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“Hold him steady, Evelyn,” Jaxon crooned, fingers
withdrawing, leaving Remy ready and lubricated.

“I love you, Remy. I won’t let go. Ever,” she claimed.

A male hand rested at Remy’s hip, sliding upward to his rib
cage, caressing, soothing until his hand came to his shoulder, bracing him as
Jaxon’s smooth legs aligned on either side of Remy’s.

Jax’s body heat intensified, his grip tightening. “Hang on,
lovers.”

Unable to do much more than lay there wrapped in Eve’s arms,
feeling nothing but love and the snugness of her warm pussy, Remy felt the initial
prod of Jax’s cock in his ass, meeting up with natural resistance.

He was freed temporarily when Jaxon got up on his hands and
knees. A drizzle of lubricant met Remy’s asshole, tickling, distracting him.
Jaxon’s thumb spread the lube in and out, withdrew, his cock head replacing his
thumb, entering again, deeper, farther, pushing past the erotic burn.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me,” Remy shouted.

“You’re tight, lover. If I go fast, we’re all gonna be done
too soon.”

Lust filled him then, lust and hot, hard cock slickened with
a condom and extra lubricant. The burn of being penetrated took Remy’s breath,
robbing his heartbeat until he took control and pushed back against Jax, taking
his lover so deeply, soft testicles brushed his ass.

“That’s it. Take me into you. I’ve got you, Remington. We’ve
got you,” Jaxon whispered, working his cock in and out of Remy’s ass, driving
him mad, pushing his submissive buttons even as his dominant streak demanded he
stroke his dick in and out of Eve’s lush, tight pussy.

“Love you, Remy,” Eve assured in his ear. She in turn began
moving, taking his cock, giving him the kind of loving only she could provide,
hot, wet, beautifully silken and never ending.

The slap of Jax’s balls and uninhibited sounds of flesh
slapping flesh unleashed Remy’s masculine pride. Using his strength to lever
himself up enough to thrust back at Jaxon, he didn’t forget his woman.

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.