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“Omigod,” she uttered, leaning down and pressing her mouth
to his crown.

Emboldened by the gentle ravishment of her pussy by Remy’s
fabulous tongue, she kissed and licked his crown then took him into her mouth,
his tongue spearing her pussy as she swallowed more of his cock. He jolted, his
hips surging upward.

But concentrating on what pleased him wasn’t easy
considering the time and attention he paid to her needy clit. It felt great,
amazing, driving her hips to rock with every delicious lick.

At the same time, she sucked him deeper, letting her hair
fall across her face and over his groin. Alternately pumping him with her hand,
she hoped she was giving him the best head of his life, so far.

She really had no idea why Remy suddenly jerked the two of
them apart. One second she was relishing in the power she’d gained by sucking
him off, the next she was facing the headboard, straddling his waist.

“Get a condom,” he growled.

Recalling where he’d stored the package of ultra-sheer
Trojans, she groped for the box, tore it open and poured it out. They went
everywhere.

“Sorry,” she chuckled. “Never been this aroused before.”

“It’s okay. Hurry!” he ordered, thrusting up at her, his
cock wedged between her thighs, so close to entering her pussy, all he had to
do was shift and she could lift, and he’d slam home.

Grabbing a strip of three, she tore one off with her teeth,
ripped it open and finally withdrew the lubricated, silken sheath.

“Going to need some help, Remy,” she warned, stilling when a
strange frisson of awareness tingled up and down her spine. Pausing to look
around, she thought for sure someone would be behind her, watching them.

“What’s the matter, Eve? You’re on something, right?” he
asked, even as he gripped his cock to hold it steady while she rolled the
condom into place. “For the record, I’ve been tested, most recently during my
last physical.”

“Same here, I’m always careful,” she assured. “I’ve an IUD,
just in case condoms break.”

Was someone watching them? She spent most of her time with a
ghost hunter. She’d seen scary when she toured old houses and cemeteries for
his show. This feeling was one she couldn’t quite place, but she wasn’t scared.

Maybe it was her imagination. A couple hours ago, she’d been
reading a particularly erotic chapter in a Ransom Hunter book that’d featured
voyeurism. The scene evolved into more, as the vampire drew the watcher out of
hiding and into bed with his female partner.

Remy’s hand touched her mouth, his thumb smoothing over her
lips. “You sure you’re okay, lover? If you want to slow down, we will.”

“No, it’s fine. Please don’t stop, Remy.”

“That’s my girl,” he praised. “How’d I got so lucky to have
you wait for me so long?”

“Sometimes love has its own timetable. What’s important now
is that we’re together and working to make it stronger, right?”

Tensing when the L-word came out of her mouth, she thought
for sure Remy was going to buck her off him for good. Neither one of them had
said anything about love, sex, yes, fucking, apparently that was the score.
Love changed everything.

Remy sat up, his arms coming around her, securing her in
place. His mouth touched hers, softly, reverently, his patience touching her
heart.

“That’s right, sugar. We’re together now. Don’t be afraid of
where we go from here. Lift up some,” he whispered, his hands guiding her to do
so.

Concerned that she might lose her balance, she caught his
shoulders. Remy gripped her waist, lowering her, his cock entering, filling her
more completely than she’d ever been before.

Resuming their kiss, Remy coaxed her into a slow, gentle
rhythm, letting her feel his thickness before hoisting his hips upward,
thrusting. Faster, harder, they rocked, the camper shaking but remaining secure
in its spot.

Eve scraped her nails down his shoulders, freeing one so
that she could tuck her hand between their thighs. Remy’s hand joined hers,
their fingers honing in on her clit, pushing her closer to climax.

On another deep thrust Remy sent her over the edge, release
roaring through her, sending her keening and crying and calling out his name.
Breathless, she slumped forward, holding onto him for strength.

“Remy! I need more,” she confessed, even as pleasure-filled
tremors pulsed within her pussy and labia. Her clit tingled.

“Shift to your side, facing me,” he said, guiding her up and
off him.

Following his suggestion, she stretched out, facing him. He
was the sexiest man she’d ever known, might ever know. But if they were
destined for someone else to join them in their lover’s journey, did that mean
her love for Remy would change?

Remy pushed up on his elbow again, looking down at her. He
grinned, reminding her of the Cheshire cat. Trouble was behind that smile.

“What are you looking at?” she asked.

“Not what, who,” he said. “You’re the most beautiful woman
in the world. Still not sure how someone like me won the right to fuck you, but
now that we’ve started, expect a helluva a lot more.”

“I sure hope so. You haven’t come yet. How you managed to
hold back makes me want to jump your bones until we wake up the whole
campground.”

“Usually, I’m a master of self-control, condoms help too.
But when you sucked my cock, I nearly lost it.”

“You’re an incredible lover, Remy. Know that?”

“Slide in nice and close, drape your leg over my thigh,” he
murmured. “I need to have you again.”

“Need?” Shifting closer, she rested her head on the pillow,
letting Remy guide her into position on their sides.

“Yes, I need you, Eve, your sex, your cum, your moans. Give
them to me. We’ll take it slow and steady.”

“Maybe I’d prefer scratches and bruises as you’d suggested
before.”

“We’ll get there. This is only the beginning.”

Remy stroked his erection. Eve shifted, parting her thighs
and he settled in closer, finally driving into her. Sideways as they were, they
couldn’t thrust too fast, but, oh, he thrust exactly as she needed. Curiously,
he kept his hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock.

“Can I do that for you?” she offered, wanting very much to
feel him in her grasp.

“Sure,” he agreed, letting go and catching her hand to show
her where and how to grip. “Hold on tight as a cock ring. When I’m ready to
come, I’ll tell you to let go.”

It felt amazing to know his ability to come or not was
within her control. If she wanted to, she could press him, free him. She didn’t
want to. Not when he began thrusting in time with her, burying his cock into
her as far as he could.

Sweat dotted his forehead and a light sheen covered their
bodies. Despite the open windows and the spring chill outside their little
camper, their body heat was enough to ward off the cold.

Remy curled his body into her, sending her to her back,
breaking their connection and her grip on his shaft to climb into place on top
of her. Splitting her legs, she let him settle into the cradle of her thighs.
His cock found its home, sliding into her.

Sneaking her hand between their bodies, she was about to
reclaim her hold of his cock. He shook his head, kissed her and began
thrusting, harder, faster.

“Wrap your legs around my hips. Let’s come together,” he
breathed out, gritting his teeth as she obeyed and increased his thrusting.

Eve pushed her hips back at him, arching, seeking the
release that kept her hovering on a precipice. Remy tucked his hand between
them and sought her clitoris, tapping it, rubbing.

“Remy!” she cried out, orgasm crashing through her in
ecstatic waves, stealing her breath, her ability to think, especially as climax
seemed to be Remy’s undoing.

He went wild, thrusting, his head lowering to her neck.
Biting down on her throat, he left a mark, his cock powering into her with the
driving force to push her back to the edge of pleasure until she soared.

Letting go of her throat, he reared back, tossing his head,
reminding her of a wild bronco. He shouted something sexy and guttural, slowing
his thrusts, his cock pulsing deep inside her pussy. Finally he stilled,
collapsing on top of her.

“When I can move again, remind me to say thank you,” he uttered
into the curve of her throat, whispering a kiss there.

“As far as I’m concerned, you can stay right here forever,”
she said, wrapping him up in her arms to hold him steady.

Gradually, Remy’s erection softened and he slid out of her.
Taking a second to remove his spent condom and deposit it in a small receptacle
in the wall of drawers and television, he finished cleaning himself up with
some tissues from her travel pack and did the same for her before tossing the
wet wipes into the trash bin.

Crawling back up the bed, he reclined, gathering her into
his arms and bringing her head to rest upon his chest, her face close to his
yin and yang tattoo. Whispering a kiss upon the ink, she wondered what would
happen to the two of them when they reached Dare.

Would there be enough paranormal activity for Remy to use in
his show? Would it help him expand into broader markets? Would she lose him if
he became an even bigger celebrity?

And somewhere in there, she couldn’t help wonder if they’d
meet Ransom Hunter, if they’d even know it if they stumbled over him. Was he
one of the town’s investors, the men Avery told them about, the ones they had
to convince to allow Remy to investigate?

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his voice quiet,
relaxed, while his hand stole up her back and nestled in the length of her
hair.

“Us, Ransom Hunter, Dare, paranormal activity,” she
answered, wanting to be completely honest with him.

“That’s a lot to think about. Sugar, is there a chance I’m
going to lose you to this author you admire so much?”

Pushing up off his chest, she looked him square in the eye,
loving his handsome face and his black and red hair. He was an incredible man,
gifted, admitted his faults and still very much missed his little brother.

It was evident in the tattoo on his shoulder, the same ghost
he used as his logo. It was friendly, youthful and not a bit frightening, yet
there was a hint of sadness because Blair had died so tragically.

“Remy, I’ve been yours for a very long time,” she answered,
offering her heart the only way she could. “That’s not going to change, no
matter what happens when we reach Dare.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Now that you’re mine, Eve, I’m not
planning on letting go anytime soon.”

“Then hold on tight, rest up and make love to me again.”

“I will as soon as I’m able,” he promised, drawing her head
back to his chest.

Remy held onto Eve, for a moment, fearful he’d wake up from
a dream only to discover himself alone in his bed. But his worries were chased
away when she curled her body into his, tossed her leg across his thighs and
sighed.

Ever since his fiascos with Beth, and later with Kurt and
Sharon, he’d guarded his heart. He’d dated, at times he’d had multiple sex
partners, but he hadn’t wanted to repeat his mistakes with anyone he truly
cared about.

Foolish as he’d been with Eve, he was actually glad they’d
talked and she knew about his past. There was more to tell her, little things,
big ones. The important thing was opening up a line of communication so that if
he did something wrong, they could nip it in the bud.

He honestly didn’t know if he could curb his bisexuality.
He’d meant it. He couldn’t turn it off, and bottoming for a man while Remy
fucked a woman was a private kink. There weren’t many women willing to share
their men that way.

Even though Eve expressed her willingness to explore sex
fantasies, actually engaging in ménages or exploring some of his kinks could be
scary. And now that he had the most beautiful woman alive locked in his arms,
he couldn’t imagine letting her go.

“Eve,” he said, stroking his hand through her long hair. It
was incredibly soft and pretty.

“Hmm?”

“Thank you, for everything,” he whispered.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for being an amazing lover.”

“It takes two,” he remarked, though he wondered if there’d
be a third to complete them.

Sitting up some, he reached down to the foot of the bed and
unfolded the sleeping bag he’d stowed there, laying it over Eve to keep her
warm when he was outside.

“What are you doing?” she murmured.

“I’m going to get get our phones, your Kindle and my iPad
from the truck so they charge up for tomorrow. Are you thirsty or anything?”

Sighing under the sleeping bag, she sat up. “I’d love to try
one of those lemon-peppermint stick things you’d mentioned.”

“You got it.” Rustling around for his jeans, he pulled them
on, found his Crocs and his jacket and climbed out of the camper.

It didn’t take long to turn on the lantern and retrieve the
electronics. He also grabbed Eve’s reading glasses on the chance she’d need them
tomorrow. Taking everything to the kitchen area, he dug two lemons out of an
ice chest then used a small knife to make holes in each.

Once the holes were done, he put a peppermint stick into
them, creating a makeshift straw. It was an old carnival treat he’d had when he
was a kid. He’d first discovered the treat when he and his family had gone on a
camping trip along the Appalachian Trial.

But as he worked, he felt a peculiar sensation nearby,
watching him. Looking about then up at the sky, he saw nothing but a blanket of
stars. In that a moment, his mind went back to when Eve was about to sheath him
with a condom and was distracted by the sense that someone else had known
they’d become lovers.

He’d no idea who could be there. It could be paranormal in origin.
He could easily fish out his spirit box or digital recorder and do an EVP
session. But this, this didn’t feel supernatural. It was as if the man watching
longed to be part of their twosome.

Great, he and Eve had only gotten together and already he was
imagining wicked scenerios with them and another man. A couple minutes ago he’d
been thinking about his kinks. Maybe that was why he let his imagination get
the best of him.

Thinking he should talk to Eve to see if she’d felt the same
presence around them, he found a breakfast tray in one of the storage
compartments. Quickly, he placed the lemons on it along with the electronics
and returned to the camper.

It was chilly outside, but he became more aware of it as he
opened the door and climbed inside. Closing the door then setting the tray
safely out of the way, he looked over at Eve cocooned under the big sleeping
bag while removing his clothes and shoes.

She looked edible.

“You look pretty,” he said, staring at her face and
mussed-up hair. His heartbeat sped up simply from looking at her, being near
her.

“Thank you,” she replied, pushing up on her elbow to take
one of the lemons he handed over.

Quickly pulling out a utility drawer, he plugged in the
gadgets and set Eve’s reading glasses in a small bin. Taking his own lemon
treat, he joined her, shivering a little bit as he lifted up the sleeping bag.

“You really think I’m pretty?” she asked.

“Yes, you also look as if you’ve had sex and could use some
more.”

“I had sex with the most amazing man and I’m hoping for
another round. Come closer, you’ve got to be cold,” she urged, sitting up to
lean back against the wall and patting the mattress, the sleeping bag falling
down to expose her pert breasts.

Remy crawled in closer, grateful for her body heat and the
way she covered his legs with the sleeping bag. “Most amazing man, you say? I
like the sound of that.”

Earlier, she’d shown vulnerability when revealing her
breasts and pussy to him. He didn’t understand why. He thought she was the
sexiest woman alive.

“You were outside for a while, everything okay?”

“Everything’s great,” he assured, propping himself against
the wall beside her, their shoulders brushing together as he took a sip from
the peppermint stick when she sipped her own. “What do you think?”

“It’s yummy and reminds me of summer. Thank you for this.
I’ll have to brush my teeth again before we fall asleep, but I’ll have to run
up to the bathhouse too.”

“That’s okay. We’ll go when you’re ready.”

Eve sucked on her peppermint stick. Every time she drew on
the stick, tightness in his groin followed, his cock thickened, lengthening.

Shifting to face her more directly, he studied her, finding
that he liked the way her hair fell all around her face and shoulders. She
tended to wear it all twisted up in a bun when she was working.

Reaching out, he stroked his fingers down a lock that had
fallen in her face, gently brushing it up behind her ear. She sighed a little,
it was cute.

“I like your hair down. Maybe you’ll consider wearing it
down more often?”

“Actually, wearing it this way is more comfortable unless
it’s wicked hot. When I’m teaching classes, students seem to take me more
seriously when it’s up.”

“The male students, you mean?”

“Yes.”

“Can’t say I blame them for finding you attractive,” he
said. “To keep them focused on lectures go back to the bun when class is in
session.”

“Did I hear that right? Getting protective already, boss?”
she questioned, raising her left brow as she drew on her peppermint stick.

“Yes. You mean a lot to me, Eve. If I’m prepared to keep
myself in check now that we’re together, I don’t want some jackass to hone in
on my territory.”

Eve blinked at him. “Ah, wow. Guess that means I’m really
dating Remington Sinclair after all.”

“You are,” he agreed. “Part of dating is getting to know
each other’s likes and dislikes. Is there anything I should know upfront? I
wouldn’t want to upset you.”

“Primarily, I’m afraid of needles and get very nervous when
it’s time to go to see a doctor or dentist.”

“May I ask why? I want to understand you, Eve.”

“While my mother was battling breast cancer, I visited her
in the hospital and hated seeing the tubes and the IVs in her arms. Chemo made
her sick and weak. She was in a great deal of pain and I was so scared for her.
To this day, I dread going to the doctor or dentist because of it.”

“The next time you have an appointment for either let me
come with you. You shouldn’t have to face your fears alone.”

“The idea of getting a tattoo also freaks me out. I don’t
mind them on other people. They’re not for me.”

“It’s the needle thing,” he replied, understanding her
fears. “Sugar, you won’t have to worry about tattoos. If they’re not your
thing, that’s fine.”

Sipping on his peppermint stick, he welcomed the taste of
sweet lemonade, using his free hand to lift up her hair. At the moment, she
wasn’t wearing earrings but he could see the tiny holes.

“When did you get your ears pierced?”

“On my tenth birthday,” she answered. “My mom and I spent
the whole day together, had ice cream, went shopping.”

“She had cancer then?”

“Yes, in its earliest stages.”

“You and your dad do a good thing with the cancer research
fund. I’m sure she would be proud.”

“My dad set up the fund and I spend a great deal of time
educating women and men about warning signs. Many think of breast cancer as a
female only issue.”

“You get checked too, don’t you?”

“Despite my fears about needles and tests, I know my health
is more important. I had a mammogram when I turned thirty. I visit my
gynecologist routinely and do self-examination. Last time I went to see Dr.
Martin, Avery went with me.”

“That’s good,” he praised. “Let me know how I can help going
forward, okay?”

“You can walk with me during the fundraiser my father
established next year, maybe recruit others to join in.”

“I’d love to.”

Setting his lemon and peppermint stick on a shelf, he
noticed the spread of condoms all over the place. Gathering them up and putting
all but one back into the box, he looked at Eve, finding her beautiful sitting
there.

Her eyes fell to the condom in his hand and she set her
lemon on the shelf by the alarm clock, swiping her hands a little.

“Sticky fingers?” he asked.

“A bit, yeah.”

Looking around, he saw the packet of wet cleansing tissues
she’d brought with her. Reaching out, he grabbed a tissue then handed to Eve.
She used it quickly before tossing it back so he could wipe his own.

After disposing the trash, he switched on the camper’s
heater, setting it on low. He still had a window open and he moved to close it.
It was definitely getting chillier as the night wore on.

Admittedly though, he had another agenda. Once the camper
warmed up, he caught the sleeping bag and dragged it off Eve, exposing her
fully. Prettiest woman he’d ever seen, might ever see again, sat there, her
back against the wall, one knee propped up, her hand draped over her thigh.

“Hey beautiful, come here often?” he asked, knowing it was
corny but unable to think of anything logical.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve come a few times tonight and sure
hope to come again soon.” She surprised him by boldly changing the placement of
her knee, exposing her cunt to him. “If you don’t do something, I might be
forced to take matters into my own hands.”

“If you want to get yourself off, don’t tease. Do it.”

“Seriously?” she questioned, likely unaware that she’d squeaked
a bit.

“Yes. You’ve heard of Goldilocks and the Three Bears?”

“Of course, I don’t have blonde hair, Remy. It’s just
brown.”

“It’s as beautiful as the rest of you. If you look closely
you’ll see the multitude of colors, brown, blonde and chestnut that make you a
brunette.”

“Wow, never thought of my hair color that way.”

“I’ve dated blondes, brunettes, redheads, guys with Mohawks,
buzz cuts, long hair, short, dyed, bald, you name it. It wasn’t their
hairstyles I was attracted to, it was the people.”

“I can see why they’d be attracted to you. You’re hot,
charming and intelligent.”

“Make me hotter. Keep playing with your breasts, show me
what you enjoy.”

Eve shook her head, her hair shifting about, some covering
her hands. Not having any of that, he crawled closer and brushed it off her
shoulders.

“That’s better,” he said, setting aside the condom in his
hand, for now.

“You like what you see when you look at me, for real?”

“I love what I see when I look at you,” he answered. “Your
breasts fit nicely in my hands. Your body feels perfect, right, against mine.
We move in accord, easily, we fit just right.”

“Thus the Goldilocks reference?”

“Bingo. Part your legs for me, Eve.”

She had to shift around to prop up both knees, spreading
them wide. Cleverly, she played with her breasts as he’d dictated. Her thumbs
and index fingers squeezed her nipples, twisting a little.

Wanting to taste her, he moved in close. Grateful that it
was warmer in the camper now, he lowered his head to her throat, kissing her
where he’d left a distinct bite mark. Thinking of it as a brand, he kissed the
mark.

“Remy, you’re distracting me.”

“Rub your clit, fuck yourself,” he commanded against her
skin, licking her. She smelled and tasted just as he remembered, female, with a
hint of woodsmoke and now lemon-peppermint.

“Shouldn’t you be doing this?”

Clamping his teeth down hard enough to give her something to
think about, he sucked her skin, causing her to buck and toss her head more.

“I’ve got a better idea,” he suggested. “Would you be open
to try something fun, different maybe?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“This, as long as it doesn’t scare you,” he said, quickly
fishing through one of the drawers for the blindfold he liked to use during
late night lockdowns to help prepare himself for the utter blackness that was a
frequent part of a ghost hunt.

“Blindfolds aren’t so scary,” Eve claimed.

“Good, then you’re game?” Easing closer, he let her feel it
first to prove how soft the blindfold was. She nodded, permitting him to place
the blindfold across her eyes and secure it with the strap.

“Lie down, face up, and put your hands over your head, on
the pillow,” he instructed, helping her comply so she wouldn’t bonk her head on
the back wall.

Inwardly, Remy knew this was lighthearted fun, but blindfolds
could be scary and were often a good way to introduce a lover to bondage
without pushing the envelope. They were still new together. The last thing he
wanted was to push too far too fast.