MenageaDare (37 page)

“We’ll treat you with all due respect and care from now on,”
Jax promised.

“Respect will be appreciated, truly, but I need Remy to be
my boss and you to be my Master Jax.”

“I’ll always be your Master Jax, Evelyn. I love you. I’m
sorry for not convincing you of that and I’ll make it up to you for the next
forty or fifty years.”

“Planning for the three of us to be together that long, are you?”
she asked.

“He’d better or I’ll have to wrestle him into a pretzel and
let you fuck him with a dildo. Or better yet, the strap-on we bought for you,”
Remy stated. “We’ll double team his tight, round ass.”

Remy went hard in an instant. Thinking about his lovers,
knowing they were safe and sound, made him the happiest man on earth. But
because the doctor wanted Eve to rest, sex wasn’t on the night’s agenda.

At the diner, he and Jax talked privately. Though they had
introduced Eve to the very basics of BDSM, partially because she was new to it
but primarily because they were still getting used to their threesome, they
believed it was time to bring her fully into the lifestyle, if she was willing.

“There’s something I’d like to talk to you two about,” Jax said,
pushing up off the queen-sized bed.

“What’s going on, Jax?” Remy asked.

“Tell us,” Evelyn coaxed.

“First, know that I love you two,” Jax answered nervously.

“As I love you and Eve,” Remy assured.

“As I love you both,” Eve said softly. Sitting up, she
wrapped her arms around Jax, who didn’t seem as confident as usual.

“I’m glad. I’m still sorry that I gave you any reason to
doubt how I feel, Evelyn. You’re incredibly important to me, to us. As I told
Remy yesterday, without you, I’m not whole. We are not whole.”

“I believe you, Jaxon. You and Remy are my heart and soul.”

“In that case, I’ve a confession,” he said. “I’ve told you
both about Gemma and Niko. What I’ve never admitted to until recently was
letting my pride ruin my relationship with them when they told me they wanted
to have a baby.”

“If this is difficult for you to talk about, you don’t need
to,” Remy assured.

“No, I need to do this.”

“Do you not want children, Jaxon?” Eve asked.

“I do, Evelyn, very much. At the time, I was more into being
Ransom Hunter than Jaxon Wynter. On Dare Mountain, I told Remington that I’d
made peace with them, that I was letting them go in order to be with the two of
you.”

“He did,” Remy confirmed.

“I guess what I’m asking is for patience if my pride gets in
the way again,” Jax admitted. “I want to commit myself to the two of you, to
prove my love daily. When the time’s right, I hope we’ll share vows and become
a family.”

“Yes, I want that too,” Remy answered without qualm, moving
up close behind Jax’s back.

“Me too,” Eve said wistfully. “I’d love nothing more than to
walk down the stairs to the great room in a pretty dress and bare feet.”

“You can have anything you want, love. My house will be
yours and Remington’s from now on. It’ll take some doing and some traveling,
but we’ll have to figure out a schedule so you two can spend time here with
your friends and family too.”

“I’d like that,” Eve agreed. “I can’t leave my father
completely. He’s hardheaded but he loves me and is simply concerned that I’m
getting in over my head. I think in time the three of us can show him that
we’re meant to be together.”

Remy sat up, taking Eve’s face in his hands. “Are you really
going to put in notice at Salem Community College, Eve?”

“I’m sending notice tomorrow. I’m set to apply for my PhD
and I’d like to concentrate on genealogy. I had so much fun completing Jaxon’s
family tree and it’s what tipped the scales to that direction for me, though
I’ll always love history too.”

“You found my birth father, didn’t you?” Jax said.

“Yes, but I’m sorry to tell you he passed away when you were
a teenager. His obituary referred to him as Father Johannes Thorolf, a Lutheran
priest. There were no details on whether he’d been married. You also have an
aunt, who is still alive and three cousins.”

“That’s all I ever needed to know. I still have Mama and
Gerald. They’ll be happy to know I’m in love again.”

“Did she understand about Gemma and Niko?” Eve asked softly.

“She did. Her memory has faded some but she knew the two of
you last night.”

“I should’ve asked. Do you need Gabriel to take you home
when he and Taylor go back?”

“I’m staying with you and Remy until you can come back to
Dare. If an emergency arises, I’ll fly back on a commercial airline.”

“Jaxon, do you mind if I ask you something?” Eve requested.

“You can ask anything, love.”

“You’re a Dom. Are you going to stop training submissives
now that we’re together?”

“To tell you the truth, I haven’t trained anyone for months.
It would be an honor to train you, if you’re still willing, but you’d be the
last. We have plenty of room in my house to explore and play, simply know that
I’ll never treat you as a slave.”

“And Remy, how do you feel about it?” she asked.

“Being a switch who enjoys topping women and bottoming for
men, I think I’m exactly where I should be for a while, hopefully a lifetime.”

“Love comes in when we least expect it,” Jax said.
“Certainly happened that way with you and Remington, don’t you think?”

“I do. Wow that sounded like a vow, guess I’m already
practicing,” Eve said, giggling.

“Practice all you like, baby girl,” Jax said. “In the
morning, Remington and I will make our future wife breakfast. I’m thinking
pancakes.”

“Better make a whole lot of pancakes, those two are going to
be hungry,” Evelyn advised, laughing softly when an argument between Taylor and
Gabriel broke out in the other room. “I empathize with Taylor, you know? It
wasn’t that long ago when I had to pretend to sleep when a sexy man was in the
next bed.”

“Ouch, Eve, ouch,” Remy groused. “I love you. I’ll never
again let you sleep alone.”

“Love you too, Remy. If you don’t mind, I’m going to close
my eyes and dream of the two sexiest men on earth.”

“Get some sleep, sugar, you’ve had a long day,” Remy said,
looking at Jax from his side of the bed and thinking there was nowhere else
he’d rather be than with Eve and Jaxon. He didn’t know how he managed to win
their hearts, but he’d do his best never to break them.

Dropping back down to the mattress, Remy rested his head on
Eve’s shoulder and Jax tucked in close on her other side, both of them holding
her as she fell into a deep slumber.

Dare Mountain—Three Weeks Later

Waiting alone in Jaxon’s loft, Eve refused to pace even
though she trembled nervously.

She didn’t know why she was so nervous. She’d finished her
prescriptions and felt much, much better. In fact, she hadn’t felt healthier or
fitter in a long time. She was where she wanted to be most in the world, with
her men.

Circumstances had forced Jaxon to return to Nevada with
Gabriel and Taylor shortly after Eve’s radiology results returned negative. For
good measure, Dr. Martin had scheduled a mammography along with another
ultrasound and all was fine.

Okay, that wasn’t true. She did know why she was nervous.
It’d been nearly two weeks since she, Remy and Jaxon made love. And even though
the three of them had turned heads at the airport when they all kissed upon
their reunion, it hadn’t been enough to show Jaxon how much they’d missed him.

And instead of racing from the airport to Dare, Jaxon stopped
off at a nice restaurant where they’d talked and planned and caught up in
person as opposed to phone calls and Skype.

It wasn’t until they were back in his car when Jaxon asked
her if she’d be willing to venture into his dungeon for the first time. She’d
agreed and after they entered the house, Jaxon told her to take a bath, being
certain to use the supplies he’d left for her, and then disappeared.

Remy stayed a little longer, making certain she was ready
for the next stage in their relationship with Jaxon. She was and he kissed her
before leaving her alone to get ready.

To keep herself calm and remain patient, she did as asked,
using the time in the bathroom to think back over the last three weeks. Even
though her father rescinded his financial backing for Remy’s New England-based
ghost hunting reality show, Jax offered Remy the chance to move his base of
operations to Dare Cable Network.

It had taken some doing and some planning, but most of the
investigators who’d been with Remy from the beginning agreed to the move. All
seemed to think it was the right direction to take the show out of a limited
market. Morgan Maddox couldn’t move, of course, but she would remain a
consultant, as would Eve.

Likewise, while Eve, Remy and Jaxon would spend most of
their time in Dare, she’d opted to keep her apartment for the remainder of the
two-year lease and they’d fly to Salem once a month. As upset as she’d been
with her father’s stubbornness, he’d been there for her at her darkest hour.
She couldn’t walk away from that kind of love and support.

She also couldn’t give up her many friends in New England.
Hazard and Avery’s wedding date had been set for July and she and Taylor were
to be bridesmaids. Already they were conspiring on what do for a bridal shower
and bachelorette party. Cassie and Morgan Maddox were both expecting babies.
Eve had to be there for the births.

As Eve thought of the future, she marveled at the changes in
her life. She couldn’t be happier or more thankful for the blessings that had
come after a day born in hell. The day she’d overheard Jaxon and Remy, she’d
been poleaxed by a trio of bad news and fears.

Fortunately, a radiologist confirmed Dr. Martin’s diagnosis
of a small hematoma in her breast. They were still waiting on the BRCA results.
While she had faith everything would turn out fine, she was comforted by Remy
and Jaxon’s support and love.

More than anything, she looked forward to the future with
Remy and Jaxon. They’d talked about a wedding, though nothing was set yet and
it was still early in their relationship. Eve also knew that though their
marriage wouldn’t be legal, she hoped to someday to change her name to Evelyn
Sinclair-Wynter.

Suddenly drawn to look up, she was taken aback when Remy
entered the loft wearing a red Dom’s cloak, the hood pulled up over his head.
He looked insanely sexy, familiar and yet different in that this was the first
time she’d seen him dressed in such a way.

“You okay, sugar?” he asked lovingly, coming right up to
her.

“Yes, I’m good,” she answered, lifting her chin as he came
in very close. He smelled divine, a combination of Remy, oriental spices and
sandalwood.

“Are you prepared to enter Master Jax’s dungeon tonight?”

“I’ve been ready for what feels a lifetime.”

“Come with me and I will prepare you for him,” Remy said,
extending his hand.

“I thought I’d done so already,” she replied, flushing
hotly. When she’d gone into the bathroom, she’d discovered a disposable anal
douche, a brand new razor and sensitive skin shaving gel and jasmine-scented
bubble bath sitting near the tub.

She’d used it all. Afterward, she smelled great, felt clean
and soft in all the right places and curiously renewed. The bath had been
exactly what she’d needed after a commercial flight, but she wasn’t exhausted.
She was excited, eager and buzzed with anticipation.

Honestly, she was grateful that they’d given her time to
accept her submissiveness and her place in a world they were familiar with.
She’d done more research during the weeks she’d spent in Salem, including
private conversations with Cassie and Morgan. Both were submissives, but
neither was treated as anything less than equals to their husbands.

Now here she was, undressed, ready, for Master Jax had told
her to remain unclothed after her bath. Had she chosen to test him by slipping
on a robe afterward, she might’ve gotten in trouble. But she hadn’t wanted to,
not yet. She was still new, still learning and she wanted to obey.

“Come,” Remy beckoned again when she placed her left hand in
his, his thumb skimming the backs of her knuckles.

Eve felt her eyes widen at the sight of the tapered butt
plug in his opposite hand, understanding dawning. Bravely, she went with Remy,
accepting this act of submission. At their bedside, he let go of her fingers
and touched her face, bending forward to kiss her softly, with love, always
with love.

When he lifted his head, Eve watched him set aside the plug
and carefully lift her up onto the bed. From there, Remy gave hand gestures,
urging her to lay face down on the bed with her rump pushed up in the air with
the aid of a fat pillow.

Then he moved up behind her on the bed, resting himself
across her back, holding her, rubbing and caressing. As he hadn’t removed his
cloak, she loved the way the satiny fabric slid along her skin. Relaxing, a
shimmer of awareness coursed through her when his mouth touched the side of her
neck, honing in on her favorite turn-on spot.

Eve was already turned-on, but his kisses doubled the impact
of what was to surely to come after her lesson with Jaxon. She didn’t know for
certain when Remy would join them, she only knew he would and the two would
take her at the same time.

Sighing into the soft covers, she let Remy do anything he
wanted. His body shifted, telling her he’d arched. Kisses peppered her spine,
the small of her back, downward, tracing all the way to her sex.

There, Remy’s slick, warm tongue laved her clit, teasing her
labia, her vaginal opening, entering her pussy before moving upward to her
anus.

“Remy!” she gasped, rolling her hips at the first touch of
his tongue against her sphincter.

He murmured something, calming her, his tongue eventually
breaching her, preparing her. It felt incredible, sexy, forbidden, yet leaving
Eve unaware that she moved with him, demanding more. No man had ever dared
perform analingus on her, but she’d just discovered a new favorite kink.

Withdrawing, Remy moved around on the bed. Something
crinkled and lubricant dripped on her anus, his warm, thick fingers massaging
it deep inside of her before the lube-slickened plug began entering her.

Bucking him off proved impossible, the bloom of intense heat
spreading outward, inward, she didn’t know. She only knew that it was good,
that though strange, it did not hurt. Gently, Remy pushed the plug deeper,
having to straddle her to keep her still.

Oddly, the deeper the plug surged, the darker the pleasure,
the stronger her body’s reaction. Tapered though it was, the butt plug felt
huge, significant, as potent as a drug yet mind-blowing in rightness.

Remy’s hand fell away from her backside, the plug remained,
the flat base fitting snug against her asshole. He climbed off her and helped
her sit up before picking her up and carrying all the way to the basement.

All of a sudden they were standing in front of the door
she’d yet to cross through. Remy knocked and the door opened, Master Jax stood
in the entrance.

“Enter and place our sub in the correct position.” Master
Jax’s was voice dark and sensual but not frightening as he stepped back and
swept his hand outward, inviting them to cross the threshold.

Eve wasn’t given a chance to look around for long, though
she’d caught impressions of slate, white and silver before Remy gently set her
on a cushioned mat and helped her assume the position Master Jax had placed
Remy in the first morning in their Dom’s gigantic bed.

“Evelyn has been prepared. Would you require anything
further, Master?” Remy asked.

“Nothing until you hear the cowbell,” Master Jax replied.
“Three rings, Remington.”

“Your will be done,” Remy said, withdrawing, the rustle of
his red cloak telling her that he left.

Eve stayed quiet. She was a little shocked that she’d
entered the dungeon naked. Footsteps sounded by her left ear. Something whirled
rhythmically above, a ceiling fan perhaps. She wasn’t sure, all she really
cared about was the bold hand stroking down her bare back, stirring desire
deeper and stronger than ever.

“You are beautiful to me, Evelyn. I love you. Do you know
that?”

“Yes, Master Jax.”

“Do you know that you’ll never need to fear me when you are
submitting?”

“I do.”

“Do you love me?”

“I love you very much,” she answered honestly, trembling.
His mastery right then was subtle, yet it felt as if her soul were being laid
bare, as exposed and vulnerable as her naked body.

“Do you love Remington?” her Master continued.

“Yes, I love him. The two of you are my heart and soul.”

“Will you promise to never keep anything from us again?
Never think we wouldn’t be there for you when you’re sick or afraid?”

“I vow it, Master Jax.”

“Then lift your head and be proud in your submission.”

“Thank you, Master Jax.” Eve lifted her head, taking a
moment to study her surroundings before focusing on Master Jax’s vivid violet
gaze. “What would you have me do?”

“I would have you be yourself,” he told her. “Dare not
submit to something you’re truly uncomfortable with or think Remington or I
would be disappointed if you say no. Submission is a gift to us, your gift, it
is your right to tell us what you want or don’t want.”

“I will remember going forward,” she agreed.

Comforted by the fact that the dungeon was not blacked out
and the walls were made of stone varying in shades of gray, brown and beige,
she relaxed. Master Jax’s basement dungeon was beautiful. A maple bedframe,
fitted with ropes and gears and various bondage straps, the mattress made up of
rich brown and tan covers.

Lights were on though kept dim, perhaps to avoid a harsh
glare. White candles burned in silver candelabras, their flames flickering as a
big paddle fan spun slowly from the ceiling, stirring the oriental
spice-scented air. The exposed tiger maple flooring was both unique and
inviting.

In her research, dungeons had always appeared dark and
threatening. Jaxon’s was filled with light and openness, exposing the spanking
bench protected by dark-brown leather, a maple bondage cross and a number of
different devices designed to wring the most out of a sub’s pleasure.

What surprised her most was that Master Jax did not wear a
mask, leather or big, heavy boots. He wore a tailored charcoal-gray suit, a
bright purple tie and gleaming shoes on his feet instead.

“Rise and follow,” he invited, offering his hand.

Eve complied, placing her trust in him. Jaxon lifted her to
her feet, bringing her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles with a reverence
that stole her breath. He really was charming, instilling a sense of calm and
acceptance. Drawing her across the room, he led her to the bed.

Good heavens, the thing was almost as massive as the bed in
their master bedroom.

“When will my lesson begin, Master Jax?”

“It began when you allowed Remington to prepare you to
receive two men who love you more than life.”

Eve bowed her head, stunned and yet pleased by his words.
“Will Remy join us soon?”

“You’ll see, love.” Master Jax helped her sit on the bed,
having her face him with her feet dangling on the floor. The plug remained
where Remy had placed it, pushing some but it didn’t hurt. “I’m going to
blindfold you. Are you good with this?”

“Yes, Master.”

“If you’re willing, I’d like to take you without a condom.”

“Go bare, please,” she requested, believing in the strength
of their commitment now.

He reached into his suit pocket, withdrawing a blindfold and
tying it around her head and sliding it down over her eyes. As soon as she
couldn’t see, Master Jax’s hands cupped her face, lifting it up.

He moved closer. She could feel the change in body heat, her
awareness of him keener because she could smell him. His cologne, that enticing
mixture of chocolate, vanilla and sexy exotic scents inviting her to take a
bite even as his mouth touched hers.

His kiss was as masterful and sexy as he was, melting
through her, becoming part of her.

“Offer your hands to me as if in prayer,” Master Jax
requested upon releasing her mouth. She obeyed, waiting to see what he’d do
next. Something silky soft flitted from her face to her ankles. It was swift,
gentle, further melting her heart, earning her trust.