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Jax wanted to shove his fist up the fucker’s ass for doing
that to her. “Was he young, Evelyn?”

“We were seniors in high school. It was prom night. It’s
really, really stupid to even think about that now.”

“Aw, Eve, he was probably more embarrassed than you were. It
sounds as if he didn’t have much experience.”

“I blame alcohol and two awkward teenagers needing to fit in
with the crowd.”

“Peer pressure’s the downfall of many,” Remy told her. “Are
you still in touch with him?”

“You could say that. It was Matt Bucher,” she answered.

“The executive VP your father wants you to go out with?”
Remy demanded.

“Yes, and it wouldn’t be a shock at all if my dad wanted him
to take over Bailey’s role.”

“How do you feel about that?” Jax asked.

“For the most part, Matt’s a decent guy who’s put in the
time and energy to deserve his place in the company.”

“But you’re not interested in dating him?” Jax asked.

“I love Remy,” she stated, turning her eyes on Jax. “The
longer we stay here, the more likely I’ll fall for you. If that scares you off,
Jaxon, it’s a risk I’m prepared to take.”

“Good for you. Does your father know about the prom-date
fiasco?” Jax asked.

“That’s not exactly something I’d talk about with him, you
know? I’ve talked about first time experiences with my girlfriends. It’s silly
to think about it now, but I guess nerves and the newness of the three of us
together caused me to recall the past.”

Jax sat up, took Evelyn’s face in his hands and leaned into
her, kissing her soft mouth, opening her up for his tongue. Remington sat up
too, encircling her with his arms and dropping his head to the sweet spot on
her neck, kissing her there.

“We’ve got you, sugar,” Remy assured. “Jax and I will
protect you from the Matt Buchers of this world. Trust us.”

Easing back from their kiss, Jax studied her expression.
Love, that’s what resided there. Love for Remington remained in her eyes, as it
should be. Love for Jax as well. He didn’t quite know why that didn’t send him
packing, but he’d already decided to stay the course with his new lovers.

“I do. I’m sorry I brought one bad experience into this. I
shouldn’t have.”

“Baby girl, you can tell us anything. Anything,” Jax stated.
“Simply don’t lie. We’ll know if you do.”

“I won’t,” she replied, smiling. “You’re so handsome, Jaxon.
Can I kiss you again?”

“Yes, you may,” he said, pleased when she crawled on top of
him and touched her lips to his. Gathering her up close, he liked the way
Remy’s head rested on his shoulder while their woman kissed him.

It was intimate and sweet and she tasted minty and fresh,
all female, theirs. Lifting her head, she shifted to kiss Remy in kind, the two
sharing a French kiss that made Jax’s cock stir.

But it’d be a little while before they could go for round
two. Or was it three? He’d lost count.

Only after she finished kissing Remy did Jax shift her to
lie between them. Turning onto his side and facing her, he hugged her around
the middle and lowered his head to the pillows. Remy moved around and cuddled
up to her back, their arms crossing each other to hold onto her.

Remy held his lovers, amazed to be pressed up nice and close
to Eve’s ass while Jax was cuddled against her front, their arms linked, their
legs crossed over hers.

He didn’t know how long the three of them lay in the bed
without doing much more than breathing. Eve was taking a well-deserved nap and
Jax’s eyes were closed, but Remy didn’t think he was sleeping.

“Were you really a stripper, Jax?” he asked in a whisper.

Jax opened his eyes a tad, grinning before answering. “Yeah,
you okay with that?”

“Would you strip for us sometime?”

“Sure,” Jaxon agreed, grinning. “Thank you.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“For sharing Evelyn,” Jaxon answered. “She’s a keeper.”

“So you said before. Do you mean for both of us or just me?”

“Both. Before I met you and Evelyn, I’d have said lightning
can’t strike a person twice.”

“I know, Jax. I’m sorry if I’m pushing.”

“You’re not. We’ve got time to get to know each other, let’s
relax and enjoy it.”

“You’re not afraid, Jax?”

“Not as much as I was when we met.”

Remy shifted his arm, moving his hand to grip Jaxon’s right
shoulder. The heat of his skin was amazing, tempting. The vampire tattoo on his
skin felt as if it breathed whenever he flexed his muscles.

“You are a good man, Jaxon Wynter. A bad one would have put
Eve through too much too quickly.”

“I’m a really good Master. I know how much a sub can take at
the start and recognize when to pull back or proceed with her training. When
the time comes, you’re going to have to let her test her own boundaries. You
know that don’t you?”

Remy frowned, needing to let go of Jax in order to hold her
tighter. “Don’t hurt her during those sessions, Jaxon.”

“I thought you trusted me.”

“I do. It’s just that a friend of mine was the victim of an
abusive Dom.”

“Was he your lover?”

“No, but we were in the same BDSM club. His Master got off
on humiliating him. One night it was so bad, Gary collapsed after a
particularly brutal whipping and the Dom permitted others to urinate and jack
off on him. That’s when I knew he was a victim.”

“What did you do?”

“I picked him up and took him to the ER for medical
treatment. Needless to say, neither of us returned to that club.”

“You have my word as a Master of worth, I’ll never harm or
humiliate her. She’s precious to me, Remy.”

“I believe you,” Remy said, relieved for Eve’s sake and his.

Eve shifted, murmuring something sleepily. Her hand came up,
touching his and Jaxon’s. She didn’t speak, simply relaxed and sighed. They
rested like that for a little while. Ultimately, it was the call of nature that
got Remy climbing out of bed.

“Where are you going?” Jaxon murmured, causing Remy to turn
back. Eve remained in Jax’s arms, safe and sound. Her eyes were closed.

“Bathroom, be back in a bit,” he answered, heading into the
bathroom and closing the door.

After emptying his bladder, he went to the sink to wash his
hands, taking note of the wrapped full-sized bar of Dare Hotel and Spa soap.
The scent was desert flowers. He tore the wrapper off, sniffing.

It smelled flowery and girly, but he wasn’t deterred.
Soaking a washcloth in the sink, he ran it across the bar of soap, placed the
soap back on a dish and quickly scrubbed his underarms and groin clean, paying
particular attention to his foreskin and crown.

Once he was clean, he grabbed his deodorant stick and
reapplied it to his underarms. Unlike Jax, he had hair under his arms. Would
Eve mind if he shaved?

For the most part, he didn’t have a hairy chest or back or
anything. He liked his chest. Eve enjoyed resting her head on it. He didn’t
know how it happened or when, but she’d made him feel capable of sheltering her
from the cold and protecting her from men out to do her harm.

Jaxon Wynter didn’t make him feel gentle. If anything, Jax
made Remy want to fuck and test his own boundaries. How far would Jax push him?
How much would it take to make Jax switch? Thinking about the guy got his blood
pumping, his dick thickening up on cue.

Relying on the cold water to the groin trick, he curbed his
libido some, wrapping up with the towel he’d hung on a rack after his shower
and went back out to the bedroom, stopping in his tracks.

Jaxon sat up now, his back against the headboard. Eve’s head
rested on his lap, his hand combing through her long brunette hair. Violet eyes
met Remy’s, the power in Jaxon’s gaze nearly bowling him over despite the
distance.

No man should have eyes that beautiful. No man should hold
such sway over Remy’s needs. Yet even as he stood there, he was helpless.

His cock didn’t care it’d just gotten the cold water fix.
His balls tightened, his dick thickening up the longer he engaged in Jax’s
staring contest.

“You hungry?” he asked quietly, taking note that Eve was
conked out.

“Yes, I’m starving. Come on back to bed and I’ll eat you
up.”

“For food, Jax, I was thinking of calling room service.
We’ve got some sodas, lemons and apple ale in the fridge.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever works,” Jaxon answered. “Get something
for our little Evelyn. She’s going to need her strength.”

“We can’t let her get too sore to move. I want to fuck her
again.”

“Me too, believe me, I want to own her pussy.”

“You have to share her with me.”

“I know the rules, Remington,” Jax said.

Remy found the strength to move. Breaking eye contact first
was a sure sign that Jax had the upper hand. It didn’t matter to Remy. He had
to do something or the beautiful male stroking Eve’s hair was going to have his
ass wrecked.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, ignoring his boner and
strolling out of the bedroom and into the sitting room area.

The tiny kitchenette in the corner supported a fridge, a hot
plate, a sink, a small coffee pot, a stack of Styrofoam coffee cups and a
microwave. Going over to the fridge, he opened the door, plucked out three cold
sodas and put them on the counter.

Done with that, he went to the desk across the room to open
up a notebook of information about Dare. Inside was a room service menu. The
fruit and cheese platter looked good, easy and they could store the leftovers
easily in the refrigerator.

“What did you pick?” Jaxon asked, coming up behind him so
quietly Remy jumped.

“Jesus, don’t do that.”

“For a ghost hunter, you’re awfully jumpy,” Jax countered,
moving up close to Remy’s back, his left arm banding around Remy’s waist, his
right hand reaching for his cock.

“Wait,” Remy insisted, wanting to scoot away even as he
wanted to let the man jerk him off. “Wait!”

“Easy, lover, easy,” Jaxon soothed, stroking his cock with
the same slow rhythm he’d used on Eve’s hair. “You need to get used to me.”

“I am,” he said, lying through his teeth.

Jax’s hand was as smooth as a woman’s, and his nails were
buffed or something. His skin was baby-fine soft, he smelled godlike yet
utterly male. His muscles were firm, ripped and sculpted by a lot of hard work.

“Remy, what are you afraid of?” Jax asked, continuing his
gentle, insistent manipulation of Remy’s cock.

Remy rocked back, letting the shorter man hold onto him and
trusting he wouldn’t drop his ass on the carpeted floor. A rug burn was a fine
price to pay, but Remy knew he’d pay it a thousand times in order to have Jaxon
touching him.

“Not afraid,” Remy admitted. “Want you too much.”

“I want you too.” Jaxon eased in closer, his rampant cock
sliding right between the crack of Remy’s ass, the tempting glide of warm
pre-cum and slick cock head causing Remy’s dick to jump.

“Order the food,” his lover commanded. “It’ll take twenty
minutes to arrive.”

“Ah, Jax, I’m going to need more than twenty minutes to fuck
you.”

“You’re assuming my ass is getting claimed first?” Jax moved
his hips in a gyrating circle that drove Remy crazy. Every time he shifted or
thrust, Jax’s cock slid between Remy’s spread thighs, teasing his asshole,
prodding his balls, promising ecstasy.

Holy fuck! What the hell was that move?

“Where’d you learn that?” he demanded.

“This?” Jax did it again, his smooth-as-satin testicles
brushing Remy’s ass.

“Yes!”

“Sort of a reverse lap dance,” Jax answered.

“You pulling stripper moves on me, handsome?”

“Yes, you complaining, stud?”

“No.”

“Then place the order and we’ll have some fun. Room service
number is three.”

Remy reached for the phone, miraculously finding it. He
pushed the number three. A man with a thick Italian accent answered, but just
as Remy was about to speak, Jax began jacking his dick something fierce, his
grip proving soft hands didn’t hide strength.

Wanting to growl, he thrust into Jax’s hand even as he
muttered something he hoped meant fruit and cheese platter for three.

“Tell Maurizio to add a huge bowl of whipped cream with the
fruit,” Jax said.

“You know his name?” Remy questioned, a rush of jealousy
slicing through him as sharply as a knife to the gut.

“I know everyone in Dare. Not intimately, don’t worry. I’m
yours and Evelyn’s.”

“Damn straight,” Remy growled, not caring if Maurizio heard
him. “Make that a double order of whipped cream with the fruit, please.”

“That’s my man,” Jax praised, easing his grip on Remy’s
cock. “Thank Maurizio for rushing the order.”

“I didn’t rush it.”

“Thank him,” Jax repeated, shifting attention to Remy’s balls.
Feeling the back of his head fall backward only to land on a hard male
shoulder, he didn’t fight the hand that caressed him exactly fucking right!

Jax knew how much pressure Remy’s balls could take. He
wasn’t cruel, he manipulated, stroked, slowly turning attention to Remy’s
crown, strumming him.

“Thank you for rushing the order. Extra tip will be included
in the bill, Maurizio.”

“Hang up and turn around.”

Remy did so, but he didn’t turn around. “We can’t do this
yet, Jax. Not without Eve.”

“We need to ease the tension between us. If we don’t, we’ll
go at it without care for the condoms and lube in the other room.”

“We can’t fuck bareback.”

“I agree, lover mine. Turn around, face me.” Jax drew back
far enough for Remy to face the man he desperately wanted.

Remy started when Jax laid his hands against his face,
holding him that way for a long time. Violet eyes grew warm, intense but
loving.

There wasn’t a rush now. Not in the gentle tightening of
Jax’s fingers against his jaw or the pull that drew Remy forward, his head
dipping to steal a kiss from Jax’s lips. The kiss was hot, addictive in its
intensity.

Remy moved, encircling Jax with his arms and drawing him in
close to his naked body. Their mouths met in a fierce French kiss, their bodies
so close together that their cocks touched.

“Damn, that feels good,” he admitted when Jax freed his
mouth long enough to catch a breath.

Jaxon grinned and set a slow grinding rhythm, his cock
sliding against Remy’s. It was sublime. The smoothness of the other man’s cock
and groin was indescribably right, compelling Remy to grind faster.

“Now you’re giving me a lap dance,” Jax told him, his hand
falling to Remy’s ass to grab hold and control the way he moved.

“Don’t we need to be sitting for that?”

“Just move, Remington, just move.”

Remy did so, loving cock-to-cock fucking. Jax wedged one
hand between their waists, grabbing their dicks and tightening his grip, making
things that much sweeter.

“You have such a big cock, I’m gonna need your help here,”
Jaxon admitted.

“Can’t wait to fuck you with it,” Remy challenged.

Freeing up his left hand, Remy placed his hand around Jax’s
cock. Together, their hands slid up and down their cocks while their hips
ground against one another, finding accord.

“Kiss me again,” Jax asked rather than demanded.

“Yes,” Remy agreed, lowering his head and claiming Jax’s
mouth, stabbing his tongue deep.

The sweet unmistakable scent of a woman came to Remy,
distracting him even as Jaxon drew back to allow Remy to look over. Leaning
back against the bedroom doorway, Eve watched, her eyes widened in awe not
anger.

“Eve,” he murmured. “Come here.”

“No, this time’s just for you and Jaxon.”

“You can be with us any time you want, baby girl.”

“Finish each other off. That’s an order,” she insisted,
tapping her foot.

Jaxon laughed. “She’s skirting dangerously close to a
spanking, don’t you think, Remy?”

“Let’s come first,” he insisted.

“At your command,” Jax agreed, resuming his grip on Remy’s
shaft.

Thrusting and jerking each other off mercilessly, their mouths
crashed together. Remy was sure he’d have a fat lip along with a happy cock
after this. Not that he cared.

All that seemed to matter was the continuous drive to get
the other to come first. Remy wasn’t sure which of them would win, but judging
the amount of pre-cum dampening Jax’s cock head, it wasn’t going to be long
before he did.

Using it to his advantage, Remy gathered up Jax’s pre-cum,
rubbing it all over his erection, joining it with his. Strange though it might
be, it was his masculine attempt to stamp ownership.

Jax began humping him faster, jerking him harder. Remy gave
the same attention, even as his balls drew taut and cum raced forth. Together
they came, semen spurting.

Tension eased for the time being, they slumped together,
holding each other up. A gentle hand touched Remy’s back, Eve’s hand. Using his
clean right hand, he reached back, caught her and brought her into their inner
circle.

She nestled up against Jax’s back, wrapping her arms around
him and resting her hands on Remy’s hips. “That was beautiful,” she whispered.