MenageaDare (26 page)

Their kiss continued, melding into so much more. There
wasn’t a rush or any sense of hurry, there was only the need for two to become
one. They caressed each other, kissed, their mouths wandering, pleasuring and
exploring.

At last he fit his cock head to her slit, penetrating her on
a slow, deep glide until he filled her completely. They stayed that way,
neither wanting to break their connection. Gradually, he moved, making love to
her in the most basic way, face to face, man to woman.

Ultimately, the tempo increased, Eve coming first, hanging
onto him when his gentleness gave way to urgent thrusting. His arms around her
were heavenly, protective.

“Thank you, love, thank you,” he murmured against her
throat, biting down on the spot he’d marked, thrusting through his climax.

Did he know he’d said love again? He’d done it often during
the night. She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t about to break the peace that came over
them to ask.

A pair of big feet came into view, right next to where they
lay on the floor. For a moment, she wondered if they were in trouble. Those big
feet could only belong to Remy.

“You two are beautiful together,” he said, rather than
shouting or accusing them of wrongdoing.

Jaxon did a pushup, levering himself up and off her. Eve was
sad but only for a moment. Remy knelt down, sweeping her up and into his arms.

“You’re not mad, Remy?”

“No, sugar, if you two didn’t make love, I would have made
it happen.”

“Is that why you were snoring?” Jaxon asked teasingly.

“I woke up to a bunch of grunting and groaning. Couldn’t
resist watching,” Remy answered, shrugging. “Come on, Eve, to bed with you.
When Jax’s cock is ready again we’ll fuck him.”

“Okay,” she agreed, snuggling up to his big chest.

Remy carried her to the bedroom, lowering her to the bed. A
second later, he was right there beside her where he belonged. Jaxon climbed in
along her other side, bringing the duvet up and over them.

Eve wanted to stay awake. She really did, but exhaustion set
in, causing her to close her eyes for a minute.

She’d take a quick cat nap. She’d be fine. She never
realized they’d all fallen asleep.

Jax woke to the sound of running water. It took him all of a
second to recall where he was. Reaching out blindly, he met up with one very
big, strong arm.

Letting his fingers do the talking, he strummed Remy’s skin,
hoping to wake him up. “Hey, big guy, think someone’s supposed to fuck me,” he
murmured.

“Umm, give me a sec,” Remy answered, groaning a little.

Jax shifted, wincing as if he’d been bowled over by a steam
roller. Holy fuck, only one thing could cause a man to be sore all over,
including his well-used cock. Sex did that, a lot of sex with multiple
partners.

Not too many partners, two was fine. Two was all anyone
needed. A man and a woman, Remington and Evelyn were all Jax needed.

“You might want to sound a little more enthusiastic,
Remington, if you expect not to get cut off.”

“Sorry, not a morning person,” Remy murmured.

“Neither am I. Best way to overcome it is by fucking, don’t
you think?”

A big masculine body rolled toward him, it wasn’t until then
when he realized he hadn’t opened his eyes yet. Slowly parting his eyelids, he
immediately saw the big shadowy figure of the man he was falling in love with.

It was there in his mind before he could retract it. He may
not have said the words, but gazing at Remy in the wake of the night they’d
shared, he couldn’t deny how much his man meant to him. And where Remington
was, their woman was sure to be.

Wait a second, that’s what was wrong, Evelyn wasn’t in the
middle of them. Wide awake now, Jax sat up. She wasn’t in bed at all.

“Where the hell is Evelyn?”

Remy cracked open his eyes, looking around. “Think she’s in
the bathroom.”

Jax didn’t like it but he couldn’t do much about it. Evelyn deserved
a time out.

“What’s really going on in that pretty head of yours, Jax?”

“Pretty?”

“Spill,” Remy insisted, propping himself up with his elbow,
his chin on his hand. His black and red hair fell in a dark curtain all over
the place.

Jax reached out and scooped a fistful out of his way, just
to see Remy’s face. Handsome, brave, strong, intelligent—those were the traits
that came to Jax’s mind when he looked at Remy.

“When Evelyn’s not between us, I feel empty. I miss her.”

“I know what you mean.”

Jax turned his eyes to Remy. “You sure there’s no danger to
her in Massachusetts?”

“None that I know of,” Remy answered.

“I’ve been wondering,” Jax said, feeling relieved Evelyn was
safe but worried nonetheless. He wanted her near, ditto for Remy. “Would you and
Eve consider moving here someday?”

“If it were just me, I would. My ghost hunting team is on
hiatus until we have to start filming for next season for real, but I could
always go back to Massachusetts to do the show and return to Dare afterward.”

“Evelyn needs to get back to Salem to teach,” Jax commented,
realizing it may be too soon to ask for permanence.

“And she wants to go for her PhD. We can’t hold her back
from that.”

From the bathroom, the sound of the shower running reached
them. For a minute, he enjoyed listening, knowing Eve was simply preparing for
the morning. The shower cut off and a minute later he heard the rustling of
cloth and tapping of a toothbrush against the sink.

It was weird to think something as domestic as a woman
brushing her teeth was sexy, but with Evelyn it was. He couldn’t say what it
was about her that touched his heart, but something changed between them when
he made love to her.

Evelyn made him feel whole. Her quiet questions and her
faith in him made him feel superhuman when he’d never thought of himself as a
hero. If anything, he was the antithesis of heroic.

While Evelyn did her thing in the bathroom, Jax looked at
his man. Remington Sinclair was sexy, gorgeous lying there doing nothing more
than staring back at him.

Heat flaring, intense, addictive, Jax’s cock thickened, but
somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that Remington wasn’t going to be
topped this morning. He stared back, boldly, giving no quarter to Jax’s attempt
to outmaneuver him.

“You need some help with that, my man?” Remy offered,
staring boldly at Jax’s erection even as he reached across the bed.

“Yeah, need you,” he said.

“You want me to get Eve?”

“Let her finish,” Jax decided. The blow drier kicked on.
“How long does she take in the bathroom?”

“About a half hour, she’ll put on some makeup and do
something with her hair.”

“She has very pretty hair.”

“Tell her that. She tends to think being a brunette is
boring or average.”

“Same as she wrongly thinks her breasts are too small?”

“Pretty much, to me she’s perfect.”

“That she is,” Jax agreed. “We need to make sure she knows
she’s a part of us.”

“Is she worried?”

“Before I made love to her, I think she may have been
feeling uncertain of her place within our threesome.”

Remy lifted his dark eyes to Jax’s. “To me, she’s
centermost. Do you feel that way, Jax? If you lie we’re going to have
problems.”

“I’ve just asked if you and Evelyn would consider a
long-term relationship. That should tell you where I stand.”

Rather than touch Jax’s cock, Remy offered his hand to his
lover, smiling when Jax set his hand atop his. A hard tug later, he pulled Jax
until they were each on their knees, face to face.

“You realize I’m going to fuck you, don’t you Jax?” Remy
asked, his arms dropping to Jax’s waist.

Jax had prided himself on working out. His six pack abs were
rock solid, and his muscles sculpted. With Remington’s hands spanning his
waist, he became aware of exactly how big his lover was, all over, cock
included.

“Had the feeling you’d want to be on top this time,” Jax
admitted.

“Got a problem with that?” Remy challenged.

“You put me down on the bed, my ass is yours. If I outfox
you, vice versa,” he answered, knowing he’d cave but unable to resist. There
was just something about Remington that challenged him on a scale that only one
other man had ever done.

A power match ensued, each trying to gauge the other. Jax
thought he’d had the upper hand until Remy kissed him fiercely, grabbing him up
and slamming him face down on the mattress a half-second later.

“Holy fuck, Remy, what was that move?” he demanded, shocked
that it’d happened so fast and before he could try a countermove.

“Aikido,” Remy answered, chuckling darkly even as he shoved
a pillow beneath Jax’s hips, arching his ass upward and climbing on top,
effectively trapping him.

Granted, Jax could buck Remy off, but if he did, he might
never find out how big and thick his partner’s dick felt in his ass.

“You win, lover,” Jax declared, biting a pillow, very aware
that this was a long time coming. He’d been the conqueror last night. This
morning, he was about to get owned.

Relaxing to the inevitable, he expected to be fucked just as
soon as Remy picked out a condom and grabbed the lube. He did not expect the
big man to command him to stay put, rear up and dig into Jax’s bedside drawer
and take something out.

The purr of a motor ensued. Jax’s battery-powered personal
massager with a smooth, ball-like head made that sound. The ball pressed
between Jax’s shoulder blades, the intense massager setting up the perfect
rhythm up and down his spinal column.

“Remy, fuck me,” he urged.

“I’ll get there, babe,” he promised.

“Babe?” Jax repeated, not sure anyone had ever called him
that before.

“Yes, when I’m topping you, you’re my babe,” Remy claimed.

The massager reached his butt, vibrating its way to his
asshole. It drove him crazy. His cock throbbed, compelling him to rub his groin
into the pillow. If he weren’t careful, he’d bust a nut and it’d all be over.

Just when Jax thought he’d lose it, the never-ending massage
continued on down his legs, one then the other, all over. Jax lost track of
what was up or down or where he was.

A bed, he was in a bed with his lover, one of them anyway.
The other was taking her sweet time in the bathroom.

The wand suddenly cut off. Jax heard the unmistakable squirt
of lube, hands rubbing together. Big, rough, lube-slickened fingers landed on
his ass, gently. Thank god, he wasn’t ready for heavy-handed play after the way
Remington worked that massaging wand all over his body.

The massager went back on. “Remy, what are you doing?”

“Trust me, my man,” Remy said. “Get up on your hands and
knees.”

“Yours,” he offered, getting up on all fours and presenting
his ass to his lover.

The massager, set on its lowest setting settled against his
asshole again, only this time it was dampened with lubricant. The wand moved,
heading right for his groin.

“Umm, yeah, nice,” Jax muttered, not sure he made sense
other than growling when the massager moved closer to his balls, stopping near
enough to drive him crazy and vibrate against his perineum as lubed fingers
penetrated Jax’s ass.

The instant bloom of heat echoed out, enhanced by the wand’s
constant motion, easing Jax into feeling nothing but pleasure. More lube, two
fingers became three, pushing and stretching him, Remy’s fingers so big they
felt as large as a cock.

Then one finger penetrated his ass, finding his prostate,
rubbing it. The massager was awesome, the way his lover manipulated his
prostate was his ungluing.

“Dammit, stop messing around and do it!” Jax commanded.

“No cock rings, Jax,” Remy said. “I’m going to pound you
hard. Be ready.”

Jax lowered his head as Remy’s finger withdrew, replaced by
something splendidly bigger and covered with a condom. Breathing deep, Jax let
his body adapt to the intrusion, knowing the intensity of pleasure that
followed would be rewarding.

Remy penetrated him slowly, letting Jax know that he’d only
received the head of his lover’s cock and it felt as if he were deeper than any
man had been before. Beyond reason, Jaxon went wild, shoving back at his
partner until his smooth balls slapped his ass.

Holy hell, pleasure, white-hot and razor-sharp, hit Jax’s
dark side. It felt as if the big man was never going to be seated, but then he
was and Jax was being fucked.

Remy withdrew, pounding deep again, repeating his pattern.
He hadn’t been kidding. He pounded Jax’s ass. It was all he could do not to
collapse, but he held himself strong. He was not going to fall. He was not!

Suddenly, the fierceness ended. Remy withdrew and two arms
came around Jax’s waist, lifting him up, turning him around to lay face up
where his legs were hoisted up and over Remy’s wide shoulders.

Remy fit himself between Jax’s spread thighs, his cock
reentering Jax’s ass. It was splendid, basic and raw, a face to face,
all-intensive claiming that Jax was hell bent on receiving.

“You’ve the tightest ass I’ve ever had,” Remy confessed,
sweat beading all over his brow. “I’m not going to last much longer, Jax.”

“Neither am I, lover mine,” Jax murmured. “Come on, wreck me,
I dare you.”

He loved fucking face to face. He could watch his lover come
apart. Watching Remy was lightning to his soul, hitting him balls-deep. His own
penis was so fucking hard it slapped his groin.

It would have hurt if Remy hadn’t taken hold of his shaft,
jerking him in unison with his thrusting. Cum sped forth. Jax was going to bust
it first.

“Gonna come,” he warned a second before he came with a loud,
satisfied groan.

“Me too,” Remy said, his big dick throbbing deep inside
Jax’s ass, signaling that he’d come.

A short time later, Remy withdrew when he’d softened enough.
Together, they rolled over, Remy spooning against Jax’s back and holding him
close right as Evelyn came out of the bathroom, followed by a hard thump.

“What was that?” Jax called out, thinking he’d heard Evelyn
cry in pain.

“Nothing to worry about, I bumped into the doorjamb on my
way out of the bathroom,” she said. “But I’m sad now. I’d wanted to watch Remy
fuck you.”

Remy withdrew almost at once, falling to Jax’s side and
turning to face her. Frankly, Jax needed a minute to breathe right again.

“I’m sorry, sugar, come here,” Remy invited softly, his
connection to Evelyn still strong despite the fucking he and Jax had just
shared.

The bed swayed some with Evelyn’s slight weight as she
crawled onto it. With her came the scent of a recent shower and minty
toothpaste. She smelled wholesome and pure, enticing.

“Don’t misunderstand. It’s okay for the two of you to be
together, just as it was for me and Jaxon during the night.”

“I apologize if you felt left out, love,” Jax said, shifting
around to look at her. She was naked, her skin a little pink from her shower,
her hair swept up in a comb. Her face glowed and he imagined it was an
aftereffect of great sex and multiple orgasms.

“I didn’t,” she uttered softly, but even then Jax sensed she
was trying to be braver. During the night, she’d indicated her doubt about her
place in their trio and it was important for him and Remington to allay any of
her concerns or fears.

“Evelyn, lay down with us, snuggle,” Jax invited, offering
his hand out to her. “Soon as we’re able, we’ll make love to you.”

She took it but shook her head. “I can’t. I’m meeting up
with the ladies.”

“The ladies?” Jax was completely lost.

“Avery and Taylor, we’re going to the spa. I ordered
breakfast for you and Remy and cleaned up the cart from last night.”

“Would rather eat you than food,” Jax said.

“I’d love that, later.” Squeezing his hand, she leaned down
to kiss Jax, her clever little tongue flicking across his mouth, a sweeter
invitation he couldn’t imagine. Kissing her back, he savored what he could even
though he understood that she needed to see her friends.