MenageaDare (29 page)

“Jaxon, Eve and I aren’t out to hurt you. You don’t have to
be afraid of us.”

“It’s not that. I’m afraid of betraying Gemma and Niko.”
Jax’s voice became sadder, his heartache very real. “I can’t forget them. It’d
be the worst kind of betrayal.”

“You still love them. That’s okay. It’s normal. You can’t
forget love, not if it’s real.”

“What do I do, Remy?”

“Talk to them,” Remy suggested.

“You mean pray?”

“Pray, go to their gravesites, church or wherever you feel
closer to Niko and Gemma. Have they ever visited you in your dreams or at your
house?”

Jax shook his head. “No. Why do you think?”

“I don’t know your partners well enough to answer that with
more than a guess, but it could be that they are at peace and want you to
continue living.”

“Would you mind helping me talk to them? Is that too much to
ask?”

“No, babe, it’s not too much.”

“Oh, babe again, is it?” Jax asked, placing his hand over
Remy’s and smiling.

“Would you prefer honey, sweetheart or sweetie-pie?” Remy
suggested, leaning close to Jax and kissing him.

“I don’t care. As long as you call me yours, I’ll be a happy
man.”

“And Eve?”

“She makes me want to be a better man. It’s because of her
that I wrote today. I don’t know if that means my writer’s block is busted
permanently, but it’s a scene that wouldn’t have been written before she came
into my life. She’s my muse now, Remy.”

“That’s awesome. Let’s enjoy the chance to get to know each
other, worry free. It’s the honeymoon stage, you know? Soon we’ll argue over
something stupid or we’ll forget to put the toilet seat down and Eve will snap
at us for it. After we talk things out, we’ll have incredible threesome makeup
sex.”

Laughing, Jax grabbed Remy and wrestled him down on the bed,
pinning him by climbing onto Remy’s chest.

“That’s quite a move, my man,” Remy said.

“You’re not the only one with clever moves,” Jax said.
“Don’t underestimate a dancer’s ability to outmaneuver a bigger man.”

“Is there a reason for the aggression or are you simply glad
to see me?”

“Glad to see you. And I wanted to remind you that tonight
your ass is mine. Look at it as retaliation for the pounding you gave me this
morning. Damn near killed me.”

“You loved having my big cock in your ass,” Remy stated.

“I did. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to top you again. Plus, we
need to introduce Evelyn to more than a thin vibe and fingers.”

“She took that toy very well.”

“Eve’s incredibly responsive and open to trying anything.”

“Now that I’ve topped you, Jax, do you think you’ll ever
completely switch and submit to me? I’m under no delusion that you weren’t
topping from the bottom.”

“Yes, I’ll sub for you.”

“Will you mind if Eve observes or participates?”

“If she wishes it,” Jax answered. “She has to be trained
first.”

“Fair enough,” Remy said.

“I want to be your Master too, Remington.”

“I don’t need training. I know the rules.”

“Not mine yet,” Jax corrected. “Are you prepared to let me
do naughty things to your dick and ass?”

“As long as you aren’t cruel, yes,” Remy agreed.

“Think you’ll ever let me shave your testicles?”

“I’m closer to saying yes than no,” he answered.

“Fisting, yes, maybe or never in a gazillion years?”

Remy squirmed a little bit. Taking a man’s fist up his ass
would be a first for him. If Jax did it, he’d likely submit to it.

“Remington, answer me.”

“Never tried it,” he confessed.

“Sounding,” Jax said.

“Hell no, you’re not shoving a metal rod up my penis.”

“Okay, cross that one off.”

“Why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours to work?” Remy
proposed.

“I am. We’re negotiating.”

“I’m aware of what we’re doing.”

“Then why ask if you know?”

Remy used all of his strength to propel Jax off him, flipped
him face down on the bed and pressed him down into the mattress with his bigger
body.

“Because you drive me fucking insane thinking of all the
ways I’m going to fuck you in the future,” Remy growled, shoving Jax’s long
hair out of his way with his nose and burying his head into the crook of the
man’s neck.

Finding the mark Eve left on their lover’s skin, he bit
down, establishing his own set of dominance and potential ownership. Switches
had the fun of dominating or subbing. Right now, Remy was all about dominance.

“If you fuck me now, we’ll be too tired and sore later,” Jax
warned.

“As much as I want to fuck you now, Jax, I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve decided the best leverage is making you wait
until after our dinner date with Hazard and Avery.”

“You’re going to get it later,” Jax warned. “Wait and see.”

“Only if you tie my wrists and ankles,” Remy countered. “I
don’t plan to go down without a fight.”

“You’re going down, so far down that my cock’s going to fill
your throat.”

“Promises, promises,” Remy returned, not sure when he’d had
so much fun with a lover other than Eve.

It was true his love for her was softer, gentler, but no
less powerful or important than what he felt for Jax. He needed Jax’s dominance
as much as he needed Eve’s tendency for submission. Once she was trained, his
lovers would feed his switch’s needs beautifully.

Thinking of all the ways they’d fuck in the future, Remy
heard the bathroom door open. Eve came into the bedroom, her familiar tropical
scent tickling his nose.

“You two remind me of wolves fighting for the right to claim
the pack,” Eve said, laughing softly.

Remy pushed himself off Jax to let the other man crawl out
and rest back against the headboard.

“Are you aware that packs are frequently ruled by a female,
baby girl?”

“I’ve heard that,” she answered.

“Good, then you know who really calls the shots between the
three of us,” Jax said. “Now come here, you’ve been gone too long.”

“But you said dinner is at seven and I need to get dressed.”

“We have forty-five minutes,” Remy said after checking the
bedside clock. “Join us, sugar.”

Eve grinned, pushed off the doorjamb and walked across the
floor as if she owned it. Maybe she did. She was beautiful, confident and
determined to tease them by skirting the bed in favor of the closet.

Jax didn’t hesitate to launch himself off the bed with a
nimbleness that shouldn’t be human, landing precisely in her path. Remy moved a
little slower, placing himself behind her.

“Don’t get me all messy, gentlemen. I’ve washed up and smell
decent again.”

“Are you saying we stink, Evelyn?” Jax questioned.

“No, I’d simply like to get dressed and look pretty for my
dates. I also need to check in back home, make sure my dad is okay.”

“In that case,” Remy said, “kiss us and we’ll get out of
your hair, so to speak. Later, we can’t make promises.”

“Whatever you two do, better make it count,” she stated,
letting Remy hold her in place for Jax to kiss her.

The sounds of French kissing teased Remy’s spent cock but he
needed more recovery time. Tugging them apart, he turned Eve to him, kissing
her mouth gently. Letting her go, he ushered her off toward the closet.

“Want to join me in the shower, babe?” he asked Jax.

“Thought you’d never ask, sweetie,” Jax agreed, swatting
Remy’s ass hard enough to sting.

“Careful, Jax, we don’t have time to play.”

“Maybe not, but if it makes your cock hard, I’m going to
find all sorts of ways to tease you.” Remy didn’t argue. He continued to the
bathroom, Jax at his side.

Monday morning, Eve woke up in the enormous bed she now
shared with her men feeling both grumpy and tired. While she was eager to
explore Jaxon’s home because she hadn’t had time when they arrived late last
night, she decided to snuggle with her guys for a little while.

But despite her wish to sleep in, she couldn’t stay still
long enough to doze. Why, she hadn’t yet determined until she realized the bed
was shaking with the force of a small earthquake.

That only meant one thing. Remy and Jaxon woke up horny,
again.

Usually, she was the recipient of their attention and she
wasn’t going to complain, but given that she was feeling bloated, her breasts
were achy and she was craving something salty and sweet, she was PMSing
big-time.

Opening her eyes, she discovered Remy was currently trying
to crank Jax’s legs up over his broad shoulders, only to be outmaneuvered by an
incredibly flexible man with a dancer’s body. One second Remy almost won, a
breath later, he was pinned beneath Jaxon.

“Count to three, lover mine, and I’ll make you feel real
good,” Jax promised, his dark, seductive voice shifting to an enticing purr.

“Can I watch or would you two prefer the bed to yourselves?”
Eve asked.

Two pairs of eyes turned in her direction. Jaxon’s pierced
her soul each and every time he looked at her. Remy’s melted her heart. She
adored them. They were very different and yet complemented each other quite
well.

“Stay, have some fun with our big bad ghost hunter, love,”
Jax said.

“I thought he was going to comb through EVPs and video from
this weekend’s hunt while I work on your family tree,” she replied.

“I also intend to write for a few hours, but it can wait
until after we fuck Remington. Come on, help me,” Jax invited.

Wide awake now, she sat up, the luxuriously soft bedcovers
falling off her, exposing her breasts, which she thought looked a little
fuller. Her nipples grew taut under the heat in Jaxon and Remy’s gazes.

“If you two aren’t careful, I’m tying you up together the
way I did Saturday night,” Remy warned, trying in vain to escape Jaxon’s
clutches.

Eve was pretty sure Remy wanted to be trapped. Otherwise,
he’d turn the tables on their man and fuck him as beautifully as he had after
their ghost hunt Saturday night.

Holy cow, after a hunt Remy was extremely sexy. He’d been in
control, demanding and conquering Jaxon and Eve’s teasing pleas for mercy. It’d
been the first time she’d witnessed him dominate a scene, one the men
negotiated in such a way that wouldn’t frighten her but instead educate her.

“Good luck trying with your wrists bound to your ankles,”
Jaxon said coaxingly. “Evelyn, in that side drawer there are two sets of cuffs,
can you get them for me?”

“Yes, Master Jax,” she answered, curbing her need to submit
to the masterful tone Jaxon used with Remy. The longer they remained lovers,
the more comfortable she’d become thinking of him as her Master.

Though she hadn’t had time to venture to any of his
playrooms or dungeons, she was more inclined now to enter one now that she knew
Jaxon wasn’t a cruel or mean person. Plus, watching Jaxon and Remy engage in
scenes and lightly participating thus far was fun, an adventure all on its own.

Scrambling to her knees, she shifted across the bed. She’d
no idea beds could be this big. They hadn’t arrived at the mountain house until
nearly one in the morning, giving her no time to explore or really examine the
master bedroom. All she’d known was the bathroom and the bed.

As for the bed, it was the size two queen mattresses joined
together with a massive black carved wooden head and footboards, a super-comfy
memory foam-gel mattress topper and a sturdy frame. Eve had to use a step
ladder to climb up into the thing that’d looked as if it belonged in a Gothic
mansion.

The covers were a combination of black and pewter. Six
king-sized pillows were stuffed along the headboard and three gray throws were
neatly folded at the bottom. There’d been a bunch of decorative pillows that’d
gotten tossed off the bed.

Thinking on it, she recalled the thick carpeting matched the
pewter in the bed sheets. The walls of the room were a combination of sandstone
and wood, the ceiling was vaulted with gorgeous exposed wooden beams.

“Did you have this bed made?” she asked Jaxon. “It’s bigger
than any king-sized bed I’ve ever seen or been in.”

“Yes, I like space to fuck my lovers,” Jaxon answered.
“Hurry or he’s going to buck me off and there’s no telling what’ll happen if he
switches back to dominant.”

“Got that right,” Remy grumbled, trying once again to wedge
himself up off the mattress only to have Jaxon settle him down by nibbling the
side of his neck.

Eve was a bit jealous at that. She loved, loved, loved when
Jax or Remy nibbled on her throat. She didn’t much care that she had bite marks
there and anyone who looked close enough could see them.

Marks meant she’d been well and truly fucked by two gorgeous
men. Looking down at her breasts, she noticed the tell-tale imprint of Jaxon’s
harsher suck mark on the upper swell of her left breast, very close to her
crescent-shaped birthmark.

Her right breast tingled, her nipple aching from the
attention Remy bestowed on her hours before. She’d loved every suck, nibble and
lick. If she weren’t careful, they’d devour her. Then again, what better way to
go?

“Evelyn, are you all right, love?” Jaxon asked after she
remained quiet.

“Sorry, I’m fine,” she murmured, shaking her head.

Quickly moving to the bedside table that was on a mini-dais
to keep it level with the bed, she opened the top drawer and found a plethora
of sex toys and fun bondage equipment, among them two pairs of Velcro cuffs.

She took them out, examining them and wondering how she’d
look bound hand and foot. Bondage intrigued her. There were so many ways and
forms, she was anxious to learn them with her men, instinctively certain they’d
take care of her every sexual need.

“Good girl,” Jaxon praised, causing her heart to flutter
crazily.

“Jax, do something. I’m desperate here,” Remy groused.

“Count to three and I’ll put you in a better position,”
Jaxon replied.

Remy grumbled, groaning some before finally counting to
three. He did it fast but didn’t attempt to flip himself over.

“Beautiful,” Jaxon stated, easing up. “Thank you, Remington,
are you willing to get on your knees, forehead on the bed, your arms flush
along your body with your hands at the ankles?”

“You can’t be serious,” Eve argued, not sure someone as big
and built as Remy could do that.

“Evelyn, you’re concern for him is understandable,” Jax said
patiently. “Watch and learn. Remington and I are negotiating. I promise that I
would never hurt him or you.”

“It’s okay, sugar,” Remy murmured, though he spoke softly.
“I’m willing to submit. It is a gift that I’m giving to Master Jax.”

“I understand.” Inclining her head, Eve said nothing more.
She hadn’t been told to look up, causing her to listen to the sounds of Remy’s
rustling around. She couldn’t believe it. It sounded as if he’d complied with
Jaxon’s directions.

“I’ll take the cuffs now, baby girl. Lift your eyes. When
you are in my dungeon, drop to a soft mat on the floor and assume this same
position. You don’t move until I tell you that you can or you say your
safeword. Start thinking of one; Remington’s is razor, isn’t that right, lover
mine?”

“Yes, Master Jax,” Remy agreed.

“I will,” she agreed, raising her eyes to her lover’s and
handing the restraints to Jaxon.

“Kiss me good morning before we proceed,” Jaxon requested,
expectation in his intense gaze.

Eve crawled up to him and he took the cuffs from her. He
grinned, drawing her in without doing anything more than that. When she was
close enough, she kissed his lips. He tasted minty and chocolaty.

When he drew back, she looked over at the table on his side
of the bed, seeing the bowl of Peppermint Patties they’d brought from the hotel
room.

“May I have a treat, Master Jax?” she asked.

“Yes, you may. I’m proud of you. You’ve learned a lot over
the last few days and nights together.”

“Thank you.”

He nodded, spreading himself out long enough to grab a candy
and offer it to her.

“Here’s your candy, love. I’m going to truss up our Remy.”

“I could get out of this anytime, Master,” Remy warned, his
voice muffled by the mattress.

“You could but you won’t,” Jax countered, lovingly smoothing
his hand over Remy’s perfect ass. “You want to submit to me, don’t you?”

Eve unwrapped and popped the mini-candy in her mouth. In the
time it took her to swallow, Jaxon had bound Remy’s wrists to his ankles. She
studied the position so that when she was in Jaxon’s dungeon she could copy it
correctly.

“Still want to help me, Evelyn?” Jaxon asked.

“Yes, please.”

Jaxon scooted to his side of the bed, opened the top drawer
and brought out a bottle of lubricant and a dildo about six inches in length.
He handed it Eve.

“Lube that up really good, the more the better for him,”
Jaxon explained.

Eve clutched the dildo and the lubricant, her hands shaking
a little from excitement. Getting herself together, she flipped open the top of
the bottle, squeezing a generous amount onto the toy penis. It was soft and
pliable, feeling real enough that she stroked it with care.

“Is this enough?” she asked.

“Looks good. Fuck Remington with it, carefully,” Jax
encouraged, stroking his erection as she played with the dildo. “You can add
more as needed.”

“Me? I don’t know how to do that.”

“Sure you do,” Jax coaxed. “Ask him if you can fuck him.”

“May I fuck you, Remy?”

“Please, Eve, please,” Remy granted. Mumbled though it was,
he sounded as if he was onboard with this.

Eve positioned herself behind Remy, marveling at how
beautiful he looked bound. He didn’t appear hurt. He wasn’t complaining. In
fact, he was compliant and seemed ready for whatever Jax decreed to be done for
him.

Based on Remy’s own admission that he wanted to submit to
Jaxon, she was fascinated and awed by what she witnessed. Oh how she’d love to
have Master Jax truss her up and fuck her blind.

But they were a long way from that and right now she needed
to concern herself with Remy. This was her chance to fuck him. Eagerly, she
grasped the dildo by its balls-base, using the head to tease the crack of his
ass. She didn’t penetrate him. She played.

“Eve, sugar, don’t leave me hanging,” Remy murmured, moving
a little. Jaxon stayed at Remy’s side, stroking his back, arms and shoulders.
“I want it, give it to me.”

“Go on, love,” Jaxon urged, running his hand down Remy’s
spine to his butt, his long fingers dipping between Remy’s ass cheeks and
splitting them wider. With invitation granted, she applied more lube to the
dildo before setting the bottle aside and attempting to breach Remy with the
toy penis.

Remy huffed into the sheets. His wrists were bound to his
ankles, but his hands clenched, released, clenched, the head of the dildo
breaching the tight ring of his sphincter. He huffed deeper, groaning, pushing
himself back against the dildo, taking it into his body.

“Oh yeah, yeah, sugar,” Remy murmured, his breathing evening
out.

“Fuck him harder. You’re not hurting him, you’re pleasuring
him,” Jax explained.

The bed shifted a little under Jax’s movements. He was doing
something between his legs. Turning her head, she saw Jax shifted closer to
her, his cock covered with a condom.

As told, she began thrusting the dildo in and out of Remy’s
ass, marveling at the depth with which he accepted it. Six inches of cock was
inside of him and he’d started moving as much as his crouched position allowed.

Feeling giddy and excited, she started when Jaxon’s hand
came to hers, helping her fuck Remy. Together they found an accord, developing
a rapport that conveyed trust.

“You like being fucked, don’t you, lover?” Jaxon asked Remy.

“Yes, dammit, yes,” Remy admitted. “Fuck me for real, Jax.
Let me up so we can go at it.”

Jax responded by giving Remy a firm-handed spanking, the
slapping sounds reverberating around the room. Before Eve’s very eyes, Remy’s
ass became hot pink, his dark moans of pleasure muffled by the bedcovers.

Between spanks, Jaxon reached underneath Remy’s body, his
hand and arm moving, indicating he was stroking Remy’s erection. It was
incredible to witness and Eve became so aroused, she knew if she touched her
pussy, her fingers would be drenched.

“Yeah, nice and hard, it’s beautiful, Remington.” Jaxon
changed something up and a muffled slapping sound ensued, causing Remy to get a
charge out of it and growl into his pillow.

“Reach under him, Eve. Feel his cock with me.”

Eve pushed the dildo as deep as it could go into Remy’s ass
before letting go and wedging her hand between Remy’s groin and the bed. His
cock was dripping with pre-cum, harder than steel, his balls so taut she
worried he’d be in pain.

“Hard as a pole,” she said, teasing Remy’s testicles with
her nails. He huffed again, apparently enjoying how she played with him. She
repeated it, being careful not to harm.

“Remington, I’m going to free you. You’re to lift yourself
up to allow our baby girl to crawl underneath of you, her head facing your groin.
She’ll deep throat you, isn’t that right, love?”

“I would love to, Master Jax,” she agreed, having gotten
more accustomed to Remy’s generous size and girth since they’d become lovers.

In short order, Jaxon released Remy’s wrists and ankles,
cast the cuffs aside and helped her shift into place beneath Remy so she could
give him a blowjob.