MenageaDare

by Frances Stockton

  Yet the sensation never happened before, not really. It was new, exciting, hinting of so much more than a reader meeting someone they admired. Yes, she’d had a crush on him, weird as it’d been to admit.

  But the night she and Remy became lovers, she felt as if she’d exorcised that crush from her system. When she read aloud, she read for her and Remy, no longer needing to imagine how it would feel to be his lover. She knew that she was his, and he was hers.

  All the while, she wondered what would happen if or when Remy’s attraction to men came to the fore. He was right about the fact that he couldn’t simply turn off that side of his sexuality. She didn’t mind that he was bi, she truly didn’t.

  Did that mean she’d have to share him with another man, and if she did, would she be heartbroken or part of it? Knowing Remy had a deep sense of honor it was likely that he’d chase away any attraction to someone else simply to protect her feelings.

  That was the kind of man he was, the kind who’d sacrifice his own happiness for hers. Because she loved him, she wasn’t about to let that happen.

  “Eve, if you’re waiting for the mirror to tell you the fairest woman of them all, no doubt it’s you,” Remy said, coming up behind her wearing nothing but a towel.

  How she’d missed him stepping out of the shower was beyond her understanding. Seriously, a naked Remy was better than a covered one. But he filled out a towel better than any man she’d ever known.

  Better yet, he was incredible in bed, especially earlier that morning. Holy smokes, even now she could feel the lingering aftereffects of this morning’s romp.

  “Your compliment is sweet, Remy, thank you,” she said, aware of the delay. She couldn’t help it. She’d gotten wrapped up in ogling her man.

  “It came from the heart,” Remy assured, nestling in close at her back and hugging her around the waist.

  “I love you for it.” Running her hands down her front to rest them atop his, she loved how affectionate he was.

  “Love you too,” he replied, pushing himself up against her back. “You know that, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, I know,” she said. She did, he said the words often, sometimes as he was coming, mostly when he spooned up against her and whispered in her ear.

  His cock made its presence known against her dress-covered ass. Without hesitation, she rubbed herself against his shaft, letting him know he had an open invite to fuck her anytime he wanted.

  “You wearing panties under this pretty dress?” he asked, dropping his damp head down to her shoulder and nuzzling the side of her throat.

  “A girl should always wear her panties, especially when expecting company.”

  Remy clicked his tongue, following it up by nipping her jugular. “Take them off. I want access to your pussy all day.”

  “Ah, ever hear of asking politely?”

  “That was polite. If I had my way, I’d rip them off.”

  “You would not.”

  A firm palm landed on her ass, not hard enough to hurt, but strong enough to let her know that Remy wasn’t messing around. Desire spiked deep in her pussy, despite the morning they’d spent in bed.

  “Dare accepted,” he growled, the masculine command turning her on to the point that her panties became soaked.

  “Remy, be reasonable. We’re meeting up with Avery and Jaxon Wynter. We need to be ready. He’s one of the councilmen. You need his approval, remember?”

  “We will be ready. Time’s up, the panties come off now.” No sooner than he’d said that, Eve found herself squealing when he bent her over the sink and went down on his knees behind her before she could object.

  “Remy. Remy!” she cried out even as he ducked his head beneath the hem of her dress.

  Bracing herself, she shook when his she felt his mouth latch onto her panties, his tongue prodding her pussy and clit through the soaked cloth until she was moaning and groaning. She was on the verge of orgasm when he grabbed the silk with his teeth, tearing the fabric away.

  With his mission accomplished, Remy stood behind her, curled his arms around her waist and brought her back to her full height. He hugged her close, kissing the top of her head. He was so tall, protective, he was wonderful.

  “What was that for?”

  “You look so pretty in this dress. I couldn’t resist knowing you wore nothing underneath.”

  “That’s nice, but you’ve left me hanging here, boss.”

  “Guess I should remedy that, shouldn’t I?” Amazingly, he spun her about and went down on his knees again, this time shoving her dress up into her hands as he bared her mons to his view. “Forgive me?”

  “Yes, yes, anything you want,” she uttered, already anticipating his tongue on her needy sex again…and there he was, lapping at her clit, taking his time.

  Then he did something extraordinary, he nipped her ever so gently, giving her a glimpse of the Dominant he could be in the bedroom. Though they’d used a blindfold and he’d bound her wrists loosely the last night, it’d been playful, experimenting.

  This, this was more, different, edgy yet exciting. She liked it, loved it actually, especially as he shifted attention and drove his tongue into her pussy, thrusting madly, dominantly. The next thing she knew, she came, the ease of tension a tremendous relief though she wanted more dominance.

  Remy eased back and stood up, looking down at her. He’d shaven earlier that morning. He was beautiful. It was no wonder he had a legion of fans from his TV show.

  The camera loved him. His damp hair looked dark as midnight, the red streaks standing out in stark contrast. His dark bedroom eyes searched her face, a smile touched his lips.

  “Before we head down to the lobby, may I return the favor?” Eve offered, very much aware of the fact that his erection was in full gear.

  “Only if you want to,” Remy replied.

  “Can’t let you have blue balls when we’re about to meet a councilman, can we?”

  Reaching out to undo the towel at his waist, she watched the thick white cloth fall to the heated tiled floor. Seeing Remy’s heavy cock and soft nest of dark hair on his groin was a treat for her senses. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him.

  Unbidden, she imagined someone else kneeling beside her, a man, the same who’d longed to be with them the first night in Remy’s camper. But how could that be? They’d talked about it, yes, both admitting to not feeling alone. Feeling it now, here when they were about to meet Jaxon Wynter felt…stronger, as if he were the man waiting for them.

  Crazy, it was crazy to think it. Shaking her head to get him out of her mind, she concentrated on her man.

  “It’s all right, Eve. I feel him too,” he confessed.

  “Dammit,” she uttered just as the room’s telephone began ringing.

  “It’s okay. Answer it. I’ll finish getting ready.” Remy reached down and assisted her to her feet, hugging her close.

  “You didn’t get to have fun,” she objected. “That’s not fair.”

  “I’ll live,” he promised, chuckling some. “We’ll finish this later.”

  Eve knelt to scoop up the towel and offered it to Remy even as the phone continued to ring. Rushing out to the bedroom, she grabbed the phone.

  “Hello?” she greeted breathlessly.

  “Am I speaking with Evelyn Stratham?” a man replied, his voice cultured with a rich resonance that spoke volumes without being loud.

  “Yes,” she answered.

  “Hi, Evelyn, this is Jaxon Wynter. Glad you and Remington reached Dare safely,” he said. “Red and I were worried.”

  “Umm, hi, you caught me, us, at a bad time,” she answered, surprised that a man’s voice could have such a dramatic effect. Her knees trembled. Her heart sped up, her world spinning on an axis she didn’t know how to slow down.

  “I’ll make it up to you, promise,” he replied, the infliction in his voice warm as molasses, sexy as sin. “You all right there, baby girl?”

  “Yes, you mentioned someone named Red?”
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br />   “Red is Avery, that’s what I tend to call her. She’s the reason I’m calling before you come to the lobby.”

  “Is something wrong? If lunch is an imposition, Remy and I can wait.”

  “Actually, I hate waiting. The sooner you and Remington come down to the lobby, the better. But I wanted to give you a heads-up, there’s a surprise party for Avery tonight. All Trevor’s idea,” Jaxon said.

  “Trevor?”

  “You probably know him best as Hazard.”

  “Ok, ah, sorry, I do know that. For some reason, I’m all tongue tied.” Feeling out-of-sorts, Eve smoothed her hand up and down her dress to calm herself.

  “No need to apologize.”

  “Do you know if Hazard is proposing tonight at the party?”

  Hazard had hinted a couple weeks ago that he was going to do something big for Avery when they were on vacation in Dare. She hoped she was right. Hazard was a great guy and Avery really loved him.

  “Yes. I sent her to make reservations at the BBQ place next door. Is that okay?”

  “Sounds great, as long as there’s something for Remy. He prefers vegetarian dishes. Thank you for including us in your lunch plans, by the way,” she continued, wondering why she was so nervous and chatty. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Wynter. There’s so much to learn from you…about the town, I mean.”

  “My name’s Jaxon. I assure you, there’s plenty of time to learn about Dare. Word of warning, don’t be too sweet too soon, baby girl. If you’re not careful, I’ll claim you before the day is done.”

  “I’m not sweet,” she objected.

  “You’re a lover, not a fighter,” Jaxon stated.

  “You know nothing about me from a phone call.”

  “I know a lot about you from your bio online. You’ve been Remington Sinclair’s history consultant for a year, attended Northeastern University and have an interest in genealogy. Avery also told me you are an avid collector of vampire novels. It’s something we share in common.”

  “In common,” she repeated, confused and more than a little awestruck.

  “Yes, I like ghosts too. I can’t wait to meet you face-to-face. I love your accent, by the way. It’s soft yet similar to Taran Maddox’s without the Bostonian infliction.”

  “You know Taran Maddox, how?”

  Finding it peculiar that he’d bring up her fondness for vampires, she didn’t risk asking Jaxon to explain why. How could he know that? It was possible Avery told him, but still, there was something there, a reason he used the knowledge when talking to her.

  “He and Samantha were here early last week.”

  “They were? Wow, do you know why? I mean, I knew he’d proposed to Sam, just not that they’d be traveling. Remy and I left home the day after he popped the question.”

  “They got married here. The wedding was impromptu but romantic. Taran’s a great guy, liked him and Detective Sam very much. Avery and Hazard stood up as their witnesses.”

  “Oh wow, that’s wonderful. They deserve happiness.”

  “Everyone does, Evelyn,” Jaxon said. “So do you and Remington.”

  Remy’s hand came to the handle of the phone, resting gently over hers. “You okay, sugar? You’re shaking.”

  “Evelyn, you don’t have to be afraid. I tend to come on strong when I want something. It’s my nature and if I offended you, please forgive me. Come down soon.”

  “We will,” she said and the call ended with a quiet click. “That was weird.”

  “Was that who I think it was?” Remy asked.

  “Jaxon Wynter, yes,” she said, taking note of the goose bumps that peppered her arms. “Remy, you know how Morgan linked Ransom Hunter to one of Dare’s investors in her readings with you?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “I think that man is Jaxon Wynter.”

  “If you’re right, I suspect he has a good reason to keep his pen name to himself.”

  “You’re absolutely right,” Eve stated, thinking back on their first attempt to travel to Dare. “You know, we never should’ve tried to come here looking for Ransom Hunter back in October. Maybe that’s why we got stuck at an airport in Denver.”

  “You think Jaxon Wynter had a hand in creating a delay on the tarmac?”

  “I don’t know about that. But our reasons were wrong regardless, at least mine were. I was selfish and yet you’re still here with me, Remy. I’m so glad.”

  “I love you, Eve. You’re the sweetest person I know.” Remy’s arms came around her, holding her tight. “Don’t forget that. We’ve no idea if you’re right about Jaxon anyway. Let’s just worry about meeting him for lunch, okay?”

  “Okay. I love you too, Remy,” she said with all her heart, loving the feel of Remy’s arms around her. She felt safe, free. “We have five minutes. I can make the most of those minutes, if you’d like.”

  “There’s nothing I want more, but if your mouth goes anywhere near my cock, I’m going to call down to the lobby and say to hell with lunch.”

  “You can’t do that. Jaxon needs our help keeping Avery distracted.”

  Remy kissed her soundly on the mouth and let her go. “What’s going on with her?”

  “There’s a surprise party for her tonight and Hazard’s proposing.”

  “Got it,” he said. “Should I dress up or go casual for lunch?”

  “Casual, we’re going to a barbeque place.”

  Remy went to the closet, pulled out a pair of worn black jeans, his Crocs and a tee shirt. He didn’t bother with a jacket or his boxer shorts. He got dressed in a hurry, headed to a dresser for socks, slipped them on and stepped into his shoes.

  “Ready?” he asked, holding his hand out. Rushing up to him, she welcomed the rightness of Remy’s fingers wrapping around hers.

  “Yes, let’s go,” she stated.

  Remy didn’t free her right away. He tugged her forward, touched his thumb and forefinger to her chin and kissed her, settling her in a way nothing else could. His taste, delicious with a hint of mint toothpaste, was perfect.

  At last, he stepped back and tugged her toward the door. Eve grabbed her small purse with her cell phone, room key and wallet on the way, slinging the narrow strap over her shoulder.

  A little bit hungry and needing to curb her appetite some, she dug into her purse, found two small York Peppermint Patties, opened them up and popped them into her mouth. Mint and chocolate burst in her mouth, perfect.

  At the door, Remy handed his metallic wallet over to Eve for safekeeping and they headed out to the hallway, pausing for him to lock things up with an actual key. Taking it from him, she put it in her clutch purse with his wallet and they were off.

  As had become his habit, he walked on her right side so he could place his left hand at the small of her waist. It was nice, protective, making her feel as if she fit him perfectly.

  A guest stepped out of his hotel room shortly before they reached the elevators. The man, wearing a pair of swim shorts, swim shoes, a tee shirt and carrying a beach towel, smiled. He was handsome and looked vaguely familiar, although Eve couldn’t say why.

  “Going for a swim?” Eve asked pleasantly.

  “Spending time in the Jacuzzi down in the spa first,” the nondescript thirty-something man answered. “There’s a small indoor pool on the basement level. During the day, kids tend to congregate there, but don’t let that intimidate you.”

  “I like kids,” Remy said.

  “Me too,” the man agreed. “Have you all just arrived?”

  “Yes, first time here,” she answered.

  “You’ll love it. My husband and I come here once a year on our anniversary. If you enjoy spa experiences, I’m told the chocolate massage therapy is to die for.”

  The elevator dinged and the door opened. The three stepped inside and Remy punched the lobby button. At the lobby, they got off, waving bye to the other man.

  It wasn’t until the door closed when Eve realized why the man had looked familiar. S
he was pretty sure he was an actor on a popular sitcom.

  “I’m going to have to check out the spa,” Eve told Remy. “I could use a mani-pedi, and maybe a facial.”

  “Careful, sugar, I might be tempted to try a different facial than you’ve in mind.”

  Remy’s teasing was familiar, inducing a corresponding pang of longing. “Remy! We are clearly not talking about the same thing.”

  “I hear semen’s good for the skin, although yours is perfect.” Remy’s hand left her waist to take hold of hers, his grip assuring without being cloying. Bringing her around to face him, he smiled. “You look pretty. Know that?”

  “You’ve made me feel that way.” Going up on tiptoe, Eve kissed him, lightly teasing the seam of his lips with her tongue.

  “Eve! Remy,” Avery called out in a rush, disrupting their kiss by plowing into the two of them and wrapping them both up in a bear hug that would do the Maddox brothers proud.

  “Whoa, Avery, careful with your knee. I need that part, know what I’m saying?” Remy muttered, laughing when he and Eve drew apart.

  “Sorry, Remy, god I’ve missed you guys,” Avery replied, backing up to assess them as only a mother hen or best friend could. “It’s true isn’t it? You and my best friend are a thing, a couple.”

  “A couple, yes, a thing, no,” Eve pointed out, laughing happily.

  Avery waved her hand in the air expressively. “You guys hungry?”

  “Starving,” Remy answered, sounding distracted all of a sudden. His hand tightened on Eve’s, a warning, an acknowledgment, she couldn’t say, all she knew was that something was about to happen.

  Turning her head, she discovered why her man had become mute. Another man who wasn’t nearly as big as Remy but equally imposing came strolling up to them as if everything he surveyed belonged to him. The cut of his charcoal-gray slacks, pale-gray shirt and dark vest was impeccable, probably expensive.

  At once, Eve was certain the man with the straight, shoulder-length white-blond and dyed black-streaked hair was Jaxon Wynter. To say his hair was beautiful was an understatement—it was gorgeous, different. The added touch of red bleeding down from his widow’s peak made him resemble a vampire.