’re ready.”
Eve sucked on her peppermint stick. Every time she drew on the stick, tightness in his groin followed, his cock thickened, lengthening.
Shifting to face her more directly, he studied her, finding that he liked the way her hair fell all around her face and shoulders. She tended to wear it all twisted up in a bun when she was working.
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