How did one answer that one? With the truth as Jax knew it.
“I’m not talking about a one-night stand,” Jax stated. “I’m asking for a while-you- are-here stand.”
“Meaning what, exactly?” Eve demanded, standing proudly beside Remy.
“While you’re in Dare, you and Remy are mine. I can’t, in all honesty, promise anything more right now. Can that change? Maybe, I’d like it to.”
Eve took him by surprise. She came right up to him, studying him in a way that left him speechless. There was no judgment or condemnation in her eyes, only a desire to make him feel better. Once again, a submissive proved to him why they were frequently the stronger partner in D/s relationships.
“Like Remy, I suspect you’ve suffered heartbreak and immeasurable pain,” she said, reaching up to cup his face. “If you give me a chance, maybe you’ll realize I’m capable of healing both of you.”
“My pain cuts deeper than a broken heart, baby girl.”
“Soul-deep,” she whispered. “The kind of pain that comes from losing someone you love, much the way Remy lost his brother and still misses him. Same as I feel about my mom.”
Trembling more than he’d ever done in the wake of a woman’s gentle touch, Jax wanted to bark at her and put her through her paces. But that was the Dom wanting to push her submissive nature, not the man who simply wanted to hold her and never let go.
“What happened to your mother?” he asked, saddened because she truly seemed to relate to the pain of losing a loved one. In his case, he’d lost two.
“She had breast cancer,” she answered, tears swelling in her eyes. “She died when I was young.”
“I’m very sorry,” he said. “You don’t have to be so nice to me, Evelyn.”
“Yes, I do,” she countered. “I suspect you’ve needed someone to be nice to you for a long time.”
“Maybe you’re right,” Jax agreed.
“When you’re ready, talk to us, tell us about your pain,” she encouraged, tilting her head toward Remy. “Remy is an incredibly listener and very supportive.”
“I’ll try. That’s about all I can do.”
“That’s all anyone can do, Jaxon.” She went up on her toes then, surprising him by kissing his chin softly. “If Remy’s okay with it, yes, we’ll be your dates for tonight.”
A heavy hand came to rest on Jax’s shoulder, tightening enough to offer support.
“It’s okay with me. Eve’s pretty amazing, isn’t she?” Remy murmured.
“She is. That said, if you fuck her over, I’ll break you,” Jax vowed, wondering even as he said it, if it was his heart he was really worried about.
“Same thing applies to you,” Remy stated. “We’ll see you at seven.”
Jax nodded. “I’ve got to find Taylor.”
“Tell her I’m looking forward to meeting her,” Eve said.
“Will do, and, Eve, thank you. Be careful though, I’ve a sweet tooth and you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever known.”
“I’m not worried,” she said, brushing her lips across his before stepping back. “Nor am I always sweet, in fact, I’ve a feisty side.”
“She’s got a thing for vampires,” Remy added. “She means it. She bites, scratches, you name it, she leaves her mark.”
Jax felt a snarl well up in his throat, his upper lip curling. He really didn’t need to know she had a vampire fetish. Now that he did, he already imagined living his own fetishes out with her.
“Mark me, I’ll mark you. Go now or none of us are making it to the party.”
Remy took Eve’s hand and led her away. It took everything in Jax to watch them leave. He’d been a breath away from telling her about his alter ego.
Chapter Nine
Getting ready for her date with Remy and Jaxon Wynter, Eve felt as nervous as she’d been on prom night. Hopefully this night would turn out better than her ill-fated date with the loss of her virginity.
She’d been seventeen, a senior in high school. Her experience with boys had been minimal, kissing, handholding, nothing below the neck.
Her date that night, Matt Bucher, had been the senior class president and accepted into Harvard. Her father had approved vehemently. He’d even met Matt’s parents, arranged for a limousine to transport them safely to and from the prom and all went well.
That was until Matt talked her into attending a party at a friend of a friend’s house. He’d called her dad, feeding him a lie that they were going to a chaperoned after-prom party and her father didn’t question it.
At the party, Eve accepted drink after drink. At first she’d fooled herself into thinking it was simply punch without a heavy dose of vodka.
The truth was she’d wanted to fit in. One thing led to another, drinking games, dancing and someone’s bedroom where Matt coaxed her into more than kissing. To this day, she barely remembered much at all about the sex, except the discomfort of having her hymen torn by a boy who’d been as inexperienced as she was.
She’d actually bled from the tearing, leaving a small stain on the sheets. Soon as he saw the blood, Matt accused her of being a slut because she’d let him fuck her when she had her period.
She’d gotten up and vomited in the closest toilet. Afterward, she found Matt passed out on the bed, called a cab and left. He never called her after that, although he sent a thank you note to her dad for the limo!
Since then she’d genuinely liked the men she’d dated in college and grad school, though she not really been in love until she met Remy. He’d made sex fun, exciting and passionate.
Thinking about Remy naturally made her think of Jaxon Wynter. She still couldn’t believe it. She had a date with two very gorgeous, hot, extremely different men. It brought her back to the age-old question, what to wear?
Remy was currently in the bathroom taking a very long shower. He’d kissed her before disappearing, saying he needed some privacy to prepare for later. She wasn’t exactly sure what he’d meant although they’d stopped at a neighborhood pharmacy on their way back to the hotel.
Deciding to wait outside the store, she asked Remy to pick up a few things for her, namely shaving gel for sensitive skin, as her trial supply had run out. It hadn’t taken him very long, but she’d enjoyed looking around the town and getting a feel for Main Street.
Later when they returned to their hotel room, Eve soaked in the bathtub, shaved her legs and underarms and touched up her bikini-trimmed pubic area. She’d been so nervous she took a chunk of skin off her knee and had to dab it with a piece of toilet paper. The tissue was still in place on the chance she started to bleed again.
What was Remy doing in that bathroom so long? Backtrack, Remy was bi. Jaxon was bi. She’d be the middle of their male on male sandwich. Now she knew what Remy was doing in that shower, and what he’d bought when he’d wandered into that pharmacy.
“Eve, what are you staring at?” Remy asked behind her.
Spinning around, her breath caught in her throat. There he was, her Remy, beautiful, handsome, tall, strong, everything she’d ever want in a man. And yet, somehow there was room in her life for another.
She didn’t know how long this experience with Jaxon would last. She only hoped she didn’t lose Remy as a result. It was something to think about, to make sure that he didn’t end up with a broken heart when they left Dare.
“Hi, boss,” she said, loving the way Remy stood there in nothing but a towel.
“Hi, sugar,” he greeted, grinning. “You still haven’t told me what you were looking at.”
“Just trying to choose something to wear,” she told him, shrugging. “I’m a little nervous about our date with Jaxon.”
“Me too,” Remy confessed, though he didn’t appear to be as rattled as she was. “I hope you’re not feeling rushed.”
“No, I don’t. I want him, Remy. If it makes me weird or it’s wrong, so be it. I only hope I’ve not disappointed you by how I feel.”
Remy pushed off the doorjamb, striding up to
her with the powerful grace that he’d mastered so well. It was the one that made television cameras love him and New England fans want to fuck him.
“I’m not disappointed, Eve. If anything your response makes me want him more than I already do. I’ve had a taste of Jaxon now and I want him to be our lover.”
“He really did kiss you today,” she said, curious to hear the details.
“Actually it was kind of a wrestling match for who’d kiss who first. I think he let me win and then he took over.”
“Jaxon’s quite fascinating. Aside from you, I can’t think of any man who’s dominated my thoughts this much.”
“Sawyer, Gabriel and Travis don’t come to mind?”
She shook her head. “They’re all great guys, but I’ve no interest in them.”
“You sure you’re not upset that I kissed another man?” Remy touched his hand to her face, turning his palm inward to cup her cheek.
“Were you upset when I touched his cock? Or let him stroke my thigh?”
“No, I liked it. Ever since college, I’ve had an affinity for threesomes. Thing is, Eve, this is exactly what I was trying to protect you from. Taking on someone else in a new relationship could be a big mistake.”
“Remy, I gave myself to you knowing full well that another man might come into the picture. I want to be part of that picture.”
“Eve, you’re too good to me.”
“I’m realistic. I think we were stranded in Colorado so that we could come together and be prepared for this moment in time.”
“For Jaxon,” he clarified.
“Yes, for Jaxon.”
“You do understand that he’s a Dominant? If he scares you or threatens you, let me know and I’ll protect you.”
“He’s hurting inside and it kills me thinking about it. I don’t know who he lost or what happened, but it must have been terrible enough to make him hide here in Dare. He’s lonely.”
Remy dropped his hand to her shoulder, his other arm coming around her waist to hug her up against his body. His cock, large and significant, poked her center, tempting her to untie the bathrobe she was wearing and jump her man.
“You still think he’s Ransom Hunter?”
Eve nodded. “Finding Ransom is incidental to me now that we’ve met Jaxon. If he is the author, it’s his right to maintain that secret to the grave.”
“Jaxon’s not promising anything beyond the here and now. I don’t want him to break your heart.”
“Nor do I want that for you. You’re genuinely attracted to him, yes?”
“I spent the last thirty minutes getting ready for a night of sex with him. What do you think?”
“I think you should introduce me to anal sex soon. If you’re willing to share me that way, I’d be willing to try.”
“It’s too soon for you tonight,” he told her, shaking his head.
“Anal sex won’t cause damage or anything?”
“Not if done right and you’re prepared for it. Toys, fingers, tongues, will get you loosened up and ready for bigger and better things.”
“Such as your cock, I presume.”
“You already know the answer to that one.”
Lowering his head, Remy kissed her, giving her a moment to adjust to his height advantage before ravishing her mouth in a French kiss so deep and powerful, she had to hold him close to keep upright.
“Love you, Remy,” she murmured when he let her breathe again.
Resting his forehead against hers, he whispered, “I love you too.”
“Are you scared?” she asked, trembling as the enormity of the evening became all too real.
“I’m terrified. If this night goes to hell in a handbag don’t leave me.”
“No matter what happens with Jaxon, I gave my heart to you this past weekend not just my body. I’m not taking it back.”
“I’m not giving it back,” he promised, holding her close, giving her the support she’d needed to relax.
“What time is it?”
Remy eased up, looking around the room to the bedside table. “Six thirty.”
“I need to get dressed. Too bad I can’t call Avery. She has a better fashion sense than I do.”
“Want some help? Think of me as her stand-in.”
“If you’d like, feel free.” Stepping back, she swept her hand toward the closet.
“Robe needs to come off, sugar.” Remy moved away, shoving his way through her side of the big hotel room closet with singleminded purpose.
“You just want to see me naked,” she challenged, removing the robe anyway.
He looked back, his eyes growing hot as they swept her naked body. He whistled and then winced a little, having to adjust his stiff erection that threatened the security of his bath towel.
“Jesus, if my dick gets any harder, I’m going to need a shoehorn to get the damnable thing in my leathers.”
“Ouch, don’t mess with perfection. If you need relief, take the towel off and I’ll suck you dry.”
“No, can’t,” he said.
“Why not?” she complained, pouting in a way she hoped he’d find irresistible.
“I’ve the feeling that he won’t like it if we fuck or suck without him tonight. I’d rather not deal with a pissed-off Dom on our first night with him.”
“If he dares hurt you, I will kick his nuts into his skull.”
“Cripes, woman, don’t threaten the man’s jewels. He’s going to need them.”
“For?”
“Coming, a lot, with us.”
“There is that, hurry.”
“Okay, okay,” Remy uttered, still combing through her wardrobe of dresses and pants.
He paused, taking out a classic little black dress modified with silver accents intricately woven throughout a bodice that resembled an old fashioned whalebone corset. Twin narrow rhinestone shoulder straps would secure the dress in place. The bottom half of the dress flowed in a pretty swirl of satiny fabric.
“This is it. Where’d you get this?”
“I bought it on a whim when Morgan and I went shopping a couple weeks ago. What’s weird is I didn’t put that dress in my second suitcase.”
When they’d left Salem, she’d packed two cases, one for the road trip, one for Dare. Remy had graciously unpacked their things while she’d taken a quick dust-off shower before lunch so she’d not seen it then either.
“How do you think the dress got into your bag?”
“Morgan, she came by before you picked me up at my apartment to wish us well on our trip.”
“Sly little thing, isn’t she? I adore her but sometimes her intuition freaks me out. She told me months ago that I had two soul mates. One whom I’d already met, you, and the other would resemble a Norse god.”
“Wow, she gave me this whole yin and yang scenario and you have the symbol tattooed on your chest. What are the chances Jaxon has one?”
“Not sure,” Remy said. “Haven’t seen him naked, but chances are we will soon. So what do you think? Will this dress do for our date with Jax?”
“Dress accepted,” she decided, reaching for it.
“Too bad this isn’t a nudist party,” he said. “You look good in nothing but skin.”
Eve laughed, took the dress with her to the bed and laid it across the duvet. “It’s doubtful Hazard will appreciate if we tried to steal his thunder.”
“Yeah, we can’t do that to him. Skip wearing panties, Eve, if you dare.”
“I dare,” she said playfully.
Remy grinned devilishly and walked away, leaving Eve to slip into the dress. The only problem that came up was the silver ties that crisscrossed in the back. They actually had to be tied so she followed him into the closet and got a little help binding the laces so that the dress fit snugly without cutting off circulation.
Once he finished, she dashed out of the closet and went to a mirror. The dress was perfect! The material was velvet-soft, hugging her waist and emphasized the fact that she did have cleavage. The hem
touched mid-thigh, exposing enough skin to appear flirty without being too much.
Sitting on the bed, she dug through the bedside table where Remy stored her underwear and stockings. Selecting a pair of sheer stockings and a garter belt, she rolled up the skirt of her dress to put the belt and stockings. It took some doing but once she was done, she thought her legs looked great.
She had black pumps in the closet. They’d be perfect with the outfit. She also had some pretty dangly silver earrings in a small jewelry bag she’d placed in a room safe hidden behind a rack of clothes. It took a couple seconds to punch in the code—Remy’s birthday—and retrieve the bag.
Putting in the earrings then stepping into her shoes, she went in search for Remy, finding him in the sitting room clicking through channels on the TV. Wow, she was taken aback.
During her hustle to get ready, Remy had finished. Just seeing him sitting on a chaise did a number on her equilibrium. He looked great in black leather pants, a black belt with pewter studs and a black shirt. Heavy combat boots were already on his feet.
“You look great, Remy,” she said. He’d bound his hair back in a band, his Wampanoag features much more visible.
“Thanks, sugar,” he replied, staring right back. “You look edible.”
“Thank you, but hold that thought. I need to finish up before I do something crazy and launch myself at you.”
Remy stood up, his height much more noticeable. Something about him was different. He was still handsome, still her Remy, yet if she reached out and touched him she thought it possible to feel a current of excitement buzzing inside of him.
The same current that had passed between them and Jaxon in the lobby, the same that danced upon her skin with excitement, inducing goose bumps the way only a rare EVP caught on one of Remy’s devices had done before. Kismet, maybe, or chemistry, whatever it was, it was alive and well and new.
Heading to the bathroom to avoid further delays, she brushed her teeth and began applying makeup. She tended toward subtlety during the day. Tonight she created a smokier, more dramatic look for her hazel eyes and a dark-pink shade of lipstick and shiny gloss to emphasize her mouth.
With her face done, she unwound her braided hair and brushed it. The result was exactly what she’d hoped, giving her normally straight hair waves and body. Imagine that, Eve looked at herself in the mirror and liked what she saw.
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