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As Eve lay there a quiet sigh spilled from her lips, a sexy
flush sweeping over her skin. Her nipples taut, begging for a kiss, she was
more tempting than a Playboy bunny.

Promising himself to kiss her all over, he looked around for
the condom, found it and placed it in her hands.

“Take care of that,” he insisted. “If you feel the need to
see, drop the packet. Okay?”

“Yes, I’m good, Remy. I trust you. The camper’s warm, the
bed is soft. I want you. Please play with me.”

“As my woman wants,” he said, moving around so he could
straddle her.

Lowering his head, he kissed her, starting off gently so as
not to scare her. As soon as she relaxed, he traced the shape of her mouth with
his tongue. Liking the way she followed his lead, he let his tongue delve
inside.

Eve’s tongue darted away from his, challenging him even
though he was topping her. Taking her up on it, he caught her tongue, sucking
on it. Intentionally shifting to notch his iron-hard cock up against her
silken-wet slit, he enjoyed her little mews and pleas to move.

Giving her what she wanted without entering her, he eased
off kissing her and glanced up to be certain she still had the condom. She did.
Not until she let go of it and the condom was in place would he take her.

Proud of her, he wanted her to know it. Slowly, he dotted
kisses all over her face, tracing them down her chin to her throat. Cruising
his way down her body, he halted when he reached her breasts.

“You are the perfect woman for me, Eve,” he complimented,
bowing his head to lick and tease her erect nipple.

She arched into his mouth, intentionally pushing her breast
deeper. Sucking on her as strongly as she seemed to want, he set her off. She
keened, undulated and purred same as a kitten.

“I love everything about you, Remington,” she whispered,
tossing her head side to side while he drew strongly on her taut,
raspberry-colored flesh.

“Everything about me?” he asked upon freeing her nipple, for
once not freaking out at what it meant to be with her. “I’m far from perfect,
sugar, but I aim to do right by you. Understand what I’m saying?”

“Think you’re telling me that you’re planning to be true to
me,” she answered. “That’s great, but Remy, don’t stop being you. You’re
attracted to men and women equally. I know, I understand.”

The bravest woman he’d ever known lay beneath him, offering
more than her body. She was offering her heart, her trust, her faith.

“There’s no other woman I’d trust my heart to, Eve.”

Turning his head to kiss and lick her other nipple, he took
his time teasing her. Eve’s moans did a fancy two-step on his gonads,
threatening to be his undoing. He couldn’t let go yet. There was more to do
before he untied her wrists.

Freeing her nipple, he looked at what he’d done. Both of her
breasts were moist from his mouth, her nipples tight. Arousal colored her
lovely skin.

She had a dusting of freckles on her nose and an adorable
little birthmark in the shape of a crescent moon on the upper swell of her left
breast. She was exquisitely made, feminine, pretty, a woman he was proud to
call his own.

Wanting to worship her, he continued his trek down her
slender body, taking note of the flatness of her abdomen and subtle flare of
her hips. She had a fabulous ass, though at the moment he could only reach
underneath of her to squeeze the twin globes.

With his hands tucked beneath her butt, he scooted farther
down, hoisting her up enough to expose her pussy. Her cunt was rosy-pink,
almost the same color as her nipples and areolas, glistening wet, unfurled.
Needing to taste her, he inclined his head, licking her folds, finding her
clit.

Eve’s legs trembled. “Um-hmm, oh, Remy, yeah, I like that.”

“Keep holding that condom,” he said, having eased off her
long enough to speak then went right back to work. He didn’t go for gentle or
sweet. He went for maximum pleasure, hers.

Zeroing in her clit, he tongued her relentlessly. She moaned
and groaned, trying her best to scrabble for better purchase with her feet on
the bed, but he’d positioned himself to keep her dependent on him.

The only part of her he’d permitted to move were her hips
whenever he stroked his tongue up and down her clitoris. Switching things up a
little by gripping her bottom with only one hand, he used his dominant left
hand to trail along the crack of her ass, deliberately teasing her tight
asshole.

“Remy, Remy, wait,” she objected, tensing right up on him.

Easing off at her request, he shifted her in order to run
his tongue through her labia, licking and gently nipping. As soon as she
relaxed her guard, he continued teasing her asshole with his middle finger.

“I’ve never done anal or anything close,” she said.

“Okay, we’ll slow it down. I’ll stop.” he assured.

“No, no, it’s just that I’m nervous. Will it hurt?”

“Only if I fucked you without preamble or preparation and
we’re not going anywhere near that tonight,” he promised. “If you relax, I can
tease you with my finger and tongue. If it’s uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding and still beautiful blindfolded.

Carefully, he shifted his hand, gently fingering her vagina
long enough to get his fingertips good and damp. Withdrawing, he trailed his
hand back to where he wanted it, resuming his seduction.

“Let me in, Eve. Relax, take a little at a time,” he
murmured softly, hoping he didn’t frighten her off anal sex for good. It was a
definite kink of his and something he’d want to share with her if she were
willing.

“Don’t hurt me, Remy,” she implored.

“Won’t hurt you, lover,” he vowed, feeling her tighten up.
“What’s the matter?”

“I’m your lover. I’m still taking it all in.”

“Take it all, for as long as you want, I’m yours,” he
assured, going back to tonguing her pussy right as his slick middle finger
rimmed her asshole.

Eve went into berserker mode, thrusting herself up at him
and taking his finger into her tight hole, crying out in pleasure. Her whole
body shook, her pussy spurting in a rush.

Drinking her up, he loved how hot she’d become with the
finger play. He loved it even more when he shifted up to his knees to give her
freedom to buck as he fingered her tight ass.

A condom packet plunked him in the head. Her point made
crystal clear, he swiftly rose up on his haunches.

“You want the blindfold on, Eve?”

“Don’t care. Fuck me now or I cut you off until morning.”

“Can’t have that.” Onboard completely, he zipped open the
foil packet and took out the condom, swiftly rolling it onto his dick.

“Flip over,” he told her, tapping her hip to get her moving.
“All fours, Eve, I’m fucking you from behind.”

“Take me, Remy. Make sure the whole campground hears us
fucking.”

“Sassy little thing,” he playfully rebuked.

With his assistance, Eve maneuvered around until she was on
all fours, presenting herself to him. Moving up behind her, he smoothed his
hand over her fine ass.

Skimming his fingers to her hips, he braced her and thrust,
his cock finding the warm, tight haven of her pussy. In an instant, his balls
drew taut to his body, warning he was already close to coming.

Stilling, mainly to allow her body to adjust to his claim,
he swept his hands up and down her sides, seeking to comfort her, but she
didn’t show any sign of pain or fear. Her inner walls tightened around him, her
hips shifting slightly, invitingly.

“Remy,” she murmured, thrusting back at him when he withdrew
in order to find her hot sheath again and drive himself home. “Move, dammit. I
need you.”

Grasping her hair with his left hand to keep her right where
he wanted, he fucked her as hard as she’d demanded. Eve didn’t show fear, not
in the slightest. She fucked him right back, challenging him as no other woman
had done before.

Knowing he’d found a treasure, he wanted to howl to the
moon. Her cunt felt fantastic, the ultra-sheer condom allowing for maximum
pleasure.

Ultimately Eve’s hand left the mattress, disappearing
between her thighs. Realizing she was rubbing her clit, he felt her pussy clamp
down hard on his dick. Not caring about anything else, he welcomed the telltale
tightness in his balls.

“I’m gonna come, sugar,” he warned, coming so hard and fast
he saw stars. It wasn’t until he collapsed on top of her when he realized her
arms had given out and she didn’t move.

“Eve, did I hurt you?” he demanded, ready to jump up.

“Hmm, not hurt, don’t want to move,” she uttered into her
pillow. “Never been fucked like that. Want to savor it.”

“Doggie style?” he asked.

“Like I meant something… like you’d never get enough…of me.”

“You mean everything to me,” he assured, shifting off her.
Removing her blindfold, he tossed it to the bottom of the bed and spooned up to
her. “Turn around, face me.”

She did so without second thought. She looked exactly as
he’d wanted her to look, sexy, hair tangled and wild.

“You’ve given me an amazing gift tonight, your heart. Mine
is here, open, willing to be yours, Evelyn.” Placing his hand over his chest,
he tapped his heart then turned his hand and touched hers.

Eve grinned softly, leaning in close and kissing him. “I adore
you, all parts of you. Like you, my heart is big, open to all possibilities in
our future.”

Wrapping one arm around her, he went to his back, taking her
with him. He didn’t bother with the sleeping bag. The heater kept the small
camper warm enough and her body heat was comforting.

“You do know I don’t have nearly enough marks?” she murmured
into the crook of his neck, kissing his skin. His spent cock perked up some. As
much as he wanted to fuck her again, he knew it’d be a little while before that
was possible.

“I’ll have to remedy that soon as I can,” he replied, subtly
reaching down to remove the condom, breaking contact with her long enough to
put it in the small trashbin.

Easing back down, he grinned when she sighed and snuggled
in, practically climbing on top of him.

“Before we get to love bites and scratches, let’s hold each
other and talk,” he said.

“What do you want to talk about?” she asked quietly,
sounding content, satisfied.

“Tell me why you chose to teach mini-semesters on the
college level.”

“I like the short, eight-week courses,” she said. “There’s
the occasional student who simply wants to get their history credit done with
quickly, but most are adults returning to college or attending for the first
time.”

“Do you ever think about teaching at the university level?”

“Actually, I’ve been looking into earning my doctorate for
that very reason.”

“That’s great, tell me more.”

She did exactly that, giving him details about her academic
goals that he should have asked about by now. Crazily enough, he knew her
favorite flavor of ice cream was vanilla fudge. Her favorite movie star was
Hugh Jackman and her favorite color was the same as his, red.

Hearing about her plans for the future was essential. She
was proud of what she’d accomplished, admitted she’d like to have a tenured
position on the university level. Maybe in New England, maybe elsewhere,
depending upon what school hired her.

The possibility that she might leave Massachusetts scared
him a little. But he wouldn’t begrudge her for having career goals. He had more
flexibility than she did as well. When it came to the NEPI, a schedule could be
made to suit his travel needs.

Gathering her closer, he kissed the top of her head and
listened to her soft-spoken voice, feeling grateful to hold her and know he’d
make love to her again as soon as he was able.

“Red, if you look at your cell phone one more time, I’m
confiscating it for the rest of the day,” Jaxon warned as he wiped down the bar
where he’d served Avery Grant a cherry Coke.

Though she wasn’t a redhead, he’d given her the nickname due
to the sexy red dress she’d been wearing the night they first met. And he
hadn’t been the only man to notice her walking across the room. She’d come in
looking for trouble and was fortunate to find it in one of the most honorable
men Jax knew, his best friend Trevor.

“Sorry, Jax,” Avery said absently, her eyes on the screen.
“They should be here any minute.”

“They meaning your friends from Massachusetts,” he
clarified.

He knew who she’d meant. He simply wanted Avery to relax.
Trevor, known to most as Hazard, linebacker for the Alexandria Griffins, had
entrusted his girlfriend to Jax’s care while he worked on a surprise proposal
for Avery with the Truth or Dare Club house band.

After talking with Trevor at length the other day, Jax
learned that Remington Sinclair and Evelyn Stratham were important to Avery and
it would likely mean a lot to her to know her friends from Massachusetts
witnessed his proposal.

Jax thought it was great and there was no doubt Avery would
say yes. She loved Hazard as much as Hazard loved her.

Besides everyone deserved to have that special someone they
wanted to be with forever, but he didn’t expect to have it happen to him again.
Not after losing Niko and Gemma. For him, it was more than recovering from a
broken heart. It was the belief that he’d never find two partners to replace
them.

“Dammit, Jax, if they don’t text or call or get here soon,
I’m going to march down to Sawyer’s office and have him put a BOLO out on them,”
Avery declared.

“Maybe they stopped somewhere for lunch,” he suggested,
refusing to admit his own curiosity about the pair of ghost hunters from New
England.

He’d yet to watch one of Remington Sinclair’s reality shows,
even though Avery had pointed him toward a video stream of last season’s most
successful haunts that’d apparently catapulted Sinclair into regional stardom.

For reasons he hadn’t figured out yet, he didn’t need to see
a video of Remington Sinclair. In his mind’s eye, he already had a clear
picture of what he’d look like. He blamed his dreams for that, those
treacherous things didn’t let go at times, causing him to stay up late and
stare at walls instead of getting rest.

When he did sleep, yeah,
he
was there, haunting him,
tempting him as no man, not even Niko, had done. Ditto when it came to Evelyn
Stratham. Maybe he’d start taking sleep aids or something the next time
unwanted images flashed in his mind in the middle of the night.

“You don’t understand,” Avery said, looking up from her phone.
“I’m anxious to see them
together
. Know what I mean?”

“I’d guess you mean they’re a couple? Trevor gave me the
impression they were strictly friends-coworkers.”

“They’re a couple as of this past weekend. Eve’s been
waiting a long time for it to happen.”

“What’s that about? The other day you said Eve’s an
attractive woman. Is he gay?”

“Umm, I’m pretty sure he dates both.”

“Nothing wrong with that, I’m bisexual.”

“I agree. But I think Remy kept his distance because he
didn’t want to hurt her if he became attracted to a man.”

“Interesting, has he dated many men since you’ve known him?”

“Not really. He flirted with my brother and his husband Ryan
Hathaway a time or two when they first met. He’s also recently joined their
club.”

“Ah, yes, Taran Maddox mentioned Druid Creek Castle when he
visited Dare last week because he recognized a fellow Dom.”

“Yes, that’s the one.”

“You and Hazard join yet?”

“Nope, we have our games, sure, but hardcore BDSM isn’t for
us. Is that okay?”

“Of course, Red, I’m simply trying to learn about what you
and Trev do when you’re in Massachusetts. Whenever I visit, I’d like the chance
to get to know your family and friends.”

“Are you planning to visit soon?”

“Possibly, it’ll depend on my work schedule and my mama’s
health,” he said.

“Your work schedule consists of running this bar and
overseeing the town along with the council,” Avery said. “I’m sure your friends
would understand if you wanted to take a vacation.”

“They would,” he agreed, unwilling to clue her into his
secret project or his pseudonym, Ransom Hunter.

So far, his attempts to turn his Vampire-For-Hire series
into screenplays had proven unsuccessful. His agent had worked out an extended
deadline, but his writer’s block was so strong at the moment he started to
wonder if his love of writing died when his partners had.

“You want to grab some lunch?” Jaxon offered.

“Sure. No reason to wait for the phone to ring with my tummy
rumbling as it is.”

“You’ll have your phone. They’ll call when they get here.
Relax, they are fine. I can’t wait to meet them too.”

“You know, I think the three of you will have a lot in
common, what with your likeness of paranormal phenomena and vampires. Eve’s
more into vamps than Remy though. You should see how her book collection,
especially a series called Vampire-For-Hire. Ever hear of them?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jaxon said, rushing to think of something else
to talk about. “Ghost hunting reality TV is the rage. I can see why it’s
interesting to watch, but much of what I’ve seen is campy.”

“I thought you believe in ghosts.”

“I do. My house is haunted. Many of the buildings we rebuilt
and refurbished from their original counterparts here in town have unexplained
activity. Sawyer says there are weird things happening at his ranch.”

“The truth is I’m worried after the accident they had that
stranded them in a campground in Colorado.”

“Understandable, but I take it the camping trip was
beneficial for Evelyn. They’re a couple now. She texted you and Hazard last
night and said they’d made it to Carson City and would be here today. What’s
the worry?”

Red’s phone played
Bloodletting
by Concrete Blonde.
Avery did a little jig in her chair and answered.

“Eve, it’s great to hear your voice,” she said. “Are you and
Remy checked into the hotel I told you about? Great, you’ll love it.”

Ah, so the caller was Evelyn Stratham, the historian. He
wasn’t surprised to hear the vampire song was her ringtone. Hazard had clued
him into Eve’s preference for vampires and Ransom Hunter novels a couple of
times.

“Jax?” Avery called out, touching his hand.

“Umm?”

“Do you mind if I ask Remy and Eve to join us for lunch?”

Unbidden, Jax got a sudden, sharp kick to the gut. The kind
of kick that went from his gut to his groin, warning something significant was
about to happen.

“Not at all, the more the merrier,” Jax agreed. Why that
sounded like a double entendre, he had no idea.

“Awesome,” Red said, putting her cell phone to her ear.
“Eve? Listen, Hazard’s rehearsing with his band right now and I’m hanging out
with Jaxon Wynter. Would you and Remy care to join us for lunch? No need to
wear anything special. You always look fabulous.”

Turning away from the conversation for the laptop stored
safely behind the bar, Jax fired it up. A Google search later, he found New
England Paranormal Investigator’s website and bios for Remington Sinclair and
his crew.

Jax clicked Remington’s link. A picture came up. Fuck no,
no! Dream images flashed in Jax’s mind. A gorgeous half Native American man
with long black hair streaked with red and a yin and yang tattoo on his chest
was about to fuck a pretty, trim long-haired brunette.

Jax hadn’t been able to see her face, but he hadn’t needed
to. Remington had stared at her in awe, in utter worship and for a moment Jax
wished he were the one climbing onto his lover’s big, uncircumcised cock.

That was when he’d gotten angry. The pair fucked without
him. It made little sense at the time, especially as he’d forced himself to
retreat from the dream and give them privacy. It’d been their time and he had
no right to get angry, even if he hadn’t known their names.

Jaxon wasn’t clairvoyant, but the last time he’d had such a
dream concerned Niko and Gemma, a couple he’d never met. Days later, Niko
approached him about training his submissive wife.

And now that he knew Remington was the single most gorgeous
man he’d seen in a long, long time, he couldn’t deny the erection nudging his
zipper was a direct salute to the ghost hunter.

Curious about what Evelyn looked like too, he tried to
search out her photo on the website. There were plenty of others, equipment
techs, a cameraman and Evelyn’s bio but no actual photo. He wondered why.

“See you soon,” Avery said, lowering the smartphone to the
bar.

“Are your friends okay?” Jax asked and closed his laptop
before she could see what he was looking at.

“They’re fine. They, ah, were late getting started this
morning.”

“Morning sex must’ve been good,” he said, venturing into
territory he had no business meddling in.

“Based on Eve’s giggles, I’d say it was epic. She said her
knees were still weak.”

“Good to hear,” Jax said, though his mind was racing.

How did Remington Sinclair treat Evelyn in bed? Did she
scream, moan or mew with her pleasure? Yeah, that was so not helping his
erection. Nonchalantly reaching into a freezer of ice chips, he grabbed the
bone-chilling scoop and made a show of adding ice to Avery’s Coke.

The ice trick worked, helping to distract him from thoughts
of sex with Avery’s friends. For how long, he’d no idea, and he wasn’t
completely flaccid, just soft enough to not be as noticeable.

“How long has she waited for Remington?” he heard himself
ask.

“A year,” Avery answered. “I didn’t meet them until October
when I moved to Danvers but Eve and I hit it off right away.”

“Why was that?”

“In a lot of ways, we’re alike. Our fathers are powerful,
wealthy men with a deeply guarded protective streak for their daughters.”

“You’re both lucky to have fathers who care enough to worry.
I’m sure they mean well.”

“They do. But it also wasn’t uncommon for men to date us in
order to gain our fathers’ approval.”

“Translation, father’s approval equals a job title with
clout.”

“On the nose,” Red said, tapping the tip of her nose. “We
should head over to the hotel. We can wait in the lobby until they finish
washing up. Remind me to tell Eve all about the spa.”

“That’s a good idea. The two of you should spend girl time
together.” Tomorrow, he thought.

Today, he didn’t want Evelyn to disappear into a spa. He
wanted to meet her. In a way, it felt as if he’d already met Remington.

“Jax, are you okay?” Red asked, suddenly taking interest in
him.

“Sure. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve plunged your hand into the ice chest.”

“Sorry, daydreaming,” he admitted, quickly pulling his hand
out and drying it with the bar towel. “Let’s go, Red.”

“Too bad Hazard’s tied up with the band. I’m sure he’d want
to be there when I fill Remy and Eve in on what happened last week.”

“Spontaneous weddings are exciting,” he agreed, leaving the
protection of the bar. Thankfully, his hard-on was nonexistent now.

“Sam and Taran are good friends of ours. Eve’s going to be
disappointed she missed it.”

“Not Remington?”

“Remy, he prefers Remy,” Avery corrected swiftly. “He’ll be
happy for them too. At one time, he went out to dinner with Taran’s brother’s
wife, Morgan. There were some problems between Ethan and Remy because of it.”

“I’m assuming she wasn’t his wife at the time?”

“No, it was a while back, but the Maddox brothers are all
very possessive of their women. Fortunately it’s all resolved between them and
Remy, given he’s part of my brother’s club. The only way that could happen was
if Phalen Maddox vetted him.”

“If Phalen is anything like his younger brother, I’d say
he’s the right man for the job.”

“He is,” Avery said. “They’re all great guys. You’d enjoy
being around them, I’d think, considering your mountain house and it’s plethora
of playrooms. Who knows, maybe when you do come to visit us in New England,
you’ll find someone special.”

“My love life will work itself out, Red. No worries there.”

“I hope so.” Avery looked up at him and smiled, warming his
heart. “You’ve been nothing but a good friend to me since we met, Jaxon. But
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you truly happy.”

“As I said, it’ll work itself out,” Jax assured, somehow
thinking of the couple he was about to meet. He didn’t really know them, yet he
had the feeling that his life was about to change because of them.

Whether it was the crazy sex dream that sparked his
interest, he couldn’t say. He only hoped he didn’t make a fool of himself and
he didn’t dishonor Niko and Gemma’s memory.

“Shall we go?” Avery asked, breaking into Jax’s thoughts.

“Beauty first,” he replied, sweeping his hand out for her to
precede him out of the club. Trevor had himself an amazing woman. She’d make
his best friend the very best wife a man could hope for.

As for himself, Jax didn’t know if love was in the cards for
him again. What were the chances of lightning striking twice?