He had the best of both worlds, hot pussy and hard cock, all at once. Better yet, Jaxon gave it to him in droves, fucking Remy with a relentless force that rocked their bodies, Eve’s, their bed, what could be the whole world.
Then Jaxon knocked his arms out from under him, forcing Remy to collapse back into Eve’s waiting arms. Jax blanketed his back, holding on tight, lowering his head and biting Remy’s left shoulder hard enough to leave an imprint.
At the same time Eve moaned, the grip of her pussy warning him she was coming. She called out with her pleasure, declaring her love for him, for Jaxon and everything she regarded as holy.
For a second Remy feared Jaxon would pull away. Instead, he drove into Remy so hard he felt branded. Cum shot from his balls, filling his condom still locked deep inside Eve’s sweet pussy.
Collapsing down on top of Eve, Remy loved the way she held him. He loved her even more when she peppered kisses over his sweaty brow and eased her hands through his hair.
Jaxon aligned himself along top of both of them, sighing. For a while, they stayed that way until Remy feared he and Jax would cause damage to the woman they now shared.
“We’re going to crush you, Eve,” Remy said.
“Don’t care,” she murmured. “I’m so lucky to have two amazing lovers, amazing and sexy.”
“Give us a couple hours to rest up. We’ll go at it again.”
Remy had enough of crushing her. Pushing up on his arms, he managed to disengage from her and dislodge Jaxon’s softening cock from his slightly sore ass.
“You have to be the bottom next time, Jax. It might take a while for me to recover.”
“Been that long for you, has it, Remy?”
“Yeah, but it was worth the wait,” Remy admitted, shrugging.
Jaxon sat up, removed his condom and tossed it in the trashcan beside the side table. Remy followed suit. Eve stayed where she’d been, occasionally humming under her breath.
Soon as Remy was more comfortable, he collapsed next to Eve. Jax moved to her other side, the two of them blanketing her.
“You’re not upset with me, Jaxon?” Eve asked.
“No, baby girl, why would you think that?”
“I saw your face when I was caught up in orgasm. I have to be honest here. You already know I love Remy. If I’m not already there, I could easily fall for you by the time we’re heading back to New England.”
“I understand, baby girl. Truthfully, I don’t know if this affair will turn into love, but I do know I want to fall asleep with you and Remy and wake up beside you in the morning.”
“What about tomorrow night and the night after that?” Remy asked.
“Definitely night after night, thought you knew that, lovers mine. Soon as you’re ready, I’d love to take you two to my mountain house.”
“Are you going to tie us up in one of your dungeons?” Eve asked.
“Eventually, I’d rather convince you and Remy to stay with me long after the ghost hunts are concluded.”
“Careful what you wish for, Jaxon. We might,” Eve warned, surprising Remy.
She had a life to get back to in Salem. He had his to get back to, but his career was more flexible than hers. He had team of investigators to think of, although they were single and didn’t mind traveling to different points of interest to benefit the show.
“We’ll figure out how to make our relationship work,” Jaxon said. “If travel’s in the cards, that’s fine by me.”
“You’d come to Massachusetts?” Remy questioned.
“Told you I wanted to be there for you when you talk to your parents. If there’s a will, there’s a way. I’d hope you’d come here whenever possible too.”
“I’d love that,” Eve said.
“Agreed,” Remy added.
“What about your mom, Jaxon? You can’t leave her.”
“I adore my Mama and know she’s in good hands with Gerald, as well as her medical team. I can go on vacation and return if an emergency comes up.”
“It must be hard to see her ill,” Eve said gently.
“It is. The hardest is when she refers to me as him,” Jax answered.
“Do you mean your father?”
“I believe so. In her lucid moments, she knows I’m her son. When things are bad for her, she recalls the distant past more so than recent events.”
Eve turned toward Jaxon, touching his face. “I’d love to meet her someday.”
“Then you will, baby girl,” Jaxon stated. “It takes a couple hours to get to Carson City. We could go next week.”
“Okay,” she said.
“I’m in. Hard to believe we left there earlier this morning,” Remy commented. “Hard to believe all of this has happened so fast.”
“Rather than questioning it, tell me about ghost hunting,” Jax invited.
“What do you need to know?”
“Everything you do,” he said.
Conversation turned to ghost hunting, Remy’s comfort zone. Shifting closer to Eve and reaching for Jax’s hand, Remy grinned when the man’s hand settled over his.
After a while, Remy couldn’t ignore the stickiness of leftover whipped cream and strawberry juice. They’d made a mess of each other and the bed.
“Who needs a shower?” he asked, hoping his lovers would want to take one with him.
“I could use one,” Eve admitted.
“Me too,” Jax said. “How about we slip into the bathroom after I call housekeeping for fresh sheets?”
“Housekeeping is going to be mad at us,” she remarked.
“Nah, they’ve seen worse than berry juice and whipped cream,” Jax replied, laughing.
Jax got up, leaving the room. His voice traveled to the bedroom as he spoke to someone in housekeeping, requesting fresh sheets to be brought to the door, along with more towels.
He returned looking more relaxed. Eve had become squirmy. Yep, time to take care of her or she might cut them off.
“Come on, sugar,” Remy invited, taking Eve’s hand and helping her out of bed.
They joined hands with Jax, letting him tug them into the bathroom. A couple minutes later, they filed into the shower, washing each other more out of necessity than sexiness.
“Tomorrow I’m going to buy soap that doesn’t make me smell as if I’ve bathed in a flower shop,” Remy stated, turning off the water.
“I’m with you on that,” Jax said. “The spa has a nice selection of soaps and shampoos and stuff, ditto with the Dare General Store. We’ll need shampoo and conditioner too. I’d love to wash your hair.”
“Do they have anything that doesn’t smell flowery?” Remy asked.
“Sure, there’s almond oil, sandalwood and apple pie, to name a few.”
“Apple-pie-scented shampoo?” Remy questioned, although he was suddenly smelling cinnamon, apples and crust just thinking about it.
“I’d like it,” Eve stated. “I happen to be very good at baking. Maybe I’ll make you and Jaxon a pie while I’m here. That is if he lets me use his kitchen.”
“You can do anything you want in my house, love,” Jax answered.
“It’d be nice of you to bake for us, sugar. As it is now, desert flowers smell way better on you than us.”
Eve giggled and climbed out of the shower first, Jax followed, grabbed a towel from a rack and wrapped it around her before doing the same for Remy. Jax was the last of the three to get a towel.
“If we go to the store tomorrow, maybe you’ll consider letting me buy the right shaving supplies to make you smooth all over?” Jax proposed.
“No,” Remy refused, even though his balls tingled at the prospect of having Jaxon manipulate them again.
“Damn, guess Evelyn and I will have to convince you that it’s in your best interest. As for our woman, do you think we should hot wax her or shave?”
“Wait a minute. You know how to hot wax a woman’s mons?”
“I know how to hot wax a man’s balls too, Evelyn.”
�
�No, that is a definite no,” Remy said, letting Jax go. Jax in turn freed him. “Shaving, maybe, I’ll think about it.”
“Sounds fair,” Jax said.
“Maybe I’ll get myself waxed tomorrow when I meet Taylor and Avery in the spa.”
Jaxon turned on his bare feet, crossed the room and stared her in the eye. He didn’t hurt her or touch her. He just stood there challenging her not to move.
“Listen carefully,” he warned. “I’m willing to be patient with you regarding your training but I won’t share your pussy with anyone other than Remington.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“It’s simple. If you want a bikini wax, I’ll do it for you or teach Remington how to.”
“Okay,” Eve agreed.
“That’s my girl,” Jaxon praised, softening his dark voice. “Look at me.”
She obeyed, raising her eyes to Jaxon. What surprised Remy most was the smile Jaxon gave her. It was genuine, meant to assure her that all was fine.
Eve didn’t move until Jax took hold of her face, leaned down and kissed her. Jax was gentle, causing her to sigh, his arms slowly skimming down her body to hold her around the middle.
“I’m proud of you, Evelyn,” he soothed when he drew back, kissing her face.
“You are?” she replied, looking up at Jax in awe. Remy thought she was beautiful wrapped up in Jax’s arms, both of his lovers were.
“Yes. Your mind’s swirling with a submissive’s curiosity. Yes?”
“I’m wondering what’s next for us, Master Jax.”
“Right now we’ll change the sheets, get comfortable and hold each other. We all need to rest for a while.”
“I’d like that,” she agreed.
Jax jerked the towel off her, tossed it to Remy and picked Eve up, carrying her out of the bathroom. Remy hung three discarded towels on a rack and followed.
Eve stood by the bed. Jaxon disappeared, returning with an armful of sheets. It took the three of them working as a team to strip the bed of the ruined ones and make it up again with lemon-scented sheets.
Soon as the bed was made up, Remy and Jax helped Eve climb in, stacked two pillows behind her head and tucked the sheet up around her shoulders. Taking their places at her sides, they snuggled under the duvet.
Remy settled his head against her breast. Jaxon’s hand came up, combing his hair the way he’d done with Eve. Relaxing, he closed his eyes, falling asleep.
Eve woke up hours later, wedged between the two sexiest men in America—no, the Universe.
Turning her head to Remy’s side of the bed, she found he’d shifted over to a pillow. He lay there peacefully, facing her, his eyes closed, some of his hair falling across his mouth. His big arm was banded around her middle.
He made her feel safe. He was her axis, her reason for existing.
The heavy weight of Jaxon’s body pressed against her other shoulder. She shifted to look at him. A smile came to her immediately. Her Norse vampire was the single most beautiful being she’d ever seen.
In repose, he looked light years younger. He was at peace, the haunting loss of his wife and husband far away for the time being.
Knowing he’d been through hell and survived, she wanted to ease his pain in any way she could. Maybe if she helped him trace his biological father’s surname, he’d find a measure of peace.
And now here she was spinning in thought. Lights were on in the bedroom. The bed was snuggly warm. She didn’t want to get up, but sometimes a woman had to pee and the more she thought about it the more she had to go.
Carefully unhooking Remy’s arm from her middle and easing away from Jaxon, she managed to roll down the covers and escape the bed by crawling slowly to the bottom. She ran to the bathroom.
Afterward, she went to the sink to wash her hands. Her toothbrush beckoned. She grabbed it, brushing her teeth for what seemed to be five minutes.
Minty freshness was a wonderful thing, but by the time she returned to the bedroom she was wide awake. Reaching back, she turned off the bathroom lights and tiptoed toward the door to the sitting room and kitchenette area.
Shoot, she should have taken care of the food cart. Turning back, she caught sight of her men sleeping together. They’d gravitated toward each other, Jaxon’s head resting on Remy’s big chest, right over his yin and yang tattoo.
Love for them grew two-fold. They belonged together. She very much wanted to be part of them, but if something happened to their triad, she’d want them to stay a couple.
Deciding the food cart could wait as she didn’t want to disturb the men, she turned out the bedroom lights by flipping the switch and closed the bedroom door. The sitting room was lovely, decorated with sand-colored furniture, a sofa, big lounge chair and a chaise.
The plush wall-to-wall carpeting was perfect for bare feet. The flat-screen TV was big but not overwhelmingly so.
Going over to the array of electronic equipment Remy had stored in a far corner of the room, she found her laptop, taking it with her to the chaise. Once there, she took the computer out of its case, fired it up and saw she still had plenty of battery life.
Sitting back, she was amazed at how cozy the chaise was. She could prop her feet up, stretch out and relax, that is if she weren’t naked. Looking about, she spotted a decorative throw resided over the back of the sofa, maneuvering herself around to reach for it and drag it to the chaise, wrapping it around her toga-style.
Feeling better, she placed the computer on her lap, set up the free Wi-Fi at the hotel and entered the passcode for the primary database she used to trace name origins.
A couple clicks later, she was lost in the history of Norse surnames, discovering the meaning of Thorolf and when it came into use, as originally only royalty and nobles were identified by a surname.
From there, she typed in the name Thorolf, bringing up a small number that seemed to fit her search criteria and traced a group of Norwegian immigrants, namely Magnor Thorolf, his wife, Brita, and their four young sons, Ragnor, Ymir, Leif and Oskar, who’d come to America through New York in 1801.
For a couple minutes, Eve honed her focus in on the immigrant ship that’d landed in New York. It’d carried a fair number of Norwegians and it seemed as if many had been Quakers, the Thorolf family included, and they group eventually migrated to Minnesota.
In 1829, Oskar Thorolf traveled to Washoe, later to become the Nevada Territory. It was there that her trail cooled off, as there was no information regarding his return to Minnesota. What she really needed was a Thorolf family bible or a Washoe registry of marriages, births and deaths.
Taking a shot, she left a note on a message board that featured the history and exploration of Nevada, hoping to find out if Oskar could have been an explorer. From there, she could trace where he’d settled and whether he’d married and had children.
Hitting send, Eve didn’t realize she was being watched until a shadow fell across her keyboard. Pausing, she turned her head. Jaxon stood there wearing a men’s bathrobe. There’d been a few in the bathroom closet.
“Hey,” she said, smiling. “What are you doing up?”
“Missed you,” he answered.
“You knew I was gone?”
“Yes,” he replied, raising his eyes off her computer screen. “Got room for me on the chaise?”
Eve scooted over, patting the seat. “Join me, please. Should I have asked to leave the room?”
“No, told you, I missed you.”
“That’s nice.” She smiled knowing that.
“What are you doing?” he asked, settling in next to her.
“I was having trouble going back to sleep so I decided to work on tracing your lineage. Would you care to see what I’ve found?”
“Please,” he agreed.
Eve shared with him what she’d learned, warning him that there was no way to confirm yet that he was a descendant of Oskar Thorolf. Given that Oskar was the only one of the four brothers to come to Nevada, it was a good chance she wa
s on the right track.
“Jaxon, has your mother ever said your father’s first name?”
“She was very protective of him when I was a kid,” Jaxon answered. “I had the impression that their affair was forbidden, as they were both very young. After they were separated, he may have become a clergyman of some sort.”
“Why do you say that?”
“It was more of a feeling than anything she did. She’d gotten pregnant with me at fifteen, was kicked out of her home and went to live in Carson City. I was born there.”
Ignoring her computer in favor of reaching down and taking Jaxon’s hand, she offered support. It was nice talking to Jaxon without the sexual heat that consumed them earlier.
“Tell me more about your mom, Jaxon. She must have been incredibly brave.”
“She was but was sadly raped when I was five. Some fucker with a heavy hand slapped her around. She tossed his money in his face and tried to leave but didn’t make it.”
“Oh no, you must have been scared for her.”
“All I knew was my Mama’s face was bruised and her mouth was bleeding. She cried a lot. I offered to be her Superman. It was my favorite comic book series. She’d read it to me.”
Eve felt tears fill her eyes. She tried to blink them away but couldn’t. “You’re a hero in my eyes, Jaxon Wynter.”
“Thank you, love,” he said, turning his hand over to link their fingers together. “Can I set your laptop aside?”
“Please do.”
Jaxon took the computer in hand, setting it gently on the floor near the chaise. Settling back against the cushion, he tucked his left arm behind the small of her back, allowing her to continue holding his right hand.
“I don’t know if I’m a hero. Most of the time I’m difficult, prideful and pushy, especially if I want something.”
“That doesn’t make you a bad person. You’ve been incredibly kind since Remy and I met you.”
“Have I?” Jaxon turned slightly toward her. “I’ve gotten exactly what I want from you two.”
“Sex.”
He nodded. “Yes and once isn’t nearly enough.”
MenageaDare Page 23
