“Babe?” Jax repeated, not sure anyone had ever called him that before.
“Yes, when I’m topping you, you’re my babe,” Remy claimed.
The massager reached his butt, vibrating its way to his asshole. It drove him crazy. His cock throbbed, compelling him to rub his groin into the pillow. If he weren’t careful, he’d bust a nut and it’d all be over.
Just when Jax thought he’d lose it, the never-ending massage continued on down his legs, one then the other, all over. Jax lost track of what was up or down or where he was.
A bed, he was in a bed with his lover, one of them anyway. The other was taking her sweet time in the bathroom.
The wand suddenly cut off. Jax heard the unmistakable squirt of lube, hands rubbing together. Big, rough, lube-slickened fingers landed on his ass, gently. Thank god, he wasn’t ready for heavy-handed play after the way Remington worked that massaging wand all over his body.
The massager went back on. “Remy, what are you doing?”
“Trust me, my man,” Remy said. “Get up on your hands and knees.”
“Yours,” he offered, getting up on all fours and presenting his ass to his lover.
The massager, set on its lowest setting settled against his asshole again, only this time it was dampened with lubricant. The wand moved, heading right for his groin.
“Umm, yeah, nice,” Jax muttered, not sure he made sense other than growling when the massager moved closer to his balls, stopping near enough to drive him crazy and vibrate against his perineum as lubed fingers penetrated Jax’s ass.
The instant bloom of heat echoed out, enhanced by the wand’s constant motion, easing Jax into feeling nothing but pleasure. More lube, two fingers became three, pushing and stretching him, Remy’s fingers so big they felt as large as a cock.
Then one finger penetrated his ass, finding his prostate, rubbing it. The massager was awesome, the way his lover manipulated his prostate was his ungluing.
“Dammit, stop messing around and do it!” Jax commanded.
“No cock rings, Jax,” Remy said. “I’m going to pound you hard. Be ready.”
Jax lowered his head as Remy’s finger withdrew, replaced by something splendidly bigger and covered with a condom. Breathing deep, Jax let his body adapt to the intrusion, knowing the intensity of pleasure that followed would be rewarding.
Remy penetrated him slowly, letting Jax know that he’d only received the head of his lover’s cock and it felt as if he were deeper than any man had been before. Beyond reason, Jaxon went wild, shoving back at his partner until his smooth balls slapped his ass.
Holy hell, pleasure, white-hot and razor-sharp, hit Jax’s dark side. It felt as if the big man was never going to be seated, but then he was and Jax was being fucked.
Remy withdrew, pounding deep again, repeating his pattern. He hadn’t been kidding. He pounded Jax’s ass. It was all he could do not to collapse, but he held himself strong. He was not going to fall. He was not!
Suddenly, the fierceness ended. Remy withdrew and two arms came around Jax’s waist, lifting him up, turning him around to lay face up where his legs were hoisted up and over Remy’s wide shoulders.
Remy fit himself between Jax’s spread thighs, his cock reentering Jax’s ass. It was splendid, basic and raw, a face to face, all-intensive claiming that Jax was hell bent on receiving.
“You’ve the tightest ass I’ve ever had,” Remy confessed, sweat beading all over his brow. “I’m not going to last much longer, Jax.”
“Neither am I, lover mine,” Jax murmured. “Come on, wreck me, I dare you.”
He loved fucking face to face. He could watch his lover come apart. Watching Remy was lightning to his soul, hitting him balls-deep. His own penis was so fucking hard it slapped his groin.
It would have hurt if Remy hadn’t taken hold of his shaft, jerking him in unison with his thrusting. Cum sped forth. Jax was going to bust it first.
“Gonna come,” he warned a second before he came with a loud, satisfied groan.
“Me too,” Remy said, his big dick throbbing deep inside Jax’s ass, signaling that he’d come.
A short time later, Remy withdrew when he’d softened enough. Together, they rolled over, Remy spooning against Jax’s back and holding him close right as Evelyn came out of the bathroom, followed by a hard thump.
“What was that?” Jax called out, thinking he’d heard Evelyn cry in pain.
“Nothing to worry about, I bumped into the doorjamb on my way out of the bathroom,” she said. “But I’m sad now. I’d wanted to watch Remy fuck you.”
Remy withdrew almost at once, falling to Jax’s side and turning to face her. Frankly, Jax needed a minute to breathe right again.
“I’m sorry, sugar, come here,” Remy invited softly, his connection to Evelyn still strong despite the fucking he and Jax had just shared.
The bed swayed some with Evelyn’s slight weight as she crawled onto it. With her came the scent of a recent shower and minty toothpaste. She smelled wholesome and pure, enticing.
“Don’t misunderstand. It’s okay for the two of you to be together, just as it was for me and Jaxon during the night.”
“I apologize if you felt left out, love,” Jax said, shifting around to look at her. She was naked, her skin a little pink from her shower, her hair swept up in a comb. Her face glowed and he imagined it was an aftereffect of great sex and multiple orgasms.
“I didn’t,” she uttered softly, but even then Jax sensed she was trying to be braver. During the night, she’d indicated her doubt about her place in their trio and it was important for him and Remington to allay any of her concerns or fears.
“Evelyn, lay down with us, snuggle,” Jax invited, offering his hand out to her. “Soon as we’re able, we’ll make love to you.”
She took it but shook her head. “I can’t. I’m meeting up with the ladies.”
“The ladies?” Jax was completely lost.
“Avery and Taylor, we’re going to the spa. I ordered breakfast for you and Remy and cleaned up the cart from last night.”
“Would rather eat you than food,” Jax said.
“I’d love that, later.” Squeezing his hand, she leaned down to kiss Jax, her clever little tongue flicking across his mouth, a sweeter invitation he couldn’t imagine. Kissing her back, he savored what he could even though he understood that she needed to see her friends.
Finally, she drew back, smiled at him in her gentle way and then turned to plant a passionate kiss on Remy, who drew her into the circle of his arms, as if he too didn’t want to be separated from her. In the end, she sat up, grinning.
“A woman could get used to waking up with two handsome heroes,” she admitted, a flush stealing across her face.
“When will you be back, sugar?” Remy asked.
“I really don’t know. Since Avery’s newly engaged, we’ll likely pore over bridal magazines while being pampered.”
“Call when you know your schedule,” Jax requested. “What’s your cell number?”
“Remy will give it to you,” she said, glancing around at something over Remington’s shoulder only to suddenly scramble off the bed. “I really have to run. Sorry about all this, I’ll make it up to you both when I get back.”
She left just like that, without so much as a morning blowjob or anything. The emptiness within Jax’s heart nearly sent him on a mission to hunt her down and bring her back to bed.
“If she doesn’t call in two hours, I’m storming that fucking spa.”
“She’ll be fine. It’s girl talk. They’ll be gone for hours. Let’s get to know each other some, huh?”
“If she gets her mons hot waxed, her ass is mine.”
“Not that way,” Remy said protectively.
“That way with a butt plug,” Jax said. “She needs anal training. I’ll be gentle. The last thing I’d ever do is hurt her.”
Remy wedged himself around to face him. “You really do care about her don’t you?”
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sp; “Yes, I do. If you’d been the one who’d left, I’d worry about you too.”
“Nothing can hurt me. I work with ghosts.”
“Tell me a ghost story,” Jax asked, needing to hear his lover’s voice.
Remy wrapped him up, covering him with a blanket. They rested. Remy told him stories. The most significant were the memories of his little brother.
* * * * *
Remy missed Eve. Several times during the day, he’d started to call her only to remember she was enjoying a day at the spa with her friends. He wanted her to be pampered, but he hoped she’d come back to the suite soon.
After spending the morning in bed with Jax, eating bagels and then taking a hot shower together, they ventured out to tour the town together. They’d walked holding hands.
That’d been nice. Remy wasn’t usually into PDA, but being with Jax was new and he wanted the residents of Dare to know Jax was his and Eve’s.
After the tour and lunch with Sawyer and Hazard, Jax ended up taking time out to do some work at his club, leaving Remy alone with Sawyer to tour the jailhouse, wishing Eve was there with him.
Her knowledge of history was more extensive than his, but he’d imagined seeing her dressed as a saloon girl with her wrists and ankles shackled in one of the cages, legs spread wide, bound and at Sheriff Wynter and Deputy Sinclair’s mercy.
Alone in the hotel suite Remy kept himself busy checking his equipment. The plan was to have two ghost hunts, one late Saturday night, the other Sunday night.
Saturday night, they’d splint into teams and investigate the jailhouse and the small Dare Hardware store that’d had originally been the town’s general store. If it went well, Remy hoped finish the evening at the cemetery with an EVP session.
Sunday night’s hunt would take place in the Dare Hotel and Spa. After analysis of the two hunts, Remy would see what evidence they were able to gather and arrange a time to conduct an investigation of the Truth or Dare Club and Casino and the theater.
Later in the summer, he hoped to bring his team to Dare and investigate the town again, this time recording for the fall season premier. He’d be unable to bring his friend and psychic consultant Morgan Maddox, as she was pregnant and it simply wouldn’t work for her but he hoped to borrow a few items on display at the Dare Historical Society and Museum for her to examine through her gift of psychometry.
As he looked through his equipment, he thought of how cute Morgan was in maternity clothes and how much her husband Ethan loved her. At first, he didn’t think Ethan liked him much, but they’d overcome that and were good friends.
Still how would it feel if Eve got pregnant? Holy freakin’ hell, he’d never thought about being a father before. Now that he did, his dick went from flaccid to tent pole hard in an instant.
A key turned in the suite’s lock, bringing Remy’s head around. The door opened and Eve walked in looking more beautiful than she’d been when she kissed him and Jax goodbye earlier.
She’d done something new to her hair, but it was her face that caught his eye. She looked gorgeous, relaxed and smelled so good he salivated from across the room.
“Hey, there’s my sugar,” he greeted, setting aside the video camera he’d been dinking around with and moving across the room to intercept her. “How was your day?”
“Oh my god, Remy, the day spa was amazing,” she answered, beaming. “The attendants were incredibly nice and the stylists were miracle workers.”
“You smell good,” he said, grabbing her trim waist and bringing her up against his body.
“Thank you, I think that’s from the tropical island-scented mineral bath. Do you like my hair?” she asked, shaking her head.
Focusing on her hair rather than his dick’s hardness, Remy blinked and realized what was different. It’d been trimmed and blow dried into a pretty curtain, about three inches at the tips dyed blonde. The style suited her well, the glow on her face was something to behold.
“I love your hair,” he said. “Can I touch it?”
“Yes, you can,” she granted. Carefully, he stroked his fingers through the slightly shorter length, finding it softer than before. It was extremely pretty, but then so was she. “The blonde’s not too much?”
“You look beautiful. I missed you, Eve,” he admitted, leaning down to kiss her.
It’d been ages since they’d kissed. Or it least it felt as if it’d been that long. Next thing he knew, he was hoisting her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.
“Do you mind if I make love to you?” he asked.
“If you don’t, I’ll be sad,” she answered, pouting.
“Can’t have the prettiest lady in the West being sad now, can I?” She grinned and shook her head no.
Slowly lowering her to the mattress, he didn’t bother with the covers, simply stripped her of her capris, tee shirt and panties, relieved to see she’d done nothing to test Jax. Quickly as possible, he stripped, climbing into bed with her.
Settling in, he kissed her again, letting one kiss meld into more. Eve responded with the passion he craved. She tasted great, smelled of coconuts and fancy shampoo.
Kissing his way down her body, she undulated and cooed, giggling when he nibbled along the sensitive areas along her inner thighs. Sliding downward, he paid homage to her legs, ultimately reaching her feet.
To his surprise, her toenails were polished bright red and her feet were extraordinarily soft, kissable.
“Remy! What are you doing?” she murmured, shifting this way and that when he licked the sole of her left foot.
“Think it’s obvious, sugar,” he said, licking her right foot and kissing his way to her toes.
“Since when do you have a foot fetish?”
“With you, I’m discovering a lot of new fetishes,” he stated, sucking on her toes, each in turn.
Eve melted back onto the bed, sighing, causing Remy to miss the suite door opening and closing. It wasn’t until he began kissing his way up her legs, spreading her open when he acknowledged they were being watched.
Expecting Jax to join them in the bed, he admitted to himself that this time he wanted Eve all to himself. A male hand came to touch his shoulder, moving his hair out of the way, seeming to be giving Eve and Remy their due.
Remy continued making love to her with his mouth. Spreading her labia to lick and suck her tender little clit and bringing her to orgasm, he loved hearing her pleasure-filled cries and sighs.
A condom appeared in Remy’s hand the moment she settled down. Jax must’ve given it to him. Tearing it open, he flipped over on his back, rolled the condom on and brought Eve off the bed so she could straddle his thighs.
Anticipating the snug softness of her pussy, he held his breath as she lowered herself down, taking him inside of her until he was as deep as humanly possible. She rode him without a care in the world, bravely seeking release.
All the while, Jax crawled onto the bed, sprawling out beside them. Remy glanced over. Jax was naked, masturbating as Eve took charge of Remy’s dick.
Minutes later, the three of them rushed toward climax, Eve coming first and squeezing Remy’s cock so hard he saw stars, coming right as Jax’s cum splashed his chest. Undaunted, Eve planted her hands in Jax’s semen and massaging it into Remy’s skin.
When she was finished playing, Eve plastered herself on top of him, Jaxon to their right, all breathing hard.
“Holy fuck, what the hell happened?” Remy asked.
“That was sex at its finest,” Jax replied.
“That was amazing,” Eve whispered, still caught up in the moment. “But if either of you got cum in my hair, you’re sleeping on the sofa tonight.”
“I was careful, love,” Jax assured. “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” she said.
“I take it your day with the ladies was fun?” he asked.
“Amazing,” she answered. “Learned a lot about Taylor. Gabriel’s going to need to be patient with her a while longer.”
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nbsp; “Why, sugar?”
“Can’t tell you yet,” she admitted.
Jax wedged himself closer to them, propping his head on Remy’s shoulder. Eve shifted off Remy, using his opposite shoulder for a pillow.
“Evelyn, if someone hurt her, he needs to know. We need to know.”
“She’ll tell Gabriel when she’s ready. Until then, promise not to push her. She’s been through enough.”
“I was afraid of that. Just give me his name, I’ll have Sawyer hunt him down and bring him here. Gabriel can beat an answer outta him.”
“Leave it, Jaxon,” she insisted. “I shouldn’t have said that much.”
“Okay, but if I find out someone laid a hand on her, you can bet I’m going to make the bastard rue the day he was born.”
“See that, you’re a hero,” Eve said.
“Isn’t he, though?” Remy agreed.
“I’m not a hero, although I’m beginning to think you are, Eve. If it weren’t for your suggestion to write as Jaxon and not as Ransom, I might not have hidden away in my office for three hours.”
Eve sat up straight. “Jaxon, did you write?”
“I wrote a scene. A short one but it’s a start.”
Eve sat up and launched herself at Jax, sending him flying backward onto the bed. Climbing on top of him, she kept him right there, kissing his face, everywhere she could reach.
“Amen! I’m so proud of you,” she said between kisses.
Jax’s arms banded Eve’s waist, keeping her nestled on top of him. He looked to be a man in love, but Remy didn’t think their lover was ready to admit it. Remembering not to rush Jax, Remy scooted himself close enough to kiss Eve and then Jax.
They three of them stayed that way for a bit, kissing each other, enjoying the simplicity until Jax freed up one hand, using it to spear through Remy’s hair.
“Since we can’t mess up Evelyn’s hair, might as well have fun with yours,” he declared, using Remy’s hair as a means to hold him close.
“Don’t hurt him,” Eve warned. “I love Remy’s hair. It’s gorgeous.”
“What no props for me?” Jax demanded teasingly.
“You’re gorgeous and very, very sexy,” she praised, wedging herself up on her arms to begin kissing her way down his throat.
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