“Jaxon, we came into this relationship with you willingly.”
“I’m glad. Sex should never be forced. It’s because of Mama that I’ll never begrudge those who sell sex to make a living, but if they want out, I give them an out.”
“What do you mean?”
“With the sale of my clubs in Vegas and Reno, I set up a scholarship fund for helping prostitutes and strippers get the help and protection they need and get an education.”
“That’s pretty heroic. Is that why you owned exotic dance clubs in the first place?”
“Pretty much and if my books ever get turned into movies, I’ll add a portion of whatever I make to the fund.”
“That’s exciting.”
“It’d be better if I could write the adapted screenplays.”
“You can. You’re a brilliant writer.”
“I’ve tried. Everything ends up in the trash.”
“Because you miss Gemma and Niko?” she asked, trying not to overstep.
“Honestly, yes, they died while I was living my life as Ransom Hunter, thus he died with them.”
“Have you given a thought to letting Jaxon Wynter write the screenplays? If you let yourself be you, maybe you’ll break through the writer’s block.”
He was about to shake his head in denial. Instead, he paused, his eyes laser-focused on her face.
“You believe in me that much, Evelyn?”
“Absolutely, you knew that already.”
“Why, if I may ask, when there are tons of erotica and erotic romance hitting the shelves and eBook market right now?”
“Because they’re wonderfully written and I enjoy sex, although I’ve never enjoyed sex as much as I do with you and Remy. With you two, I feel free to explore my sexuality and don’t feel as if I’m weak for being submissive.”
“You should never feel weaker, love. In my experience, submissives are incredibly strong and brave.”
“For the longest time, I felt as if most people who knew me saw only my last name. Few seemed to realize I hate boardrooms and stock markets and business deals. When reading your books, I didn’t have to worry about that. It was just me, Eve, reading Ransom Hunter novels.”
“Did you become a historian and genealogist to avoid the boardroom too?”
“No, I honestly enjoy both.”
“How’d you get involved with ghost hunting?”
“My mom,” she said. “I believe she had a hand in directing me to Remy’s ad for a history consultant.”
“Amazing. May I ask her name?”
“Of course, Victoria,” Eve answered, touched that he cared enough to ask.
“That’s pretty.”
“She was beautiful, intelligent, the very best mom a girl could have.”
“You miss her.”
“Very much.”
“Is there anything I can do to help? Remy said there’s a walk-a-thon for breast cancer research in your mother’s name.”
“Just listen if I get sad, especially on my birthday or hers. If you’d like to join the walk, that’d be great too.”
“Your birthday’s in June. We’ll have a big party for you.”
“If I know my dad, he’ll have one arranged at some Boston landmark.”
“You don’t like Boston?”
“I love Boston. I’m a Sox, Patriots, Bruins and Celtics fan.”
“Then what’s the problem with having a party in Boston?”
“You’ll be here,” she answered.
Jaxon propped himself up some. Letting go of her hand, he turned in to her, placing two fingers under her chin.
“Evelyn, may I make love to you?”
“Should we go wake Remy?”
“No, he was snoring when I came out here and needs his beauty rest.”
“He is beautiful, isn’t he?”
“You’re evading my question.”
“Which one are we talking about? Making love or Boston?”
“Both, Boston first,” he said.
“Jaxon, I don’t want to push you away.”
His fingers shifted, caressing up along her jaw, gentle, persuasive. “I’m not going anywhere, love. To make this work between us, we’ll have to visit, travel, whatever it takes.”
“That’s true and I’d love to have you visit,” she said, maybe a little too quickly. She didn’t have an objection. She knew her father would. It’d be difficult for any father to know his daughter was in a relationship two men.
“It’s your father you’re concerned about,” Jaxon replied.
“Yes, he’s very traditional. It’ll take some work to explain things.”
“He’ll come around, Evelyn.”
“You don’t know my dad.”
“Not personally, but I’ve gotten information from Remy. Your father’s a powerful business man who’s going through a tough time after what happened with his business partner.”
“Remy told you about Spencer Bailey.”
“What worried me was your safety.”
“I was never in any danger.”
“Your father is going to worry about you regardless. Bailey got into your family circle and interacted with you, right?”
“I knew his wife and sat with her at board meetings. She hated the things as much as I did. It’s so sad to me that she was as much a victim of Spencer Bailey as her daughter.”
“He really killed his own stepdaughter?”
“Yes, and it’s all very sad.”
“After all that, my guess is your father likes Remy enough to entrust you with him or he’d have hired armed guards to accompany you out here. Try not to worry. I’ll gain his trust too.”
“It could take a while.”
“In case you missed it, Evelyn, I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers continued their soothing caress.
“You might if I say the wrong thing.”
“You can’t do that, Eve.” It was rare for him to use Eve with her. She liked when he did. It made her feel closer to him. “As long we remain honest with each other, we can work through anything that comes up. Now can I make love to you?”
“Can I ask something before I say yes?”
“Of course,” he granted.
“Are you asking because you’re horny and Remy’s asleep?”
“I’m here because you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”
Eve smiled, relief rushing through her. “You really want me for me?”
“Yes, baby girl, let me make love to you. If you really want to go into the bedroom, we will. If he wakes up, he can join us the next time around.”
“Let him sleep,” she decided. “He deserves it.”
Jaxon smiled, really smiled. Her decision pleased him. Happy beyond her understanding, she returned a grin and promptly had it swallowed up by his mouth.
Jaxon Wynter’s kiss was devastatingly male, sensual in its extreme. He didn’t rush it. He built it up, coaxing her lips apart and slipping his tongue into her mouth, touching hers.
She sighed, loving the way they shared a moment that was uniquely theirs. They’d talked, bonding as friends. Now they were bonding as lovers as they lay together on the chaise.
In time, Jaxon unwound the blanket she’d tucked around herself, tossing it aside.
Eve broke off for a second. “We need a condom.”
“Covered,” Jaxon assured, reaching into the pocket of his bathrobe and extracting a condom.
“How did you know I’d say yes?”
“I didn’t. I’m an erotica author. I always come prepared.”
Eve giggled, the sound catching in her throat when he stood up, removed the robe and presented himself to her fully naked. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen him, but it was the first time she’d seen his erection meant specifically for her.
Jaxon rolled the condom on and reached out, waiting for her to place her hand in his. As he pulled her to her feet, it dawned on her that he’d referred to himself as an author.
She’d done that
. She’d helped him to not hate that part of who he was. Tomorrow, he might not feel that way. Tonight, she was going to be thankful for the incredible man he was. He may not be a comic book hero, but he had all the traits of one.
Drawing her into his arms, Jaxon lowered his head, kissing her anew. Feeling heady and wonderfully warm, she cherished being held in his arms. She loved it even more when he lowered her to the plush carpeted floor.
Their kiss continued, melding into so much more. There wasn’t a rush or any sense of hurry, there was only the need for two to become one. They caressed each other, kissed, their mouths wandering, pleasuring and exploring.
At last he fit his cock head to her slit, penetrating her on a slow, deep glide until he filled her completely. They stayed that way, neither wanting to break their connection. Gradually, he moved, making love to her in the most basic way, face to face, man to woman.
Ultimately, the tempo increased, Eve coming first, hanging onto him when his gentleness gave way to urgent thrusting. His arms around her were heavenly, protective.
“Thank you, love, thank you,” he murmured against her throat, biting down on the spot he’d marked, thrusting through his climax.
Did he know he’d said love again? He’d done it often during the night. She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t about to break the peace that came over them to ask.
A pair of big feet came into view, right next to where they lay on the floor. For a moment, she wondered if they were in trouble. Those big feet could only belong to Remy.
“You two are beautiful together,” he said, rather than shouting or accusing them of wrongdoing.
Jaxon did a pushup, levering himself up and off her. Eve was sad but only for a moment. Remy knelt down, sweeping her up and into his arms.
“You’re not mad, Remy?”
“No, sugar, if you two didn’t make love, I would have made it happen.”
“Is that why you were snoring?” Jaxon asked teasingly.
“I woke up to a bunch of grunting and groaning. Couldn’t resist watching,” Remy answered, shrugging. “Come on, Eve, to bed with you. When Jax’s cock is ready again we’ll fuck him.”
“Okay,” she agreed, snuggling up to his big chest.
Remy carried her to the bedroom, lowering her to the bed. A second later, he was right there beside her where he belonged. Jaxon climbed in along her other side, bringing the duvet up and over them.
Eve wanted to stay awake. She really did, but exhaustion set in, causing her to close her eyes for a minute.
She’d take a quick cat nap. She’d be fine. She never realized they’d all fallen asleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Jax woke to the sound of running water. It took him all of a second to recall where he was. Reaching out blindly, he met up with one very big, strong arm.
Letting his fingers do the talking, he strummed Remy’s skin, hoping to wake him up. “Hey, big guy, think someone’s supposed to fuck me,” he murmured.
“Umm, give me a sec,” Remy answered, groaning a little.
Jax shifted, wincing as if he’d been bowled over by a steam roller. Holy fuck, only one thing could cause a man to be sore all over, including his well-used cock. Sex did that, a lot of sex with multiple partners.
Not too many partners, two was fine. Two was all anyone needed. A man and a woman, Remington and Evelyn were all Jax needed.
“You might want to sound a little more enthusiastic, Remington, if you expect not to get cut off.”
“Sorry, not a morning person,” Remy murmured.
“Neither am I. Best way to overcome it is by fucking, don’t you think?”
A big masculine body rolled toward him, it wasn’t until then when he realized he hadn’t opened his eyes yet. Slowly parting his eyelids, he immediately saw the big shadowy figure of the man he was falling in love with.
It was there in his mind before he could retract it. He may not have said the words, but gazing at Remy in the wake of the night they’d shared, he couldn’t deny how much his man meant to him. And where Remington was, their woman was sure to be.
Wait a second, that’s what was wrong, Evelyn wasn’t in the middle of them. Wide awake now, Jax sat up. She wasn’t in bed at all.
“Where the hell is Evelyn?”
Remy cracked open his eyes, looking around. “Think she’s in the bathroom.”
Jax didn’t like it but he couldn’t do much about it. Evelyn deserved a time out.
“What’s really going on in that pretty head of yours, Jax?”
“Pretty?”
“Spill,” Remy insisted, propping himself up with his elbow, his chin on his hand. His black and red hair fell in a dark curtain all over the place.
Jax reached out and scooped a fistful out of his way, just to see Remy’s face. Handsome, brave, strong, intelligent—those were the traits that came to Jax’s mind when he looked at Remy.
“When Evelyn’s not between us, I feel empty. I miss her.”
“I know what you mean.”
Jax turned his eyes to Remy. “You sure there’s no danger to her in Massachusetts?”
“None that I know of,” Remy answered.
“I’ve been wondering,” Jax said, feeling relieved Evelyn was safe but worried nonetheless. He wanted her near, ditto for Remy. “Would you and Eve consider moving here someday?”
“If it were just me, I would. My ghost hunting team is on hiatus until we have to start filming for next season for real, but I could always go back to Massachusetts to do the show and return to Dare afterward.”
“Evelyn needs to get back to Salem to teach,” Jax commented, realizing it may be too soon to ask for permanence.
“And she wants to go for her PhD. We can’t hold her back from that.”
From the bathroom, the sound of the shower running reached them. For a minute, he enjoyed listening, knowing Eve was simply preparing for the morning. The shower cut off and a minute later he heard the rustling of cloth and tapping of a toothbrush against the sink.
It was weird to think something as domestic as a woman brushing her teeth was sexy, but with Evelyn it was. He couldn’t say what it was about her that touched his heart, but something changed between them when he made love to her.
Evelyn made him feel whole. Her quiet questions and her faith in him made him feel superhuman when he’d never thought of himself as a hero. If anything, he was the antithesis of heroic.
While Evelyn did her thing in the bathroom, Jax looked at his man. Remington Sinclair was sexy, gorgeous lying there doing nothing more than staring back at him.
Heat flaring, intense, addictive, Jax’s cock thickened, but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that Remington wasn’t going to be topped this morning. He stared back, boldly, giving no quarter to Jax’s attempt to outmaneuver him.
“You need some help with that, my man?” Remy offered, staring boldly at Jax’s erection even as he reached across the bed.
“Yeah, need you,” he said.
“You want me to get Eve?”
“Let her finish,” Jax decided. The blow drier kicked on. “How long does she take in the bathroom?”
“About a half hour, she’ll put on some makeup and do something with her hair.”
“She has very pretty hair.”
“Tell her that. She tends to think being a brunette is boring or average.”
“Same as she wrongly thinks her breasts are too small?”
“Pretty much, to me she’s perfect.”
“That she is,” Jax agreed. “We need to make sure she knows she’s a part of us.”
“Is she worried?”
“Before I made love to her, I think she may have been feeling uncertain of her place within our threesome.”
Remy lifted his dark eyes to Jax’s. “To me, she’s centermost. Do you feel that way, Jax? If you lie we’re going to have problems.”
“I’ve just asked if you and Evelyn would consider a long-term relationship. That should tell you where I stand
.”
Rather than touch Jax’s cock, Remy offered his hand to his lover, smiling when Jax set his hand atop his. A hard tug later, he pulled Jax until they were each on their knees, face to face.
“You realize I’m going to fuck you, don’t you Jax?” Remy asked, his arms dropping to Jax’s waist.
Jax had prided himself on working out. His six pack abs were rock solid, and his muscles sculpted. With Remington’s hands spanning his waist, he became aware of exactly how big his lover was, all over, cock included.
“Had the feeling you’d want to be on top this time,” Jax admitted.
“Got a problem with that?” Remy challenged.
“You put me down on the bed, my ass is yours. If I outfox you, vice versa,” he answered, knowing he’d cave but unable to resist. There was just something about Remington that challenged him on a scale that only one other man had ever done.
A power match ensued, each trying to gauge the other. Jax thought he’d had the upper hand until Remy kissed him fiercely, grabbing him up and slamming him face down on the mattress a half-second later.
“Holy fuck, Remy, what was that move?” he demanded, shocked that it’d happened so fast and before he could try a countermove.
“Aikido,” Remy answered, chuckling darkly even as he shoved a pillow beneath Jax’s hips, arching his ass upward and climbing on top, effectively trapping him.
Granted, Jax could buck Remy off, but if he did, he might never find out how big and thick his partner’s dick felt in his ass.
“You win, lover,” Jax declared, biting a pillow, very aware that this was a long time coming. He’d been the conqueror last night. This morning, he was about to get owned.
Relaxing to the inevitable, he expected to be fucked just as soon as Remy picked out a condom and grabbed the lube. He did not expect the big man to command him to stay put, rear up and dig into Jax’s bedside drawer and take something out.
The purr of a motor ensued. Jax’s battery-powered personal massager with a smooth, ball-like head made that sound. The ball pressed between Jax’s shoulder blades, the intense massager setting up the perfect rhythm up and down his spinal column.
“Remy, fuck me,” he urged.
“I’ll get there, babe,” he promised.
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