“You don’t have to worry about that,” Jaxon assured her.
“Then what did you mean?”
“After our conversation in the hotel room, I no longer think it’s necessary to keep Ransom Hunter’s identity to myself. I’ve never been ashamed of the Vampire-for-Hire series, but I have been suffering writer’s block and that’s what kept me silent.”
“Are you planning to write again, Jax?” Remy questioned.
“It’s possible. Months ago my agent worked out a deal to turn the series into movies. I want to write the screenplays. If it works out, I’m hoping to finish the series with one more book. I’m a long way from that goal.”
“No one knows the characters better than you,” she supplied.
“I tried locking myself away in my house over the winter to see if I could come up with something good enough, but ended up trashing everything I started. Then I saw the two of you in the lobby today and a scene popped into my mind as vividly as it did before my partners died.”
“I feel terrible for your loss but I’m happy about the scene,” she murmured, wanting nothing more than to hold him close and never let go.
“Thank you, Evelyn. I’m all right.” He tightened his arm around her waist, allowing room for Remy to circle her shoulders with his big, muscled arm.
Remy punched the elevator up button. Like the lobby, the doors, sconces and accents around the elevator bay were all made of brass. Everything gleamed to a high-end shine. The whole hotel was an artsy combination of Wild West and modern amenities.
It felt as if an elevator took forever and a day to finally drop to the lobby floor. As soon as the door opened, she lifted her chin and stepped into the elevator, the men joining her.
Unlike the initial wait in the lobby, the elevator car swooshed up to their floor. The door slid apart, the hallway ahead of them. Nerves set in, making her freeze.
“Evelyn, you need to relax,” Jaxon said.
“I’m fine, Jaxon.”
“You’re so tense, Remy and I could snap you in two. We’ll take it slow tonight, all right?”
“Okay,” she said, hoping that the night didn’t go the way her prom night did.
“Tell us what’s making you so nervous, please,” Remy suggested, his big hand going to the small of her back and gently pressing her forward, enabling her to step into the hallway.
“Bad time to recall the worst date of my life, that’s all,” she answered, hoping they’d move on.
They did, although she didn’t think the guys were going to let her off the hook that easily. At the room door, Jaxon took the key out of his pants pocket, slipped it into the lock and turned it. The door popped open wide, giving ample space for them to enter.
Remy went in first, followed by Eve then Jaxon who closed the door. She heard the click of the deadbolt then the clap of the u-shaped bar that backed up the security.
“You have many burglaries in Dare?” she asked Jaxon.
“Not really. Since Dare’s Chief of Police is former FBI, our security systems are always top notch. That’s one of the reasons electronic key cards aren’t used at any hotels in Dare.”
“Why’s that?” she asked.
“Primarily, they can be linked to credit cards and accounts vulnerable to hackers.”
“A cowboy FBI agent,” she said. “That’s pretty cool.”
“When Sawyer was in the FBI he wore the suit. He’d seen too much and needed to get away so he came to Dare.”
“Will you tell me about Sawyer’s grandfather?” she asked.
“He died a few years ago, left the ranch to Sawyer. Interestingly, he was named after Darius Dartmouth Hamilton, the founder of Dare, even though his father was the rancher.”
“Dartmouth?” Remy questioned.
“Dartmouth was a maternal surname somewhere down the line, not a relation to the university.”
“My Uncle Samuel’s middle name is Baker for the same reason,” Eve said. “But I’m fascinated by all things genealogy related.”
“Did you mean it when you offered to help me trace my father’s last name?” Jaxon questioned.
“Of course, is it an unusual surname?”
“It’s Norse, I think,” Jaxon answered. “Thorolf.”
Eve inclined her head. “If memory serves, Thorolf means Thor’s wolf, but I’ll back that up with research. It might take some time but I can help you.”
“We’ve got a few weeks, yes?” Jaxon came forward, taking her hands in his.
“At least until we have leave,” she answered. “I’m expected back home.”
“By your birthday in June,” he claimed.
Turning to look at Remy she was caught by the heat in his dark-brown eyes. Eyes that were locked onto her and Jaxon’s hands clasped together.
“How did you know that?”
“Remy told me. Try not to worry. We’ve got weeks to get to know each other. There’s plenty of time to play.”
“I fear you’ll own my soul if Remy and I stay that long.”
“Then I will hold it dear to my heart,” he promised, going down on one knee, her hands still caught in his. “Evelyn Stratham, will you let Remington and me be your lovers?”
Heart slamming in her chest as if a thousand butterflies took flight, Eve nodded. Jaxon smiled, slitting his eyes across to where Remy stood close by.
“Then let’s get her naked and into bed where we can relax and enjoy each other at leisure.”
“I can take my clothes off,” she assured, feeling shy.
“We’ll take care of you, love,” Jaxon stated, for the first time calling her something other than baby girl.
She loved when he called her his baby girl. It made her feel special. Being his love? That made everything all the more real, making her feel as much his as she was Remy’s.
At her back, Remy began working to free the ties that bound her corset-like bodice into place. There was no rush, just a simple ease of pressure, loosening her up. It wasn’t as if the corset were too tight, but symbolically she felt freed from society’s strictures.
Then Jaxon, still on his knees, tugged the hem of her dress, coaxing it to fall in a swath of black and silver at her feet. Carefully, he removed her shoes and then helped her step out of the folds of the dress.
Remy kept her steady the whole time, his touch exciting because it was Remy. Jaxon reached up, unclasped the garter belt from the stockings, carefully rolling the stockings down and off then removing her garter belt.
Kindly, he placed a kiss on the tiny spot where she’d nicked herself with a razor. His gesture touched her heart, enabling her to see him as so much more than her soon-to-be lover.
Jaxon rose to his feet, his eyes trailing the length of her naked body. Stilling as a hot flush coursed through her, she prayed he didn’t find her lacking. She’d never have killer curves and big boobs.
He’d probably had many lovers with more experience than Eve could claim. He was a Master who trained submissives and D/s couples new to the lifestyle. Would he stop doing that?
“What are you thinking about, baby girl?” he demanded.
“Many things,” she answered.
“What were you thinking about? Don’t lie.”
“Answer him,” Remy urged, tightening his arms around her and lowering his head to begin nibbling along the side of her neck. Surrendering to his wicked mouth, she started when he bit down hard, latching on, sucking.
“I was wondering if you would stop training submissives if the three of us become serious, Jaxon,” she confessed, going up on her toes as pleasure receptors under her skin became as charged as an electrical current.
“Right now I don’t know if I’ll stop. It’ll depend on how committed we are to each other. Would you do me a favor, Evelyn?”
“Yes, anything, Sir.”
“When you’re comfortable, call me Master Jax.”
“Okay.”
“Good. From now on be careful not to compare anything we do to what you may ha
ve heard with your friends back home or what you may have read. Here in Dare, you and Remy are mine and when you’re ready, I’ll train you.”
“I’ll remember,” she whispered, completely awed by him.
“Is there anything that is an automatic no-fucking-way?”
“I’m not fond of doctors, needles or tattoos.”
“Okay, anything else?”
“Do I need a safeword?”
Jaxon eased his grip, his fingers curling gently alongside her jaw, his thumb caressing her cheek. “I’m not planning to do anything to you that would scare you into using one. At least, not yet. Down the line, definitely.”
“Can I have five minutes to prepare myself in the bathroom?”
“Five minutes, no more, no less,” Remy granted, letting go of her from behind.
Jaxon nodded, kissed her quickly then stepped out of her path. She scooted away, rushing toward the bathroom and closing the door.
After taking a few minutes to brush her teeth and splash cool water on her face, she saw the bathrobe she’d hung on a hook behind the door after her bath earlier. Grabbing it, she put it on.
Strolling around naked with two men was something she was going to have to get used to. Feeling better, she opened the door, discovering that her men had made their way to the bedroom, kicked off their shoes, undressed and were lying back on the bed, side by side, dark and light, yin and yang.
Propped up on a generous assortment of pillows at their backs, they looked gorgeously male and sexy. Walking into the room, she paused when Jaxon twirled his finger at her, a message she interpreted as an aim at her robe.
“Off. No clothes for the night.”
“Feeling shy, sorry,” she whispered, untying the robe and letting it drop where she stood.
“Come here, sugar,” Remy invited, holding his hand out to her. “You’re beautiful.”
Eve smiled, drawn to him because it was natural as breathing, familiar. His height was greater than Jaxon, his complexion darker, showcasing his heritage to perfection. But dear God and all she regarded as holy, both were divine-looking men.
Jaxon was lean, his muscle defined, sleek perfection. Just as his groin was bare, he didn’t have body hair. His six pack appeared rock hard, abs she could lick and nibble and do her wash on. His chest was sculpted. His skin paler than Remy’s but no less sexy.
Similar to Remy, he also had a lot of ink. On his right shoulder, there was a tattoo of a vampire with long white hair and blood dripping from his sharp fangs.
On his left pectoral was the ink that surprised her the most because it was nearly a mirror image of Remy’s yin and yang symbol. Wow, there they were, the men Morgan Maddox predicted she’d fall in love with.
“Don’t be offended, Jaxon, but how the hell did you get so ripped?” she asked curiously, treading closer to the bed.
“Dancing regularly and maintaining the body I perfected when I was younger,” he answered, grinning. “You like how I look, love?”
“I could eat you up,” she declared, thinking he’d be the perfect model for Thor or any Norse god.
“Me too, sugar,” Remy agreed, shifting closer to Jaxon and reaching over to stroke his lover’s smooth chest, trailing his fingers downward. “Come on, climb in bed and take a taste.”
Remy’s hand glided down to Jaxon’s groin, surrounding his splendidly perfect penis. Eve thought they were both pretty well hung, but they were different as night and day.
Remy’s cock was a little thicker, darker. She’d guess ten inches in length. His foreskin was already rolled down to reveal his purplish glans.
Jaxon’s was proportionate to his size, about eight inches, long enough to please any woman or man and as thick as his wrist. His glans was plum-shaped, his balls hairless, making him look neat and tidy, delicious.
She couldn’t say when or how she reached the bed. A smooth hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her closer, helping her onto the mattress.
She had to climb over Jaxon to find her place in the middle. Unlike when they walked with her hand in hand, they’d flipped sides, presumably so that their dominant hands, Remy’s left, Jaxon’s right, had better access to her.
“I think I’ve interrupted your fun time with Jaxon’s cock,” Eve said, hoping she sounded calm when her heart was pounding and her clit was throbbing.
“That’s okay, Eve, there’s plenty of time in the night.”
“You said I could take a taste of Jaxon’s cock,” she reminded, pouting.
“You’ll get your turn. Right now, we’re going to take care of you. Isn’t that right, Jax?”
Jaxon turned toward her, followed by Remy, both men boxing her in, protecting her. Twin mouths, one softer, Jaxon’s, the other more recognizable, Remy’s, kissed her cheeks, trailing to her jaw, farther to her throat.
Eve didn’t expect to melt the second they began kissing her. She didn’t expect to become so wet that she knew she’d leave a wet spot on the bed.
Vaguely aware that at some point the men had turned the duvet down so that it was at the foot of the bed, she appreciated the pillow behind her head. She needed it. Remy and Jaxon didn’t have an ounce of fat on their bodies, but their weight and their proximity covered her more effectively than any blanket could.
“I want to play,” she murmured, trying her best to reach something, anything and miraculously finding Jaxon’s smooth cock.
Ringing him with her fingers, she loved having the opportunity to stroke his shaft, taking her time, feeling him lengthen and thicken in her hand. Jaxon lifted his head from where he’d been feasting on her throat.
“That’s it, baby girl, stroke me,” he encouraged, shifting his hips so she could grasp him tighter. He was smooth, sexy and slick muscle, heavy and yet vulnerable to her touch.
Trailing her hand up to tease his glans, she discovered pre-cum dampening his crown. With her thumb, she rubbed it all around his head, smoothing it down his veined shaft.
“That’s it,” he continued to murmur, thrusting into her fist.
Remy caught her other hand, bringing it to his big cock and helping her ring him at the base. “Get us good and hard for you, sugar.”
“You already are,” she pointed out, gripping him as best as she could and still jerk Jaxon’s penis without causing him harm. “I want to please you and Jaxon.”
“You are,” Jaxon uttered, thrusting into her hand even as he lowered his head to her throat, delivering stinging, biting kisses to her most vulnerable vein. Thrills shot up and down her spine, the tension within her pussy mounting.
Remy and Jaxon’s hands began exploring her body, leisurely taking their time discovering her erogenous zones, the base of her rib cage, the curve of her hips, her underarms, her inner thighs and backs of her knees.
Remy’s stroke was constant, heavier, slightly rougher, but, oh, wonderfully warm when he slid his palm over her breast and squeezed, she arched, seeking something, sex, cock, release from the achingly sweet tension that ratcheted higher.
Jaxon’s caress was soft, and his nails were blunt. When he caressed, he did so with a slow deliberation that seemed to zap straight to the heart of her pussy, making her wetter.
Two hands cupped her breasts now, the differences so incredibly wonderful that the strengths in their caresses gave her a sense of rightness that couldn’t be explained. Yin and yang, dark and light, hot and warm, a gazillion sensations, all good, all deliciously, indescribably good and yet there was more to come.
Jaxon’s fingers tightened on her nipple, tweaking it, pinching it. He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t need gentle, she needed to feel. The harder he pinched, the more she felt, the greater the pleasure storming through her.
“Ohmigod,” she whispered, tossing her head back, welcoming the slight sting that resulted when he pinched hard enough to make it seem as if he declared ownership.
“Don’t be scared,” he warned, having broken off from the feast he’d made of her throat and kissed his way to her breast. Her neck
burned from his sucking. Surely he’d left his mark.
Squeezing her breast in his hand, he elicited moans from her throat as she pushed herself farther into his mouth. He suckled, licked, driving her insane with need.
Jaxon bit down, easing off the pressure before he induced too much discomfort. Eve went wild, bucking up at him when a rush of heat swarmed her breast and pussy simultaneously.
Remy lowered his head to her other breast, suckling gently. The alternating sensations—gentle suction to dark, edgy eroticism—drove her absolutely crazy.
“You are the perfect woman for us,” Jaxon declared before biting at her nipple and drawing her deep into his mouth and sucking so strongly, he lifted her right off the bed.
“I need to come!”
“You will, sugar, you will come plenty.”
“Do I have to beg? Fuck me!” she cried out, realizing she still managed to grip their penises.
Resuming her jerking motions, she worked their manly flesh, loving the thickness and length of Remy’s cock, learning the beauty of Jaxon’s smoother shaft and velvet soft cockhead.
Both men drew off her nipples, giving her body a brief rest before resuming their kisses down her body. Every inch they kissed came alive. Every part of her that was female was wide awake, but the further they traveled made it near impossible to jerk them off.
“I can’t reach your cocks,” she complained, trying to shuffle her way closer.
“He’s hung, isn’t he?” Jaxon asked, obviously referring to Remy.
“He’s beautiful. You’re both beautiful,” Eve declared.
“Thank you, sugar,” Remy said. “Later, he’s going to fuck my ass while I fuck you. You okay with that?”
“Yes, anything you want,” she said, tossing her head. “Remy, please, please, make love to me.”
“I am, Eve, so is Jax,” he answered.
Two heads, one predominately white, the other predominately black, continued onward in their destination. Remy’s calloused hand reached her drenched pussy, his fingers working their way through her slit and into her depths, pushing into her.
Jaxon’s smooth fingers and manicured nails scratched their way to her inner thighs, coaxing her legs apart. “Eat her up, Remy.”
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