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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?”

“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.”

“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.

Once she reached his pulse, she bit him. Violet eyes went
wide with shock before they glossed over as Eve latched on, sucking on his neck
so strongly she had to be leaving a hickey.

“That’s my baby girl, brand me,” Jax uttered, submitting to
her, the sounds of her sucking working magic on Remy’s libido.

He couldn’t fuck for a while, but it was fun watching Eve ease
up on Jax’s throat, sitting up to wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. She
looked incredibly sexy, resembling a creature of the night.

Propping himself up on his elbow to watch them, he witnessed
something he’d never forget. Jax gave himself over to Eve’s seduction. She’d
collapsed back on top of him, kissing her way to his nipple. Jax’s hips arced
off the bed, his cock stirred.

Eve kissed a trail down Jax’s body, progressing toward his
cock. Jax wasn’t ready to fuck yet, but that didn’t stop Eve. She was
determined to get their man stone-hard. Remy decided to join the effort.

“Suck me until I’m hard enough to fuck you and Remy again,”
he implored harshly, bucking up at Eve.

“Both of us at once?” she questioned, pausing in her
pursuit.

“Yes,” Jax said.

“Damn straight,” she replied, sighing and dropping her head
to his cock, giving Jax’s rod a good long lick from root to tip.

Remy growled in longing. Crawling down to the bottom of the
bed, he crouched beside Eve, grasping Jax’s cock and spanning the base with a
tight grip, working him, stroking him.

Jax’s cock began thickening. Eve continued her efforts,
licking and sucking while Remy fisted their lover’s shaft. She drew off, taking
a turn at jerking Jax and giving Remy the opportunity to work his man out with
his mouth.

Taking their time as told and out of human necessity for a
man’s recovery time, they finally won, having in their hands and mouth an
incredibly hard, beautiful cock to suck and fuck.

“Up you two,” Jax suddenly commanded, in full control. As
one, Remy and Eve sat up, waiting for their Master’s next command.

“Remington, lay down face up, Eve lay on top of him, looking
at the ceiling,” Jax told them.