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The three of them left the hotel room, heading for the
elevator bay. Remy’s argument about shaving his groin seemed to fall to deaf
ears. Jaxon gave him assurances that he’d do it right. Remy declared his
safeword was going to be razor.

Inside the elevator, Jaxon countered by letting go of Eve’s
hand long enough to turn on Remy, unfasten his fly and shove his hand down the
front of Remy’s leathers.

“Give me the rest of your stay in Dare to change your mind,”
he beckoned, his voice was darkly seductive, insistent, his hand working.

“You are weird, Jaxon Wynter, and I still want to be fucked
by you.” Remy’s eyes closed, his hips grinding against Jaxon’s hand. “Maybe
it’s because you’re the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m a walking sex god, near immortal, don’t you know?”

“You’ve gone from vampire to god?” Eve challenged, laughing.

“In bed, you’re going to be shouting to god and Remy and me
so often, you’ll be hoarse from it. Especially if you get bratty and challenge
my inner vamp.”

“Ever see the movie
Vamp with Grace Jones
?” she
asked. “If you become a cross-dresser, you could totally pull off the lead
role, although you’d have to wear weird wigs. Be a shame to mess up your hair.”

“Remy, is she making fun of me?”

“Sounds like it, yeah. Can you get your hand out of my pants
now, my man? As it is, my balls are in danger of turning blue permanently.”

“Poor baby,” Jaxon murmured smoothly, ultimately letting him
go and reclaiming Eve’s hand. “I like being your man, Remington. Keep thinking
that way, okay?”

“Okay, as long as Eve doesn’t object.”

“Evelyn, do you mind if I fuck him later?”

“Not if you let me watch.”

“You’ll do more than watch,” he promised, catching her up
close and peppering a series of kisses against her temple while the elevator descended.

“Anyone complain about activity in this hotel?” Remy asked
when they exited.

“There are rooms on the third floor that seem to have
activity,” Jax answered. “Guests have complained that things such as hair
combs, shoes and toys are moved or toothpaste is mysteriously squirted out of a
tube. Televisions turn on or off, computers and cell phones run out of juice
soon after being charged.”

“Mild poltergeist activity, interesting and likely
harmless,” Remy commented. “Spirits feed off the energy from electronics. Can
Eve and I check out those rooms?”

“If I can be part of the investigation, sure,” Jaxon said.
“When?”

“Whenever you can arrange it,” Remy said.

“I’ll talk to the manager,” Jaxon replied.

“Thanks, Jax.”

“You ever have sex during a ghost hunt?” Jaxon inquired.

“I’m all business during a ghost hunt.”

“That’s true,” Eve shared. “He’s really fascinating to watch
in action. Most of his lockdowns are conducted in total darkness and no one
moves for hours. It’s eerie but effective.”

“Interesting,” Jaxon said. “I hear all sorts of activity
around my house during the day or night, predominately the red room, otherwise
known as playroom three.”

“Any idea who’s haunting your house, Jaxon?” she wondered.

“A sailor, I think. He’s attached to a pillory Trevor gave
to me for a birthday gift.”

“Odd gift,” she commented.

“Not for me.”

“Besides the sailor, what else have you experienced?” Remy
questioned.

“Doors left open were closed, footsteps, the feeling that
someone or something’s watching, things missing and appearing in different
rooms. Doesn’t feel malicious, it’s as if whoever’s watching is curious about
the changes in the house.”

“Why do you say that?” Remy pressed.

“The house was originally Darius Hamilton’s, the founder of
Dare Silver Mining. He had a big family, a ton of servants and one of the
entrances to the mine is nearby.”

“Do you think Darius haunts your home?” Eve questioned.

“I’ve always felt it may be a servant or two. They were
there the longest and most often. His kids moved away and he and his wife
abandoned the property after a fire.”

“Were any servants killed in the fire?” Remy asked.

“I don’t think so. Sawyer would know. There were two
Hamilton brothers, twins, Darius and Daniel. Daniel became a rancher. The ranch
is the Double DH for Daniel and Darius Hamilton.”

“Can I ask why Sawyer doesn’t own the house?” she inquired.

“He sold it to me when I talked him into investing in the
town. He was still in the FBI at the time. Later, he moved to the ranch to take
over for his grandfather who’d taken ill. He was close to him.”

“I like Sawyer. He’s nice.”

“Don’t get too friendly with him, baby girl,” Jaxon warned.

“So I’ve been warned at lunch. I’m not planning on it.”

“Good. As long as you know I don’t share, things will go
smoothly.”

“What about Remy, is he free to be friendly with anyone he
meets?”

“If Remy shows interest in Travis Ross or any other man in
Dare, he’ll have to answer for it.”

“Why Travis?” Eve asked.

“He’s openly gay. Came out soon after he became the foreman
on Sawyer’s ranch, said he was tired of having to hide it when he was touring
the rodeo circuit.”

“I’m not interested in Travis, don’t worry. I should warn
you, flog me at your own risk, Jax.”

“Where in that did you hear flogging, Remy?” Jax challenged.

“Guess I was imagining your back and ass crisscrossed with
red stripes. If not a flogging, I’m definitely going to wreck your ass, soon.”

“We’re going to wrestle for top to bottom rights quite a bit
in the coming weeks, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, we will. And you’ll enjoy it,” Remy stated. Until she
actually witnessed the two men together, she could only imagine how that would
go down.

Shortly, they entered the Truth or Dare Club and Casino. A
few employees milled around, working behind the bar or straightening tables and
chairs. The house lights were on. A stage crew was setting up band equipment.

Gabriel Krystiyan walked in from a side entrance. Eve
thought he was strikingly handsome with his gorgeous hair tied back. Similar to
Remy, he favored the color black, although he wore jeans instead of leather.

Upon seeing him, Jax waved his friend over and assured him
that Taylor Anderson would attend the party. Wondering if Gabriel would say
anything to Eve if he spotted her holding hands with Jaxon and Remy, she waited
for some sense of rebuke.

Gabriel’s blue eyes went right to their hands. He paused,
glancing up at Jaxon. A second later, Gabriel nodded and grinned, no rebuke, no
censure.

“Either of you have experience bartending?” Jaxon asked Remy
and Eve.

“I do,” Remy answered.

“You were a bartender?” Eve quizzed, learning something new.

“Yep, worked at a pub when I went to Yale,” Remy said.

“Remy, would you care to help me behind the bar?” Jax asked.

“Sure,” Remy agreed.

“Gabriel, take care of Evelyn for us. If anyone hits on her,
kick his ass.”

“You got it, bro,” Gabriel agreed. “Come on Eve, we’ll find
a table before it gets crowded.”

“How do you know Jaxon?”

“I worked for him.”

They claimed a round table that had seen better years, yet
was very sturdy and appeared to be antique. The Truth or Dare Club had a rustic
appearance, resembling an authentic but modernized Wild West saloon.

“Were you a bartender, Gabriel?”

“I was a dancer. Jaxon made his fortune owning clubs in Reno
and Vegas. Eventually, he moved to California, opened clubs there too.”

“What kind of dancing are we talking about?”

“Exotic, lap dances, private bachelorette parties, that sort
of thing,” Gabriel said. “Without Jax looking out for me, I’d never have made
it. He took a liking to me at an amateur event, next thing I knew I was a
stripper.”

“Dear God, I bet you were a fine-looking man in nothing but
a thong.”

“Thank you,” he said, leaning close. “Don’t let Jax hear you
say that. He wants you and Remy. He won’t like it if I flirt with you or vice
versa.”

“That wasn’t meant to be flirtatious. I’m curious. I’ve
never known a stripper before. What’s it like?”

“Sweaty, fun and exhausting, but you know another male
dancer.”

“Jaxon?” she squeaked, shocked that she’d made such a sound.

“Umm-hmm, what I learned about dancing came from him,
especially in the gay strip club where I started.”

“You’re not gay.”

“No, but when you need to eat and a warm bed at night, you
learn that taking your clothes off for men is the least of your worries.”

“You’ve danced in straight clubs too?”

“Yes, once I could afford it, I apprenticed for a magician
in Reno and went off on my own.”

“Jaxon’s sexy.”

“He is, just not my cup of tea.”

“Who is? Taylor?”

“If she’ll ever take her head out from under the hood of a
car, yes.”

“You’re gorgeous. She’ll notice.”

Gabriel smiled. He had a megawatt smile so engaging that she
didn’t notice Jaxon come up behind her and place a bowl of pretzels and a
strawberry daiquiri on the table.

“From Remy, he thought you might enjoy it.”

“I like fruity drinks. Tell him thank you.”

“I’ll keep it in mind. One thing, keep the alcohol to a
minimum,” Jaxon warned emphatically. “I don’t want you too buzzed to think
straight later.”

“Okay,” she agreed, taking the big frosted glass in hand and
sipping from the straw. Delicious!

“What, am I nonexistent?” Gabriel teased. “Can’t a guy get a
beer?”

“Tap or bottle?” Jax asked his friend.

“Bottle, Blue Moon.”

“Got it,” Jax said, walking away.

Eve watched him go, impressed by his smooth stride. Yeah,
she could see the former dancer. He may have even started the manscaping
routine because he’d been a male stripper.

She wondered if she could coax him into dancing for her and
Remy. Taking a sip of her drink, she grinned. Maybe she could coax him into a
lot of things with her and Remy.

There were numerous fantasies to live out, fantasies she’d
only ever thought happened to other people. Above all, she wanted to please her
men, in and out of bed.

Behind the bar, Jax worked side by side with a man he didn’t
expect to like as much as he did.

It was true he wanted to fuck Remington Sinclair. The switch
had a great big dick, was incredibly strong and could handle himself against a
strong-willed Dom such as himself. In all truth, Remy wasn’t going to be easy
to tame, and Jax didn’t want him to go down easy.

He loved the push-pull of Dominant and submissive within
Remy, the power play between the two of them would be intoxicating, addictive.
But he had to be careful. Evelyn was still new and if he rushed anything with
Remy, he’d frighten her off before he got her into his dungeon.

Looking across the room to check in on her, he spied her
talking with Gabriel. A spear of jealousy sliced his gut when he saw her toss a
pretzel at his friend, who caught it in his mouth and chewed.

The only thing that saved Gabriel from Jax’s temper was
Taylor Anderson, who’d just walked in. She was a tall, pretty redhead who’d
turned Gabriel’s head because she didn’t fawn all over him. As was her way, she
wore jeans, cowboy boots and a clean navy-blue tee shirt and hair was bound up
in a cute ponytail.

But apparently it didn’t matter what she was wearing,
Gabriel saw Taylor walking across the room, stood up and intercepted her before
she could follow the ladies she’d come into the club with. After a moment where
Jax thought for sure Taylor would turn Gabriel down, she nodded and went to the
table.

In an instant, Evelyn stood up to greet Taylor, giving her a
warm smile and a friendly handshake. Once the connection was made, Taylor’s
tension vanished and she sat down.

Going back to the bar, Jax sent a waitress with two Blue
Moons to Gabriel and Taylor then rocked back to watch Remy fill up containers
with sliced lemons and limes and cherries for drink concoctions. He’d seen
bartenders work countless times, he’d done it himself, but watching Remy was a
treat.

Tempted to play, he went right up to Remy, cornering him by
placing one hand on either side of the bigger man. He did love big men, the
bigger the better. When they fell, they fell hard and, man, he wanted to tumble
Remy ass-up into bed.

“Everything okay here?” he asked.

“Things are fine. What’s going on? Were you giving Eve a
tough time?”

“I adore her. You’re going to let me have fun with her,
aren’t you?”

“As long as you respect her, yes,” Remy agreed.

“Did you prepare yourself for me?”

“I’ve had sex with men before.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Fine, yes, I did. Same goes. Did you prepare yourself for
me? I’ve got plenty of lube to loosen you up.”

“I’m ready. What about our baby girl, she okay with anal?”

“She’s open to it but other than my fingers, I’ve not taken
her that way. The thing is Jax, I’m afraid of hurting her. She’s too special to
me.”

“You love her,” Jax said.

“Yes.”

“So then why did you wait a year to take her as your lover?”

“It’s a long story.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Party’s going to start soon. Crowd’s coming in.”

“The bar’s ready, thanks to you. Now that that’s done we can
get ready for some fun. You like to dance?”

“Sometimes, do you?”

“Yes, we’ll take our date for a turn on the dance floor, if
you’re okay with it.”

“Eve would probably enjoy it,” Remy said, his eyes darting
around nervously.

“Tell me something about you, Remington,” Jax requested.

“What do would like to know?”

“What makes you tick, your likes, dislikes, hobbies?”

“You already know about my fascination with paranormal
activity.”

“Yes, of course, but I’d enjoy learning more about you.
We’re about to become lovers in a very short time.”

Remy straightened up, turning his eyes on Jax. They were
kind eyes, warm and brown, with soul-deep passion. “Let’s see, when I was a
kid, I collected comic books. I was a bit of a nerd in high school, preferring
to study than play sports.”

“I can relate,” Jax stated, as he’d never been much for
athletics even though his best friend was a football star. “A lot of people
judged me unfairly once they found out what my mother did for a living, but she
insisted I concentrate on getting good grades so that I could get into a decent
college.”

“Did you?” Remy asked. “Get into a good school, I mean.”

“Believe it or not, yes, graduated with honors,” he
answered. “I’m curious about something, Remington. If it’s too soon for you to
answer, I’ll respect that.”

“Go on,” Remy urged.

“Why did you wait so long to claim Evelyn?” In his mind,
Remington and Evelyn seemed to be a good match. Whenever she looked at Remy,
she lit up, her devotion to him obvious.

“It’s complicated, though I suppose the easiest explanation
was that I wanted to avoid hurting Eve. Being bisexual is something I can’t
change, it’s who I am, and I’d already broken a woman’s heart in my past.”

“Would you tell me about her?”

“Her name’s Beth. She’d been my fiancée. I hurt her so badly
that she drank too much and almost died in a car crash. Thank god she got
better.”

“You’re a nice guy. I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“No, but I didn’t say no to my first male lover, or the
next, or the one after that, even though I’d put a ring on her hand. I should
have called it off. Our engagement was meant to heal our broken families.”

“May I ask why?”

“Blair died. No one believed I’d seen my brother’s
apparition and knew he’d been murdered. Having multiple lovers, joining fetish
clubs, it all kept me numb so I wouldn’t hurt so much. I missed him, still miss
him.”

“Your brother’s death wasn’t your fault.”

Remy bowed his head. “I know it now. Back then, I’d made my
mother cry and my father yell things he’d come to regret. A wedding promised to
heal us all, my family, Beth’s and my former best friend’s.”

“What happened to him?”

“He ended up marrying Beth. Oddly, their families remain
friends with mine. I’m the one on the outside looking in.”

“Have you forgiven yourself for making bad choices back
then? If you do, you might be able to repair the bond that’s been broken
between you and your parents.”

“When we get back to Massachusetts, I’m going to ask Eve to
come with me when I talk things out with my family.”

“Do you trust me, Remington?”

Dark-brown bedroom eyes met Jaxon’s gaze. “Yes, it’s my hope
you’ll trust me too.”

“When it comes time to talk to your parents, I want to be
there for you. Do they know you’re bi?”

Remy inclined his head. “They know, but it confuses them.”

“Will you permit me to join you and Evelyn when you talk to
your family?”

“Are you sure you’d want to be there, my man?”

“Am I your man?” Jaxon asked, wanting to be exactly that.

“Mine and Eve’s,” Remy clarified, nodding.

“Then yes, I want to be there for you. Couple things before
we head over to Evelyn,” he said. “Earlier at lunch, you and Evelyn mentioned
the club you’re part of in Massachusetts. I realize she’s still learning and
I’ll do my best not to overwhelm her, but I may test her in the beginning. See
where she’s at.”

“As long as you don’t harm one hair on her head, I
understand. So far she surrenders to lite dominance, nothing extreme yet.”

“Fair enough,” Jaxon said and Remington nodded. “Let’s talk
about you, Remington. Based on our interactions so far, I’d guess you’ve tended
to engage in BDSM more with men than women in the past. You ever have a
Master?”

“My first lover, Stephan, but we weren’t exclusive, and he
needed a sub not someone who could be as dominant as he was.”

“Then I should warn you I have a kink for fucking Doms,
alphas and switches. You and I know there’s a difference between the three.”

“True. Is this your way of saying you want me?”

“You bet. Remington, I plan to bottom for you in return.”

“Would you permit me to tie you up and flog you?”

Watching Remy’s eyes when he answered, he said, “Yes.”

“Fuck you?” Remy asked, his pupils dilating, indicating
arousal.

“God, I hope so. I prepared myself to take that big dick of
yours. If I could turn back the hands of time, I’d have dragged you into that
bathroom stall.”

“No, I’d have dragged you. That ugly bathroom would have
been as ruined as your fine ass.”

“My ass?” Jaxon repeated, thinking he should really warn
Remy that he could overpower pure strength with blindside seduction.

“You ever fuck with pantyhose on?” Remy asked.

“No, nor will I.”

“Then don’t force me to shave my nuts. I like them just as
they are.”

“Obviously, you’ve mastered the fine art of negotiation.”
Jaxon grinned so wide, his jaw ached. “But where’s your sense of adventure?”

“Not there, I can tell you that.”

“You’ve never gone bare before?”

“No.”

“What’s your safeword?”

“Razor, as I told you in the elevator that seemed to go
nowhere for way too long.”

“Blame the Dare Hotel’s ghosts on that one, not me.”

“You knew damn well what you were doing in that elevator.”

“Okay, hopefully you won’t say your safeword when I get you
trussed up prettily and all ready for anything I want to do to your delectable
cock.”

“Why do I want you so much?” Remy remarked, chuckling. “Half
the time I’m tempted to dropkick you.”

“If you get a clue, can you tell me what it is? As it is
now, I’ve got a craving for your ass and our sweet little Evelyn’s pussy.”

“Jaxon, this’ll be the first triad relationship Eve’s ever
been in. We need to watch over her.”

“She’s got a soft heart.”

“And an overly protective father,” Remy said. “Her mother
was their world until she died and Bartholomew doesn’t want to lose his little
girl.”

“Understandable, fathers should look after their children.”

“I have no idea how long you’re going to want us to stay.
It’ll take a few weeks for us to research and investigate the hotel, this club,
because there’s paranormal energy in this place, the town, maybe the police
station and the town cemetery.”

“And my house too?”

“I’d like to study your house, but not to use it for
television. The town itself has enough interesting places to investigate. I
can’t give an exact schedule on how long it’ll take to document everything
because ghosts don’t have timetables. They may or may not be active.”

“All right, so what does this have to do with Eve’s father?”

“He’s the primary reason we didn’t come here sooner. There’s
an executive VP he’s wanted her to date for years. She’s never been
interested.”

“If she’s not interested, her father can’t force her hand.”

“You and I know that, but ever since we were stuck on a
tarmac for two hours and drove from Denver to Massachusetts, he’s come up with
all sorts of ways to keep us from coming here sooner than we did.”

“He doesn’t like you?”

“He’s got trust issues at the moment.”

“I don’t understand,” Jax admitted.

“His former business partner Spencer Bailey turned out to be
a psycho pedophile with a killer mistress, literally.”

“Remy, I’m seriously considering tying Evelyn to our bed
until the fucked-up creeps in New England are locked away for life.”

“I hear you. When we learned about Bailey, I freaked out.
Eve had attended countless business functions with Spencer’s wife, Alisa.”

“What happened to his wife?”

“She killed her husband and the mistress and shot Ethan
Maddox,” Remy explained. “Detective Sam Riley shot her, suicide-by-cop.”

“Okay, yeah,” Jax mumbled, furious that something could’ve happened
to Eve or Remy before he met them. “I’m seriously thinking about keeping you
both in Dare.”

“Suffice it to say that Bartholomew Stratham trusted me to
bring her out this way only because I promised to bring her home by her
birthday in June.”

“He must like you more than you realize, Remy. He’s trusted
his daughter to your care. Could he pull the plug on your show if she doesn’t
come home as expected?”

“Yeah and others could pull funding because of him. He’s not
onboard with the paranormal investigations but he supports it because Eve asked
him to. No matter what, he loves her.”

“Have you thought about syndication?”

“Sure, that and live shows on Samhain or Halloween,”
Remington said. “I want to take my team beyond New England and research places
such as Dare that haven’t been documented by other investigators and
overplayed.”

“What would her father do to Evelyn if she decided to stay
here longer?”

“He’d never hurt her. He might try to pressure her to leave
her teaching job in order to work for him, but she won’t fall for it. To him,
teaching is a hobby.”

“She teaches mini-semesters in the summer and winter months,
correct? That’s what I read on her bio posted on your website.”

“Yes, she does. She’s incredibly smart and puts a lot of
hard work into preparing for the classes.”

“When does the summer semester begin?”

“A week after her birthday,” Remy said.

“Okay, anything else I should know?”

“Yes, if I don’t get her home when promised, her daddy will
probably send the Maddox brothers to kick my ass.”

“I thought they were your friends.”

“They are, but if anyone they care about is in trouble, the
Maddox family comes out in droves.”

“Noted, though I’m not worried. Taran’s cool, and Sam’s
great.”

“Don’t you see? We have to be careful here. As much as Eve
resents her dad’s attempts to control who she dates or where she works, she
loves him.”

“She lost her mother. We can’t let her lose her father too.
You’re right to give me the rundown of the situation.”

“Eve and Bartholomew have a breast cancer research fund set up
in her mother’s name. She assists him in planning an annual walk-a-thon and a
special ball afterward.”