and bios for Remington Sinclair and
his crew.
Jax clicked Remington’s link. A picture came up. Fuck no,
no! Dream images flashed in Jax’s mind. A gorgeous half Native American man
with long black hair streaked with red and a yin and yang tattoo on his chest
was about to fuck a pretty, trim long-haired brunette.
Jax hadn’t been able to see her face, but he hadn’t needed
to. Remington had stared at her in awe, in utter worship and for a moment Jax
wished he were the one climbing onto his lover’s big, uncircumcised cock.
That was when he’d gotten angry. The pair fucked without
him. It made little sense at the time, especially as he’d forced himself to
retreat from the dream and give them privacy. It’d been their time and he had
no right to get angry, even if he hadn’t known their names.
Jaxon wasn’t clairvoyant, but the last time he’d had such a
dream concerned Niko and Gemma, a couple he’d never met. Days later, Niko
approached him about training his submissive wife.
And now that he knew Remington was the single most gorgeous
man he’d seen in a long, long time, he couldn’t deny the erection nudging his
zipper was a direct salute to the ghost hunter.
Curious about what Evelyn looked like too, he tried to
search out her photo on the website. There were plenty of others, equipment
techs, a cameraman and Evelyn’s bio but no actual photo. He wondered why.
“See you soon,” Avery said, lowering the smartphone to the
bar.
“Are your friends okay?” Jax asked and closed his laptop
before she could see what he was looking at.
“They’re fine. They, ah, were late getting started this
morning.”
“Morning sex must’ve been good,” he said, venturing into
territory he had no business meddling in.
“Based on Eve’s giggles, I’d say it was epic. She said her
knees were still weak.”
“Good to hear,” Jax said, though his mind was racing.
How did Remington Sinclair treat Evelyn in bed? Did she
scream, moan or mew with her pleasure? Yeah, that was so not helping his
erection. Nonchalantly reaching into a freezer of ice chips, he grabbed the
bone-chilling scoop and made a show of adding ice to Avery’s Coke.
The ice trick worked, helping to distract him from thoughts
of sex with Avery’s friends. For how long, he’d no idea, and he wasn’t
completely flaccid, just soft enough to not be as noticeable.
“How long has she waited for Remington?” he heard himself
ask.
“A year,” Avery answered. “I didn’t meet them until October
when I moved to Danvers but Eve and I hit it off right away.”
“Why was that?”
“In a lot of ways, we’re alike. Our fathers are powerful,
wealthy men with a deeply guarded protective streak for their daughters.”
“You’re both lucky to have fathers who care enough to worry.
I’m sure they mean well.”
“They do. But it also wasn’t uncommon for men to date us in
order to gain our fathers’ approval.”
“Translation, father’s approval equals a job title with
clout.”
“On the nose,” Red said, tapping the tip of her nose. “We
should head over to the hotel. We can wait in the lobby until they finish
washing up. Remind me to tell Eve all about the spa.”
“That’s a good idea. The two of you should spend girl time
together.” Tomorrow, he thought.
Today, he didn’t want Evelyn to disappear into a spa. He
wanted to meet her. In a way, it felt as if he’d already met Remington.
“Jax, are you okay?” Red asked, suddenly taking interest in
him.
“Sure. Why do you ask?”
“You’ve plunged your hand into the ice chest.”
“Sorry, daydreaming,” he admitted, quickly pulling his hand
out and drying it with the bar towel. “Let’s go, Red.”
“Too bad Hazard’s tied up with the band. I’m sure he’d want
to be there when I fill Remy and Eve in on what happened last week.”
“Spontaneous weddings are exciting,” he agreed, leaving the
protection of the bar. Thankfully, his hard-on was nonexistent
his crew.
Jax clicked Remington’s link. A picture came up. Fuck no,
no! Dream images flashed in Jax’s mind. A gorgeous half Native American man
with long black hair streaked with red and a yin and yang tattoo on his chest
was about to fuck a pretty, trim long-haired brunette.
Jax hadn’t been able to see her face, but he hadn’t needed
to. Remington had stared at her in awe, in utter worship and for a moment Jax
wished he were the one climbing onto his lover’s big, uncircumcised cock.
That was when he’d gotten angry. The pair fucked without
him. It made little sense at the time, especially as he’d forced himself to
retreat from the dream and give them privacy. It’d been their time and he had
no right to get angry, even if he hadn’t known their names.
Jaxon wasn’t clairvoyant, but the last time he’d had such a
dream concerned Niko and Gemma, a couple he’d never met. Days later, Niko
approached him about training his submissive wife.
And now that he knew Remington was the single most gorgeous
man he’d seen in a long, long time, he couldn’t deny the erection nudging his
zipper was a direct salute to the ghost hunter.
Curious about what Evelyn looked like too, he tried to
search out her photo on the website. There were plenty of others, equipment
techs, a cameraman and Evelyn’s bio but no actual photo. He wondered why.
“See you soon,” Avery said, lowering the smartphone to the
bar.
“Are your friends okay?” Jax asked and closed his laptop
before she could see what he was looking at.
“They’re fine. They, ah, were late getting started this
morning.”
“Morning sex must’ve been good,” he said, venturing into
territory he had no business meddling in.
“Based on Eve’s giggles, I’d say it was epic. She said her
knees were still weak.”
“Good to hear,” Jax said, though his mind was racing.
How did Remington Sinclair treat Evelyn in bed? Did she
scream, moan or mew with her pleasure? Yeah, that was so not helping his
erection. Nonchalantly reaching into a freezer of ice chips, he grabbed the
bone-chilling scoop and made a show of adding ice to Avery’s Coke.
The ice trick worked, helping to distract him from thoughts
of sex with Avery’s friends. For how long, he’d no idea, and he wasn’t
completely flaccid, just soft enough to not be as noticeable.
“How long has she waited for Remington?” he heard himself
ask.
“A year,” Avery answered. “I didn’t meet them until October
when I moved to Danvers but Eve and I hit it off right away.”
“Why was that?”
“In a lot of ways, we’re alike. Our fathers are powerful,
wealthy men with a deeply guarded protective streak for their daughters.”
“You’re both lucky to have fathers who care enough to worry.
I’m sure they mean well.”
“They do. But it also wasn’t uncommon for men to date us in
order to gain our fathers’ approval.”
“Translation, father’s approval equals a job title with
clout.”
“On the nose,” Red said, tapping the tip of her nose. “We
should head over to the hotel. We can wait in the lobby until they finish
washing up. Remind me to tell Eve all about the spa.”
“That’s a good idea. The two of you should spend girl time
together.” Tomorrow, he thought.
Today, he didn’t want Evelyn to disappear into a spa. He
wanted to meet her. In a way, it felt as if he’d already met Remington.
“Jax, are you okay?” Red asked, suddenly taking interest in
him.
“Sure. Why do you ask?”
“You’ve plunged your hand into the ice chest.”
“Sorry, daydreaming,” he admitted, quickly pulling his hand
out and drying it with the bar towel. “Let’s go, Red.”
“Too bad Hazard’s tied up with the band. I’m sure he’d want
to be there when I fill Remy and Eve in on what happened last week.”
“Spontaneous weddings are exciting,” he agreed, leaving the
protection of the bar. Thankfully, his hard-on was nonexistent
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