MenageaDare

by Frances Stockton

  Evelyn started giggling, turning this way and that.

  “What’s funny, baby girl?”

  “I’m happy and your cock ring is tickling my butt,” she answered, burying her head into the crook of his neck. Her soft hair teased his skin.

  “Damn, forgot to turn it off.” Sitting up, he looked around, found the toy and hit the switch.

  “No offense, guys, but I’m worn out. If I fall asleep, it’s your fault.”

  “We’re not done, sugar,” Remington warned.

  “If you tire me out or make me too sore to move tomorrow morning, it’ll be difficult to explain to Taylor and Avery.”

  “Baby girl, Avery’s going to be walking the same way as you,” Jax said. “I know Trevor. He’ll keep her up all night long.”

  “That’s probably true. What about Taylor?” she asked.

  “Taylor’s going to be that way when Gabriel gets through to her. She’s going to test him a while. My guess is Sawyer and Travis will get together first.”

  “Wait, what? Sawyer’s gay?”

  “I’m not sure he’s ready to admit it,” Jax answered. “I’ve known him a while now. I’ve only ever seen him date women, but I’ve noticed the way he looks at his foreman.”

  “How does he look at Sawyer?” she asked, sighing. “It sounds so romantic.”

  “The same way Remy and I look at you,” Jax answered. “We want to fuck you, a lot. We’re not afraid to let everyone around us know it.”

  “I’ve figured that out,” she murmured. “Had no idea I could come so much in one night.”

  “You’re a woman. Your body is made to handle penises vaginally and anally, toys of various sizes, a lot of things, all of which Remington and I will do to you.”

  Evelyn moved around on the bed until she put herself in the middle of him and Remington, collapsing back to the pillows. Something was on her mind. She flushed and murmured under her breath.

  “What’s the matter, Evelyn?” he asked.

  “Nothing,” she said, shrugging.

  “Never lie to me.”

  “I’m not. It’s not really shareable.”

  “Try us,” Remy coaxed. “Men aren’t all cavemen all the time.”

  “You two certainly aren’t.”

  “Thanks, but answer Jax. What’s up?”

  “Are you two going to take me at the same time?”

  “When you’re ready, yes,” Jax answered.

  “I’m not sure I can do that. I don’t want to embarrass myself,” she admitted.

  Remy sat up. “Eve, nothing that happens between us should embarrass you. We’ll train you to take our cocks in tandem.”

  She lifted her face, staring him in the eyes. “Will it hurt?”

  “It depends on your body and how we go about it,” Jax answered.

  “It’s just that my first time was my worst time. It was so painful that I’d actually left a bloodstain on the bed we were on. I about died from mortification. It took a while before sex was comfortable for me at all because I’d tense up, fearing it would hurt.”

  Jax wanted to shove his fist up the fucker’s ass for doing that to her. “Was he young, Evelyn?”

  “We were seniors in high school. It was prom night. It’s really, really stupid to even think about that now.”

  “Aw, Eve, he was probably more embarrassed than you were. It sounds as if he didn’t have much experience.”

  “I blame alcohol and two awkward teenagers needing to fit in with the crowd.”

  “Peer pressure’s the downfall of many,” Remy told her. “Are you still in touch with him?”

  “You could say that. It was Matt Bucher,” she answered.

  “The executive VP your father wants you to go out with?” Remy demanded.

  “Yes, and it wouldn’t be a shock at all if my dad wanted him to take over Bailey’s role.”

  “How do you feel about that?” Jax asked.

  “For the most part, Matt’s a decent guy who’s put in the time and energy to deserve his place in the company.”

  “But you’re not interested in dating him?” Jax asked.

  “I love Remy,” she stated, turning her eyes on Jax. “The longer we stay here, the more likely I’ll fall for you. If that scares you off, Jaxon, it’s a risk I’m prepared to take.”

  “Good for you. Does your father know about the prom-date fiasco?” Jax asked.

  “That’s not exactly something I’d talk about with him, you know? I’ve talked about first time experiences with my girlfriends. It’s silly to think about it now, but I guess nerves and the newness of the three of us together caused me to recall the past.”

  Jax sat up, took Evelyn’s face in his hands and leaned into her, kissing her soft mouth, opening her up for his tongue. Remington sat up too, encircling her with his arms and dropping his head to the sweet spot on her neck, kissing her there.

  “We’ve got you, sugar,” Remy assured. “Jax and I will protect you from the Matt Buchers of this world. Trust us.”

  Easing back from their kiss, Jax studied her expression. Love, that’s what resided there. Love for Remington remained in her eyes, as it should be. Love for Jax as well. He didn’t quite know why that didn’t send him packing, but he’d already decided to stay the course with his new lovers.

  “I do. I’m sorry I brought one bad experience into this. I shouldn’t have.”

  “Baby girl, you can tell us anything. Anything,” Jax stated. “Simply don’t lie. We’ll know if you do.”

  “I won’t,” she replied, smiling. “You’re so handsome, Jaxon. Can I kiss you again?”

  “Yes, you may,” he said, pleased when she crawled on top of him and touched her lips to his. Gathering her up close, he liked the way Remy’s head rested on his shoulder while their woman kissed him.

  It was intimate and sweet and she tasted minty and fresh, all female, theirs. Lifting her head, she shifted to kiss Remy in kind, the two sharing a French kiss that made Jax’s cock stir.

  But it’d be a little while before they could go for round two. Or was it three? He’d lost count.

  Only after she finished kissing Remy did Jax shift her to lie between them. Turning onto his side and facing her, he hugged her around the middle and lowered his head to the pillows. Remy moved around and cuddled up to her back, their arms crossing each other to hold onto her.

  Chapter Twelve

  Remy held his lovers, amazed to be pressed up nice and close to Eve’s ass while Jax was cuddled against her front, their arms linked, their legs crossed over hers.

  He didn’t know how long the three of them lay in the bed without doing much more than breathing. Eve was taking a well-deserved nap and Jax’s eyes were closed, but Remy didn’t think he was sleeping.

  “Were you really a stripper, Jax?” he asked in a whisper.

  Jax opened his eyes a tad, grinning before answering. “Yeah, you okay with that?”

  “Would you strip for us sometime?”

  “Sure,” Jaxon agreed, grinning. “Thank you.”

  “What are you thanking me for?”

  “For sharing Evelyn,” Jaxon answered. “She’s a keeper.”

  “So you said before. Do you mean for both of us or just me?”

  “Both. Before I met you and Evelyn, I’d have said lightning can’t strike a person twice.”

  “I know, Jax. I’m sorry if I’m pushing.”

  “You’re not. We’ve got time to get to know each other, let’s relax and enjoy it.”

  “You’re not afraid, Jax?”

  “Not as much as I was when we met.”

  Remy shifted his arm, moving his hand to grip Jaxon’s right shoulder. The heat of his skin was amazing, tempting. The vampire tattoo on his skin felt as if it breathed whenever he flexed his muscles.

  “You are a good man, Jaxon Wynter. A bad one would have put Eve through too much too quickly.”

  “I’m a really good Master. I know how much a sub can take at the start and recognize when to
pull back or proceed with her training. When the time comes, you’re going to have to let her test her own boundaries. You know that don’t you?”

  Remy frowned, needing to let go of Jax in order to hold her tighter. “Don’t hurt her during those sessions, Jaxon.”

  “I thought you trusted me.”

  “I do. It’s just that a friend of mine was the victim of an abusive Dom.”

  “Was he your lover?”

  “No, but we were in the same BDSM club. His Master got off on humiliating him. One night it was so bad, Gary collapsed after a particularly brutal whipping and the Dom permitted others to urinate and jack off on him. That’s when I knew he was a victim.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I picked him up and took him to the ER for medical treatment. Needless to say, neither of us returned to that club.”

  “You have my word as a Master of worth, I’ll never harm or humiliate her. She’s precious to me, Remy.”

  “I believe you,” Remy said, relieved for Eve’s sake and his.

  Eve shifted, murmuring something sleepily. Her hand came up, touching his and Jaxon’s. She didn’t speak, simply relaxed and sighed. They rested like that for a little while. Ultimately, it was the call of nature that got Remy climbing out of bed.

  “Where are you going?” Jaxon murmured, causing Remy to turn back. Eve remained in Jax’s arms, safe and sound. Her eyes were closed.

  “Bathroom, be back in a bit,” he answered, heading into the bathroom and closing the door.

  After emptying his bladder, he went to the sink to wash his hands, taking note of the wrapped full-sized bar of Dare Hotel and Spa soap. The scent was desert flowers. He tore the wrapper off, sniffing.

  It smelled flowery and girly, but he wasn’t deterred. Soaking a washcloth in the sink, he ran it across the bar of soap, placed the soap back on a dish and quickly scrubbed his underarms and groin clean, paying particular attention to his foreskin and crown.

  Once he was clean, he grabbed his deodorant stick and reapplied it to his underarms. Unlike Jax, he had hair under his arms. Would Eve mind if he shaved?

  For the most part, he didn’t have a hairy chest or back or anything. He liked his chest. Eve enjoyed resting her head on it. He didn’t know how it happened or when, but she’d made him feel capable of sheltering her from the cold and protecting her from men out to do her harm.

  Jaxon Wynter didn’t make him feel gentle. If anything, Jax made Remy want to fuck and test his own boundaries. How far would Jax push him? How much would it take to make Jax switch? Thinking about the guy got his blood pumping, his dick thickening up on cue.

  Relying on the cold water to the groin trick, he curbed his libido some, wrapping up with the towel he’d hung on a rack after his shower and went back out to the bedroom, stopping in his tracks.

  Jaxon sat up now, his back against the headboard. Eve’s head rested on his lap, his hand combing through her long brunette hair. Violet eyes met Remy’s, the power in Jaxon’s gaze nearly bowling him over despite the distance.

  No man should have eyes that beautiful. No man should hold such sway over Remy’s needs. Yet even as he stood there, he was helpless.

  His cock didn’t care it’d just gotten the cold water fix. His balls tightened, his dick thickening up the longer he engaged in Jax’s staring contest.

  “You hungry?” he asked quietly, taking note that Eve was conked out.

  “Yes, I’m starving. Come on back to bed and I’ll eat you up.”

  “For food, Jax, I was thinking of calling room service. We’ve got some sodas, lemons and apple ale in the fridge.”

  “Yeah, sure, whatever works,” Jaxon answered. “Get something for our little Evelyn. She’s going to need her strength.”

  “We can’t let her get too sore to move. I want to fuck her again.”

  “Me too, believe me, I want to own her pussy.”

  “You have to share her with me.”

  “I know the rules, Remington,” Jax said.

  Remy found the strength to move. Breaking eye contact first was a sure sign that Jax had the upper hand. It didn’t matter to Remy. He had to do something or the beautiful male stroking Eve’s hair was going to have his ass wrecked.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said, ignoring his boner and strolling out of the bedroom and into the sitting room area.

  The tiny kitchenette in the corner supported a fridge, a hot plate, a sink, a small coffee pot, a stack of Styrofoam coffee cups and a microwave. Going over to the fridge, he opened the door, plucked out three cold sodas and put them on the counter.

  Done with that, he went to the desk across the room to open up a notebook of information about Dare. Inside was a room service menu. The fruit and cheese platter looked good, easy and they could store the leftovers easily in the refrigerator.

  “What did you pick?” Jaxon asked, coming up behind him so quietly Remy jumped.

  “Jesus, don’t do that.”

  “For a ghost hunter, you’re awfully jumpy,” Jax countered, moving up close to Remy’s back, his left arm banding around Remy’s waist, his right hand reaching for his cock.

  “Wait,” Remy insisted, wanting to scoot away even as he wanted to let the man jerk him off. “Wait!”

  “Easy, lover, easy,” Jaxon soothed, stroking his cock with the same slow rhythm he’d used on Eve’s hair. “You need to get used to me.”

  “I am,” he said, lying through his teeth.

  Jax’s hand was as smooth as a woman’s, and his nails were buffed or something. His skin was baby-fine soft, he smelled godlike yet utterly male. His muscles were firm, ripped and sculpted by a lot of hard work.

  “Remy, what are you afraid of?” Jax asked, continuing his gentle, insistent manipulation of Remy’s cock.

  Remy rocked back, letting the shorter man hold onto him and trusting he wouldn’t drop his ass on the carpeted floor. A rug burn was a fine price to pay, but Remy knew he’d pay it a thousand times in order to have Jaxon touching him.

  “Not afraid,” Remy admitted. “Want you too much.”

  “I want you too.” Jaxon eased in closer, his rampant cock sliding right between the crack of Remy’s ass, the tempting glide of warm pre-cum and slick cock head causing Remy’s dick to jump.

  “Order the food,” his lover commanded. “It’ll take twenty minutes to arrive.”

  “Ah, Jax, I’m going to need more than twenty minutes to fuck you.”

  “You’re assuming my ass is getting claimed first?” Jax moved his hips in a gyrating circle that drove Remy crazy. Every time he shifted or thrust, Jax’s cock slid between Remy’s spread thighs, teasing his asshole, prodding his balls, promising ecstasy.

  Holy fuck! What the hell was that move?

  “Where’d you learn that?” he demanded.

  “This?” Jax did it again, his smooth-as-satin testicles brushing Remy’s ass.

  “Yes!”

  “Sort of a reverse lap dance,” Jax answered.

  “You pulling stripper moves on me, handsome?”

  “Yes, you complaining, stud?”

  “No.”

  “Then place the order and we’ll have some fun. Room service number is three.”

  Remy reached for the phone, miraculously finding it. He pushed the number three. A man with a thick Italian accent answered, but just as Remy was about to speak, Jax began jacking his dick something fierce, his grip proving soft hands didn’t hide strength.

  Wanting to growl, he thrust into Jax’s hand even as he muttered something he hoped meant fruit and cheese platter for three.

  “Tell Maurizio to add a huge bowl of whipped cream with the fruit,” Jax said.

  “You know his name?” Remy questioned, a rush of jealousy slicing through him as sharply as a knife to the gut.

  “I know everyone in Dare. Not intimately, don’t worry. I’m yours and Evelyn’s.”

  “Damn straight,” Remy growled, not caring if Maurizio heard him. “Make that a double order of wh
ipped cream with the fruit, please.”

  “That’s my man,” Jax praised, easing his grip on Remy’s cock. “Thank Maurizio for rushing the order.”

  “I didn’t rush it.”

  “Thank him,” Jax repeated, shifting attention to Remy’s balls. Feeling the back of his head fall backward only to land on a hard male shoulder, he didn’t fight the hand that caressed him exactly fucking right!

  Jax knew how much pressure Remy’s balls could take. He wasn’t cruel, he manipulated, stroked, slowly turning attention to Remy’s crown, strumming him.

  “Thank you for rushing the order. Extra tip will be included in the bill, Maurizio.”

  “Hang up and turn around.”

  Remy did so, but he didn’t turn around. “We can’t do this yet, Jax. Not without Eve.”

  “We need to ease the tension between us. If we don’t, we’ll go at it without care for the condoms and lube in the other room.”

  “We can’t fuck bareback.”

  “I agree, lover mine. Turn around, face me.” Jax drew back far enough for Remy to face the man he desperately wanted.

  Remy started when Jax laid his hands against his face, holding him that way for a long time. Violet eyes grew warm, intense but loving.

  There wasn’t a rush now. Not in the gentle tightening of Jax’s fingers against his jaw or the pull that drew Remy forward, his head dipping to steal a kiss from Jax’s lips. The kiss was hot, addictive in its intensity.

  Remy moved, encircling Jax with his arms and drawing him in close to his naked body. Their mouths met in a fierce French kiss, their bodies so close together that their cocks touched.

  “Damn, that feels good,” he admitted when Jax freed his mouth long enough to catch a breath.

  Jaxon grinned and set a slow grinding rhythm, his cock sliding against Remy’s. It was sublime. The smoothness of the other man’s cock and groin was indescribably right, compelling Remy to grind faster.

  “Now you’re giving me a lap dance,” Jax told him, his hand falling to Remy’s ass to grab hold and control the way he moved.

  “Don’t we need to be sitting for that?”

  “Just move, Remington, just move.”

  Remy did so, loving cock-to-cock fucking. Jax wedged one hand between their waists, grabbing their dicks and tightening his grip, making things that much sweeter.