No one bowed out of lunch. Once the hostess returned, they all followed her through the restaurant to an alcove with a round table large enough for ten.
One by one, they filed in and Remy assisted Eve with her chair then claimed a seat to her right. Being left-handed, he tended to gravitate to her right in order to hold her hand or put his arm around her. It was a natural fit.
Not to his surprise, Jaxon took the seat on Eve’s left, politely taking a menu from the hostess and handing it to Eve. “Here you go, baby girl.”
“Thank you,” Eve said, taking the menu and opening it.
“See anything you like, sugar?” Remy asked, leaning closer to her in order to peer at the lunch specials.
“Still looking. You?” she replied, doing her best to share the menu. It wasn’t necessary for her to do that since there was a menu on his place setting, but Remy enjoyed interacting with Eve over something this simple.
“Wow, you two are making me blush,” Avery chimed in, perching on her elbows. “You’ve got to tell me how it happened.”
“How did what happen?” Gabriel asked.
Jax eased back, not bothering to look at his menu. He made a gesture to the hostess, whispered something and the girl zoomed off. No sooner did the little blonde disappear, than Jax lowered his hand beneath the table. If he touched Eve without Remy’s okay, they were going to have problems from the get-go.
“Eve has been working for Remy for a year. They’re finally a couple,” Avery told Gabriel. “It’s a long story.”
“I take it Eve was as stubborn as Taylor can be?” Gabriel asked Remy.
“Since I haven’t met Taylor yet, all I can say is that Eve has the patience of a saint,” Remy answered.
Jax shifted, his arm coming up and settling around the back of Eve’s chair. Remy was going to object until the man’s hand settled lightly on his shoulder. For a second he thought it was a product of his imagination but the warmth was real. The rightness of it was too good to explain and Remy didn’t shake Jax off.
“Evelyn is beautiful. How the hell did you wait a year for her?” Jax questioned.
“He had very good reason,” Eve stated, defending him even now.
Remy dropped his eyes, appreciating Eve. Jaxon was right. She was beautiful.
“And to that reason, I’m pleading the fifth,” Remy said.
“When you’re ready, will you tell me?” Jax inquired.
“We’ll see,” Remy answered.
“Tell us what it’s like to be a world-renowned illusionist, Gabriel,” Eve asked, changing the subject.
“I’m no different than anyone else,” Gabriel claimed, leaning across the table to wave his hand near her ear, producing an ace of hearts.
“So will you tell us how you did that?” she questioned, grinning even as she took the card from Gabriel and inspected it.
“If I told you my secrets, I’d have to tie you up and make you disappear.”
Jax leaned toward Eve’s left ear, whispering something. She shivered, brushing her hand anxiously over her flat abdomen. He wondered if she was fighting nervousness the same as he was.
Then Remy had to bite his tongue when Jaxon’s fingers shifted subtly, his thumb working its way under Remy’s shirt collar to stroke the spot where his shoulder muscle met his neck. Whether he knew it or not, Jax had discovered one of Remy’s automatic-erection triggers.
He was already hard, but with every delicious stroke of Jaxon’s finger over that spot, Remy’s cock became thicker, pulsing with blood, and his balls ached. He couldn’t give in to the seductive Jaxon Wynter. Not yet…no, not at all…unless Eve was onboard and he had no business asking her to do that, not for him.
“Best to find someone else to impress with your magic, Gabriel, Eve’s mine,” Remy said quietly, slanting a look over at Jax.
“Careful there, Remy means it,” Avery stated. “He’s got that look in his eyes. The same one Hazard had when he looked at me, he now gives to Eve.”
“No worries, I’m not going to steal his girlfriend. I’m simply trying to make Eve feel welcome in our little town here.”
“Thank you, Gabriel. How did you decide to be a magician?” Eve asked.
“My grandmother used magic to tell stories in Jamaica and she handed her love of both down to me. My father’s ancestors immigrated to America after too much turmoil for the Gypsies in Romania.”
“You’re part Gypsy?” Eve asked excitedly.
“My great grandfather was. His wife was Romanian.”
“Was it difficult to learn illusions?” Avery asked curiously.
Remy was grateful for the questions. They distracted Avery and Gabriel from what was going on between him, Eve and Jaxon.
Eyes that oddly matched Eve’s dress sliced right into Remy’s, warning him not to look away. Jaxon’s hand on Remy’s shoulder tightened and right then he was tempted to drag the other man under the table and kiss him.
“Can you excuse me for a second, Eve?” Remy asked, needing to retreat. His cock was about to bust his zipper.
Eve’s gentle hand landed on his knee. “Everything okay, Remy, do you need some help?”
“Nah, sugar, I’m fine. Be right back. Order me a sweet iced tea and a pulled pork sandwich with fries on the side.”
“You want anything else?” Eve questioned.
“Cornbread if they have it.”
Remy stood up, praying no one looked at his groin when he backed up and left the alcove. A few twists and turns later, he found the men’s room door, and went through it in a hurry. Thankfully no one impeded him or met up with the backside of the door.
Urinals lined the wall. It smelled of bleach and Purell hand sanitizer. A couple of sinks were to his left. Two stalls were in the back. Remy went to the biggest stall.
He felt bad. It was designed for a handicapped person. He should really leave it empty but made a last minute decision to duck inside and lock the door when he heard someone enter the men’s room.
Don’t let it be him, Remy silently pled to the ugly gray door, even though he was sure it was. He knew on a level of communication he’d not experienced since Stefan, the first man he’d fallen in love with.
Behind the safety of the stall door, Remy took a moment to think. He wasn’t used to running from anything or anyone, much less a man he was attracted to.
But Eve was counting on him to be there for her. The first sign of attraction to a guy didn’t mean he had to follow up on anything, despite the fact that Jax was the sexist man Remy had met in a long time.
“You can stay in there and jerk off or come out and we’ll take care of what’s going on in your pants together,” Jax offered, his voice cutting through the thin metal door.
“Can’t a guy take a piss in private?” Remy demanded, trying to rearrange his erection so it’d be invisible. Yeah right, nice try. Given that his cock was huge, nothing short of coming or a bath in a ton of ice was going to help.
“Fuck,” he whispered angrily.
“Come out, Remy, nothing will happen that you don’t want. I’m here to help not fuck you.”
Turning the lock, Remy pushed through the door and headed straight to the sink. It hurt to walk. He did it anyway. Jaxon leaned back against the bathroom door, his presence known even if Remy chose not to look at him.
“What’s up?” Remy asked, pretending his erection was no big deal.
“Think we both know what’s up. The more you resist me, the more I’m going to want to you.”
“What the hell are you talking about, Wynter?”
“That gigantic erection you’ve got? I want it. I want you. You want me. I know it. You know it. Evelyn knows it.”
“I’m not going to hurt her by fucking you.”
“I’m not asking you to hurt her. Let me help you. As much as I want to get you off neither of us have time for that.”
“Help me exactly how?” Remy demanded, finally facing the man. It hit him then, the desire to rush Jaxon Wynter into tha
t fucking ugly bathroom stall and fuck him until they were both sated.
And then what would he do, go back to Eve and say he was sorry. There was no way to hide that kind of fucking, the kind that left bruises and the scent of sweat and sex.
Jaxon pushed off the doorjamb, coming up to Remy as boldly as only a man with a mission could do. Something was in the other man’s hand but Remy had little time to figure out what it was.
“Let me help you, Remy,” he offered, extending his free hand to Remy’s fly.
Remy automatically covered Jax’s hand, pressing it up against his shaft rather than pushing it away as he should have. The strength in Jax’s grip was immeasurable. The warmth, the heat, more tempting than anything Remy had faced in a long time.
That was the truth right there. Men were Remy’s weakness. The one thing that could tear him and Eve apart was this man. It killed him inside knowing if Jax pushed his buttons, he’d likely cave.
“Don’t touch me, Jax, please. If you do, the mess will be all over the fucking place. How do I explain that to Eve?”
“Not going to do anything except give you relief,” Jax promised, unzipping Remy’s fly with ease. His other hand shifted and an ice pack was pressed right below his navel, sucking the air right out of Remy’s lungs.
“Fucking hell, man, that’s cold!”
“Is it working?” Jaxon tugged on Remy’s parted fly, opening it up.
“Yeah,” Remy conceded, hating the ice with a passion and strangely loving the sharp, jabbing cold going through his body at the same time.
At least Jaxon didn’t place the ice on Remy’s groin. That’d be pure hell. He simply held the pack right below Remy’s navel. His warm hand wasn’t helping though. If Jax lowered his hand a fraction, he’d grip Remy’s dick, warming it right back up again.
“This is a bad idea, my man,” Remy complained.
“Tell me about it. When I realized it was you and Eve I dreamed of Saturday night, I shoved my hand into an ice chest. It was the only thing that kept Red from noticing my erection.”
“Who the hell’s Red?”
“Avery is Red,” Jaxon said.
“She doesn’t have red hair,” Remy replied, latching onto a safe subject. He cared about Avery, but he simply wasn’t attracted to her the way he was with Eve.
“Stay focused on me, Remy. We need to get something straight.”
“If you don’t get your hand out of my pants, ice or not, something’s going to be straight soon enough. Get the picture?”
“What were you going to do in here, jerk off?” Jaxon questioned.
“Does it matter?” Remy challenged.
“Yes, it does.”
“I’m not letting Eve go for you. I don’t know you,” Remy said, trying to ignore the man who’d captivated him from the moment he saw him in the hotel lobby.
Jax’s left hand came up to snag Remy’s hair, jerking it hard enough to make him pay attention. “You’ll get to know me. Once you do, you’ll find out I don’t want you to let Evelyn go, I want her too. Don’t you feel the connection between the three of us?”
“Eve and I have known you for all of a half an hour now. Not going to happen, dude.”
“You’re scared. I understand. I am too,” Jaxon murmured, speaking low and deep, the darkness in his tone seductive.
“I’m not afraid of you, Wynter,” Remy declared, fighting his need to submit and failing, instinctively turning his eyes downward to focus on the ugly tiled floor.
“Look me in the eye, Remington,” Jaxon ordered, jerking on Remy’s hair hard enough to send shards of hot pain through his nerve endings, exciting him further.
“What do you want?” Remy lifted his gaze, the impact of those violet eyes electric, molten hot.
“You, Eve, me, in bed, tonight,” Jaxon answered, laying it all out there.
“Too soon,” he refused, shaking his head. Jaxon shifted close, his mouth touching Remy’s throat and then moved to kiss his lips.
“Too soon for this, you mean?” Jaxon demanded with nothing more than a whisper as he brushed his mouth back and forth over Remy’s lips. “I dare you to deny me one French kiss. If you push me away, I’ll leave you alone until tomorrow.”
“Is that all?”
“It’s all I can promise. Not used to being turned down. You have the count of three to decide.”
“Can’t say…no,” Remy confessed, shoving one hand between them to get rid of the fucking ice pack.
With the ice gone, he grabbed Jaxon’s shirt with his left hand, struggling to overpower the man. One second they were standing toe-to-toe, the next Remy plastered Jaxon against the nearest wall.
“You want to kiss me, Jax? Do it, make it count.”
Jaxon laughed darkly and did as Remy wanted. It didn’t matter that Remy fooled himself into thinking he’d overpowered the other man.
All he knew was that Jaxon’s mouth, at first unforgivingly male, claimed his, softening beautifully the second Remy relaxed. Groaning in need, he parted his lips, permitting another man’s tongue to thrust inside.
Feeling guilty as hell knowing Evelyn waited not far from where they were, Remy jerked back as if Jaxon punched him in the chin. If Jaxon retaliated, he’d welcome the pain.
Looking around for some sort of saving grace, he remembered the ice pack. It sat harmlessly on the floor and Remy didn’t care if he squeezed the ever-loving hell outta his testicles when he swooped down to grab it, stood up straight and placed it against his ball sac.
The pain of the ice was greater than he’d imagined, forcing the breath right out of Remy’s chest, his whole body going rigid even as his erection responded exactly as he needed it to, retreating.
“Don’t!” Jaxon called out, sounding as shaken up by their kiss too. “I want that in prime working order!”
“Fuck you, Wynter! My dick is not yours. I gave my word to Eve. I’m not going to hurt her.”
“Maybe you don’t understand your girlfriend as much as you profess,” Jax replied.
“You don’t know her.”
“I want to know her as much as I want you. Evelyn’s beautiful. She’s also warm, giving and madly in love with you. If you’d take your head out of your ass long enough, you’d see how she looks at you, with love, longing, devotion and yet she’s open to more.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying Evelyn would welcome a male, male, female sexcapade.”
“You can’t know that,” Remy argued.
“Tell me you weren’t aware of how aroused she was in the hotel?”
“As soon as our hands connected, I couldn’t shake imagining the three of us in bed together,” Remy admitted.
“You have a kink for bisexual threesomes, don’t you?” Jaxon said. “I do too. Does your girlfriend? I say yes.”
“I say you talk too much,” Remy remarked and brushed his knuckles across his lips to make sure they weren’t swollen from Jaxon’s kiss.
“You’re mouth’s fine. By the time I’m done with you tonight, it won’t be. Your jaw’s going to be sore. Be prepared.”
Remy shook his head, trying to deny the truth. The truth was, Remy wanted him. He still loved Eve. Nothing changed.
“Go to hell,” Remy commanded and, tossing the damn ice pack at the other man, he walked away.
Zipping up on his way to the bathroom door, he missed Jaxon’s movement. His hand flattened against the door, barring the exit. Damn, the guy moved fast as lightning.
Remy grabbed the handle, tugged. Nothing happened. All he noticed was the differences in their skin tones. Remy was darker, Jaxon beautifully pale.
“Say it, dammit. Say you’ll be mine.”
“I can’t! It’s Eve’s choice.”
“Then we’ll talk about it with her. We’ll have plenty of chances, especially tonight at the party.”
“Eve and I may skip it.”
“If the two of you did that, Eve would miss seeing Hazard propose to her best friend. She�
�d be sad and I can’t have that.”
“I won’t let you hurt her,” Remy vowed. “Same goes for any of your friends in Dare, the magician too.”
“You don’t need to worry about Gabriel. He’s taken. Taylor simply hasn’t realized it yet,” Jaxon replied, brushing his mouth right up against Remy’s throat.
“I’d imagine she’ll be in for a treat,” he said, wanting to make Jaxon a little jealous. “Gabriel Krystiyan moves as if he’s real good in bed.”
Jaxon burrowed his face into the side of Remy’s neck, biting down hard. Pain, hot, sweet and erotic, swept through Remy, his knees shaking.
“Fucking hell, you trying to draw blood, Wynter?” Remy grumbled, trying in vain to dislodge the man but it was near impossible, even though he was taller than Jaxon.
“Think this bite hurts?” Jaxon demanded upon freeing Remy. “If you fuck around on Evelyn or me, I will slap a cage on your cock and balls and make you beg for her forgiveness. You got that?”
“I got it. Let go.”
Jaxon relaxed his hold. “Turn around.”
Remy spun with an ease that couldn’t be halted. Jaxon held sway over him. That was scary as hell.
“I need to get back out there. Eve will worry.” A gentleman’s hand touched Remy’s cheek, gently stroking, nonthreatening, slowly destroying whatever willpower he had left.
“Maybe before the day’s done, you’ll tell me why you’re so afraid of me. If it’s a former boyfriend who let you down, I’m sorry about that. Just remember I’m not him.”
“It’s not like that, Wynter. I’m no stranger to threesomes, but you know that, don’t you?”
“I suspected,” he answered. “Say my name, please.”
“You don’t own me, Jax. You certainly don’t own Eve.”
“Don’t you see? I don’t want to own anyone. I want to be with the two of you, big difference,” Jaxon stated, his violet eyes locked onto Remy’s. It was then that Remy realized Jaxon was shaking.
“You’re scared too?”
“Terrified,” Jax admitted. “I never thought I’d feel this way again, not this fast anyway. Won’t you talk to her, see if she’ll agree to be with both of us?”
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