“That’s quite a move, my man,” Remy said.
“You’re not the only one with clever moves,” Jax said. “Don’t underestimate a dancer’s ability to outmaneuver a bigger man.”
“Is there a reason for the aggression or are you simply glad to see me?”
“Glad to see you. And I wanted to remind you that tonight your ass is mine. Look at it as retaliation for the pounding you gave me this morning. Damn near killed me.”
“You loved having my big cock in your ass,” Remy stated.
“I did. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to top you again. Plus, we need to introduce Evelyn to more than a thin vibe and fingers.”
“She took that toy very well.”
“Eve’s incredibly responsive and open to trying anything.”
“Now that I’ve topped you, Jax, do you think you’ll ever completely switch and submit to me? I’m under no delusion that you weren’t topping from the bottom.”
“Yes, I’ll sub for you.”
“Will you mind if Eve observes or participates?”
“If she wishes it,” Jax answered. “She has to be trained first.”
“Fair enough,” Remy said.
“I want to be your Master too, Remington.”
“I don’t need training. I know the rules.”
“Not mine yet,” Jax corrected. “Are you prepared to let me do naughty things to your dick and ass?”
“As long as you aren’t cruel, yes,” Remy agreed.
“Think you’ll ever let me shave your testicles?”
“I’m closer to saying yes than no,” he answered.
“Fisting, yes, maybe or never in a gazillion years?”
Remy squirmed a little bit. Taking a man’s fist up his ass would be a first for him. If Jax did it, he’d likely submit to it.
“Remington, answer me.”
“Never tried it,” he confessed.
“Sounding,” Jax said.
“Hell no, you’re not shoving a metal rod up my penis.”
“Okay, cross that one off.”
“Why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours to work?” Remy proposed.
“I am. We’re negotiating.”
“I’m aware of what we’re doing.”
“Then why ask if you know?”
Remy used all of his strength to propel Jax off him, flipped him face down on the bed and pressed him down into the mattress with his bigger body.
“Because you drive me fucking insane thinking of all the ways I’m going to fuck you in the future,” Remy growled, shoving Jax’s long hair out of his way with his nose and burying his head into the crook of the man’s neck.
Finding the mark Eve left on their lover’s skin, he bit down, establishing his own set of dominance and potential ownership. Switches had the fun of dominating or subbing. Right now, Remy was all about dominance.
“If you fuck me now, we’ll be too tired and sore later,” Jax warned.
“As much as I want to fuck you now, Jax, I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve decided the best leverage is making you wait until after our dinner date with Hazard and Avery.”
“You’re going to get it later,” Jax warned. “Wait and see.”
“Only if you tie my wrists and ankles,” Remy countered. “I don’t plan to go down without a fight.”
“You’re going down, so far down that my cock’s going to fill your throat.”
“Promises, promises,” Remy returned, not sure when he’d had so much fun with a lover other than Eve.
It was true his love for her was softer, gentler, but no less powerful or important than what he felt for Jax. He needed Jax’s dominance as much as he needed Eve’s tendency for submission. Once she was trained, his lovers would feed his switch’s needs beautifully.
Thinking of all the ways they’d fuck in the future, Remy heard the bathroom door open. Eve came into the bedroom, her familiar tropical scent tickling his nose.
“You two remind me of wolves fighting for the right to claim the pack,” Eve said, laughing softly.
Remy pushed himself off Jax to let the other man crawl out and rest back against the headboard.
“Are you aware that packs are frequently ruled by a female, baby girl?”
“I’ve heard that,” she answered.
“Good, then you know who really calls the shots between the three of us,” Jax said. “Now come here, you’ve been gone too long.”
“But you said dinner is at seven and I need to get dressed.”
“We have forty-five minutes,” Remy said after checking the bedside clock. “Join us, sugar.”
Eve grinned, pushed off the doorjamb and walked across the floor as if she owned it. Maybe she did. She was beautiful, confident and determined to tease them by skirting the bed in favor of the closet.
Jax didn’t hesitate to launch himself off the bed with a nimbleness that shouldn’t be human, landing precisely in her path. Remy moved a little slower, placing himself behind her.
“Don’t get me all messy, gentlemen. I’ve washed up and smell decent again.”
“Are you saying we stink, Evelyn?” Jax questioned.
“No, I’d simply like to get dressed and look pretty for my dates. I also need to check in back home, make sure my dad is okay.”
“In that case,” Remy said, “kiss us and we’ll get out of your hair, so to speak. Later, we can’t make promises.”
“Whatever you two do, better make it count,” she stated, letting Remy hold her in place for Jax to kiss her.
The sounds of French kissing teased Remy’s spent cock but he needed more recovery time. Tugging them apart, he turned Eve to him, kissing her mouth gently. Letting her go, he ushered her off toward the closet.
“Want to join me in the shower, babe?” he asked Jax.
“Thought you’d never ask, sweetie,” Jax agreed, swatting Remy’s ass hard enough to sting.
“Careful, Jax, we don’t have time to play.”
“Maybe not, but if it makes your cock hard, I’m going to find all sorts of ways to tease you.” Remy didn’t argue. He continued to the bathroom, Jax at his side.
Chapter Fourteen
Monday morning, Eve woke up in the enormous bed she now shared with her men feeling both grumpy and tired. While she was eager to explore Jaxon’s home because she hadn’t had time when they arrived late last night, she decided to snuggle with her guys for a little while.
But despite her wish to sleep in, she couldn’t stay still long enough to doze. Why, she hadn’t yet determined until she realized the bed was shaking with the force of a small earthquake.
That only meant one thing. Remy and Jaxon woke up horny, again.
Usually, she was the recipient of their attention and she wasn’t going to complain, but given that she was feeling bloated, her breasts were achy and she was craving something salty and sweet, she was PMSing big-time.
Opening her eyes, she discovered Remy was currently trying to crank Jax’s legs up over his broad shoulders, only to be outmaneuvered by an incredibly flexible man with a dancer’s body. One second Remy almost won, a breath later, he was pinned beneath Jaxon.
“Count to three, lover mine, and I’ll make you feel real good,” Jax promised, his dark, seductive voice shifting to an enticing purr.
“Can I watch or would you two prefer the bed to yourselves?” Eve asked.
Two pairs of eyes turned in her direction. Jaxon’s pierced her soul each and every time he looked at her. Remy’s melted her heart. She adored them. They were very different and yet complemented each other quite well.
“Stay, have some fun with our big bad ghost hunter, love,” Jax said.
“I thought he was going to comb through EVPs and video from this weekend’s hunt while I work on your family tree,” she replied.
“I also intend to write for a few hours, but it can wait until after we fuck Remington. Come on, help me,” Jax invited.
Wide awake n
ow, she sat up, the luxuriously soft bedcovers falling off her, exposing her breasts, which she thought looked a little fuller. Her nipples grew taut under the heat in Jaxon and Remy’s gazes.
“If you two aren’t careful, I’m tying you up together the way I did Saturday night,” Remy warned, trying in vain to escape Jaxon’s clutches.
Eve was pretty sure Remy wanted to be trapped. Otherwise, he’d turn the tables on their man and fuck him as beautifully as he had after their ghost hunt Saturday night.
Holy cow, after a hunt Remy was extremely sexy. He’d been in control, demanding and conquering Jaxon and Eve’s teasing pleas for mercy. It’d been the first time she’d witnessed him dominate a scene, one the men negotiated in such a way that wouldn’t frighten her but instead educate her.
“Good luck trying with your wrists bound to your ankles,” Jaxon said coaxingly. “Evelyn, in that side drawer there are two sets of cuffs, can you get them for me?”
“Yes, Master Jax,” she answered, curbing her need to submit to the masterful tone Jaxon used with Remy. The longer they remained lovers, the more comfortable she’d become thinking of him as her Master.
Though she hadn’t had time to venture to any of his playrooms or dungeons, she was more inclined now to enter one now that she knew Jaxon wasn’t a cruel or mean person. Plus, watching Jaxon and Remy engage in scenes and lightly participating thus far was fun, an adventure all on its own.
Scrambling to her knees, she shifted across the bed. She’d no idea beds could be this big. They hadn’t arrived at the mountain house until nearly one in the morning, giving her no time to explore or really examine the master bedroom. All she’d known was the bathroom and the bed.
As for the bed, it was the size two queen mattresses joined together with a massive black carved wooden head and footboards, a super-comfy memory foam-gel mattress topper and a sturdy frame. Eve had to use a step ladder to climb up into the thing that’d looked as if it belonged in a Gothic mansion.
The covers were a combination of black and pewter. Six king-sized pillows were stuffed along the headboard and three gray throws were neatly folded at the bottom. There’d been a bunch of decorative pillows that’d gotten tossed off the bed.
Thinking on it, she recalled the thick carpeting matched the pewter in the bed sheets. The walls of the room were a combination of sandstone and wood, the ceiling was vaulted with gorgeous exposed wooden beams.
“Did you have this bed made?” she asked Jaxon. “It’s bigger than any king-sized bed I’ve ever seen or been in.”
“Yes, I like space to fuck my lovers,” Jaxon answered. “Hurry or he’s going to buck me off and there’s no telling what’ll happen if he switches back to dominant.”
“Got that right,” Remy grumbled, trying once again to wedge himself up off the mattress only to have Jaxon settle him down by nibbling the side of his neck.
Eve was a bit jealous at that. She loved, loved, loved when Jax or Remy nibbled on her throat. She didn’t much care that she had bite marks there and anyone who looked close enough could see them.
Marks meant she’d been well and truly fucked by two gorgeous men. Looking down at her breasts, she noticed the tell-tale imprint of Jaxon’s harsher suck mark on the upper swell of her left breast, very close to her crescent-shaped birthmark.
Her right breast tingled, her nipple aching from the attention Remy bestowed on her hours before. She’d loved every suck, nibble and lick. If she weren’t careful, they’d devour her. Then again, what better way to go?
“Evelyn, are you all right, love?” Jaxon asked after she remained quiet.
“Sorry, I’m fine,” she murmured, shaking her head.
Quickly moving to the bedside table that was on a mini-dais to keep it level with the bed, she opened the top drawer and found a plethora of sex toys and fun bondage equipment, among them two pairs of Velcro cuffs.
She took them out, examining them and wondering how she’d look bound hand and foot. Bondage intrigued her. There were so many ways and forms, she was anxious to learn them with her men, instinctively certain they’d take care of her every sexual need.
“Good girl,” Jaxon praised, causing her heart to flutter crazily.
“Jax, do something. I’m desperate here,” Remy groused.
“Count to three and I’ll put you in a better position,” Jaxon replied.
Remy grumbled, groaning some before finally counting to three. He did it fast but didn’t attempt to flip himself over.
“Beautiful,” Jaxon stated, easing up. “Thank you, Remington, are you willing to get on your knees, forehead on the bed, your arms flush along your body with your hands at the ankles?”
“You can’t be serious,” Eve argued, not sure someone as big and built as Remy could do that.
“Evelyn, you’re concern for him is understandable,” Jax said patiently. “Watch and learn. Remington and I are negotiating. I promise that I would never hurt him or you.”
“It’s okay, sugar,” Remy murmured, though he spoke softly. “I’m willing to submit. It is a gift that I’m giving to Master Jax.”
“I understand.” Inclining her head, Eve said nothing more. She hadn’t been told to look up, causing her to listen to the sounds of Remy’s rustling around. She couldn’t believe it. It sounded as if he’d complied with Jaxon’s directions.
“I’ll take the cuffs now, baby girl. Lift your eyes. When you are in my dungeon, drop to a soft mat on the floor and assume this same position. You don’t move until I tell you that you can or you say your safeword. Start thinking of one; Remington’s is razor, isn’t that right, lover mine?”
“Yes, Master Jax,” Remy agreed.
“I will,” she agreed, raising her eyes to her lover’s and handing the restraints to Jaxon.
“Kiss me good morning before we proceed,” Jaxon requested, expectation in his intense gaze.
Eve crawled up to him and he took the cuffs from her. He grinned, drawing her in without doing anything more than that. When she was close enough, she kissed his lips. He tasted minty and chocolaty.
When he drew back, she looked over at the table on his side of the bed, seeing the bowl of Peppermint Patties they’d brought from the hotel room.
“May I have a treat, Master Jax?” she asked.
“Yes, you may. I’m proud of you. You’ve learned a lot over the last few days and nights together.”
“Thank you.”
He nodded, spreading himself out long enough to grab a candy and offer it to her.
“Here’s your candy, love. I’m going to truss up our Remy.”
“I could get out of this anytime, Master,” Remy warned, his voice muffled by the mattress.
“You could but you won’t,” Jax countered, lovingly smoothing his hand over Remy’s perfect ass. “You want to submit to me, don’t you?”
Eve unwrapped and popped the mini-candy in her mouth. In the time it took her to swallow, Jaxon had bound Remy’s wrists to his ankles. She studied the position so that when she was in Jaxon’s dungeon she could copy it correctly.
“Still want to help me, Evelyn?” Jaxon asked.
“Yes, please.”
Jaxon scooted to his side of the bed, opened the top drawer and brought out a bottle of lubricant and a dildo about six inches in length. He handed it Eve.
“Lube that up really good, the more the better for him,” Jaxon explained.
Eve clutched the dildo and the lubricant, her hands shaking a little from excitement. Getting herself together, she flipped open the top of the bottle, squeezing a generous amount onto the toy penis. It was soft and pliable, feeling real enough that she stroked it with care.
“Is this enough?” she asked.
“Looks good. Fuck Remington with it, carefully,” Jax encouraged, stroking his erection as she played with the dildo. “You can add more as needed.”
“Me? I don’t know how to do that.”
“Sure you do,” Jax coaxed. “Ask him if you can fuck him.”
“May I fuck you, Remy?”
“Please, Eve, please,” Remy granted. Mumbled though it was, he sounded as if he was onboard with this.
Eve positioned herself behind Remy, marveling at how beautiful he looked bound. He didn’t appear hurt. He wasn’t complaining. In fact, he was compliant and seemed ready for whatever Jax decreed to be done for him.
Based on Remy’s own admission that he wanted to submit to Jaxon, she was fascinated and awed by what she witnessed. Oh how she’d love to have Master Jax truss her up and fuck her blind.
But they were a long way from that and right now she needed to concern herself with Remy. This was her chance to fuck him. Eagerly, she grasped the dildo by its balls-base, using the head to tease the crack of his ass. She didn’t penetrate him. She played.
“Eve, sugar, don’t leave me hanging,” Remy murmured, moving a little. Jaxon stayed at Remy’s side, stroking his back, arms and shoulders. “I want it, give it to me.”
“Go on, love,” Jaxon urged, running his hand down Remy’s spine to his butt, his long fingers dipping between Remy’s ass cheeks and splitting them wider. With invitation granted, she applied more lube to the dildo before setting the bottle aside and attempting to breach Remy with the toy penis.
Remy huffed into the sheets. His wrists were bound to his ankles, but his hands clenched, released, clenched, the head of the dildo breaching the tight ring of his sphincter. He huffed deeper, groaning, pushing himself back against the dildo, taking it into his body.
“Oh yeah, yeah, sugar,” Remy murmured, his breathing evening out.
“Fuck him harder. You’re not hurting him, you’re pleasuring him,” Jax explained.
The bed shifted a little under Jax’s movements. He was doing something between his legs. Turning her head, she saw Jax shifted closer to her, his cock covered with a condom.
As told, she began thrusting the dildo in and out of Remy’s ass, marveling at the depth with which he accepted it. Six inches of cock was inside of him and he’d started moving as much as his crouched position allowed.
Feeling giddy and excited, she started when Jaxon’s hand came to hers, helping her fuck Remy. Together they found an accord, developing a rapport that conveyed trust.
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