The Dom on the Naughty List (14 page)

“For me?” Q looked terrified.

“But?”
Jude jiggled her with a hand on her thigh.

“But…I feel a little like the third wheel. I never really thought about how we’d go about adding kids to our family. I mean, it’s kind of weird. There’s only room for two sets of genes. And who am I to the baby?
The auntie that’s secretly in love with its mother?” She paused, fighting back tears. “I’m just scared. Scared this will complicate things and I’ll be the first one to go.”

Jude took a deep breath. Still staring at her mug, she couldn’t face Q
. Couldn’t bear to see the hurt she may have caused. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jude’s hand reach toward her. He grabbed the corner of the pillow she was sitting cross-legged on and yanked it toward him. Setting her mug of hot chocolate on the ground, he pulled her onto his lap, facing the fire.

He planted a wet kiss on
her neck. “How could you ever think we’d let you go? You’re the heart of this trio. Q and I will love you no matter how complicated life gets.”

Q crawled from her spot to sit next to Jude. “Besides, we don’t know for sure that the baby is biologically Jude’s. It could be yours.”

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Don’t be silly.”

“
You
don’t be silly. As if I could ever live without you after it took me so long to turn you bi for me. Not gonna happen. This baby will have two mommies and need them both.”

She shook her head, trying to wrap her mind around it. Poor kid was going to be so confused.

“Two loving, nurturing mommies and a daddy that will spoil the hell out of it makes one lucky kid,” Jude said and kissed her temple.

“I guess,” she said with a shrug. A baby with Q’s bright blue eyes and Jude’s fine blond hair came to mind. She pictured summer days at the beach – her beach, where she’d grown up. Q cradling an infant tenderly in her arms. Jude carrying a toddler on his shoulders. And in the winter, Sabrina making snowballs for a rowdy boy or girl to throw at Jude.

She gazed up at their Christmas tree. Next year there’ll be presents for a tiny bundle. They’ll start traditions – visiting Santa, making
Christmas cookies – this time with Sabrina’s help. How could she not fall in love with a child that looked like her two favorite people? Yes. She’d love this baby with all her heart. Suddenly, there was nothing more she wanted in the world than a baby with the two people she loved most.

She sighed happily. “Can we have the baby now?”

They laughed.

“Always so impatient,” Q teased, moving between her legs
, then crawling up her body. She lifted Sabrina’s pajama shirt with her teeth, then kissed her belly. It reminded her that Q’s wouldn’t be flat for very much longer.

“You’ll make a formidable Domme
, all cuckoo with baby hormones,” she teased.

“
Mmmm.” Q’s hot breath tickled Sabrina’s belly and she squirmed a bit.

J
ude kissed down her neck.

Breathlessly, she managed to say, “Jude will have to temper you.”

Q looked up slyly. “Or you’ll have to be extra good.”

The soft kisses and warm breath across her
skin made her melt. Leaned back against Jude, she groaned as Q made her way up Sabrina’s body, licking and kissing her exposed skin – her cleavage when Jude yanked down her v-neck t-shirt, then her collar bone and up to her shoulders. Jude gave Q space as she nipped and kissed her neck. Goosebumps rose all across her skin. Q’s lips just under her ear made her squirm and giggle.

Q backed away and looked at Jude. “Can I strip her?”

After a long, quiet moment, he scooted out from under Sabrina and stood. “Wait here.” Without another word, he left the room.

Sabrina gr
unted in frustration. Wasn’t that just like him? Were they going to play Torture Sabrina even on Christmas night? She eyed Q, who was giving her that hazy, turned on look she loved.

She smirked and arched her back, a silent invitation to keep going.

“Don’t even think about it, little girl,” Q said, holding back a smile.

Deflated, she leaned back on her hands and waited. Jude returned quickly, holding a folded up piece of paper.

“I’ve been working on this for a while,” he said, sitting next to them, cross-legged on the floor. “I know we gave up on the matching tattoo idea a while ago when we couldn’t agree on anything. But…” he unfolded the paper and stared at it, “here. What do you think of this?”

With a nervous look, he handed the paper to Q first. Sabrina leaned forward to see as Q studied it.

It was a tree – straggly roots at the bottom and three leafy branches curled into the shape of a triskelion.

“The
triskelion is the symbol for three,” Jude explained. “It represents the three of us.” He leaned over Q’s shoulder and pointed. “And the tree represents roots for our family to grow.”

Sabrina looked at Q. She was the pickiest of the three of them. Her mouth popped open. “Jude, it’s…beautiful.”

Jude smiled widely. “Sabrina?”

She looked between them as they stared
at her with hope in their eyes. “It’s perfect!”

Jude
tackled Q to the floor, making her yelp in surprise. “I was hoping you’d like it.” He kissed her deeply, then grabbed for Sabrina.

With a quick yank, she
was underneath him. His kiss stole her breath away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinded against him, seeking some friction against her throbbing clit.

Q struggled to her knees.
“
Now
, can I strip her?” she asked, eyes shining bright, her fists clenched like she was fighting not to touch.

“No,” Jude answered a
nd Sabrina groaned. “And no kink. Tonight I’m making love to my girls.”

With a sigh, Q closed her eyes. “No beatings for eight more months. This is going to suck.”

“You’ll survive on kink and D/s until then, Brat One.” He smiled. “I guess I’ll have to build a real, sound-proofed dungeon at some point, for later. We can bring in a baby monitor.

The mental image made Sabrina snort. Several of the people they knew from the club had kids
. She was sure they’d have advice on how to keep things on the low-down, to make sure they didn’t have to pay for years of child therapy.

She came back to the present when Jude
lifted her shirt and pulled it all the way over her head. Q snaked a hand down Sabrina’s chest and kneaded one breast while Jude went for her pajama pants.

“I think we should keep that naughty and nice list,” he said, kissing her belly button while playing
with the elastic on her pants. “Incentive for you two to behave.”

Mmmm
….more.

“Wait!” she yelled before she was lost to them.

Jude stopped. “What’s wrong?” He let her up when she struggled against him.

Her toes froze against the hardwood floor as she tiptoed topless across the living room and into the kitchen. She grabbed the Naughty List off the fridge
, then ran back to sit at the fire place.

Ignoring Jude and Q’s puzzled expressions, she
erased the board and drew four new columns.

“What are you doing?” Jude finally asked.

With a grin, she turned the board to face them. At the top of each column were the names: Sabrina, Q, Jude, and Baby Z. In the baby’s column, she’d drawn a big smiley face. They both smiled widely.

“Baby Z?” Q said with a brow arched.

Sabrina shrugged. “It’s a placeholder. Until we name her. Er, it.” For some reason, she had a feeling the baby was a girl.

“If it’s a girl, I’m in trouble.” Jude ran his hand through his hair with a smirk.

“Yes,” she agreed. “You’ll be grossly outnumbered.”

A naughty gleam appeared in Q’s eyes. “He’s already outnumbered.
And almost outmanned. He can barely handle us.” At that, she tackled him.

It caught him unaware a
nd he fell backward onto the floor. Q straddled his chest, looking like she’d conquered Goliath. Jude didn’t seem to mind. He just grinned up at her, like a goofy, love-sick puppy.

Sabrina
giggled and fought the urge to kiss both of them silly. To think, this was the very beginning of their lives together. It felt like a fairy tale – an unconventional, somewhat twisted fairy tale, but hers nonetheless. They weren’t perfect, but they were perfect for each other. Baby Z was going to be the luckiest kid on the planet. And anyone that dared fuck with their kid would wish they had a safeword.

Sorcha Black

Sorcha
writes fantasy about women who are too busy fighting, suffering, loving, and generally getting shit done to think of themselves as heroes.

In her real life, she is married to a lazy but well-loved man and has a shoe full of children. She does her best writing on scraps of paper at red lights.

Find her at:
sorchablack.blogspot.com

Leia Shaw

Leia Shaw is the bestselling author of the paranormal romance series,
Shadows of Destiny
. Thinking up fae politics, plotting dragon power games, and calculating how fast werewolves can change forms has given her a way to express those dark places in her mind. More recently, she’s branched out into the erotic world and has written two humorous but heartwarming contemporary BDSM romances,
31 Flavors of Kink
and
The Dom with a Safeword
.

Leia lives in New England with her husband and two kids. Though she will go to her grave denying it, her husband insists she would be thrilled if he suddenly sprouted fangs.

Find her at:

www.leiashaw.com

leiashaw.blogspot.com

facebook.com/
leiashaw

Twitter @
LeiaShaw

Cari Silverwood

Cari
Silverwood writes the way the world should be - dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you dare to read.

And...in
this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches glimpses of what she writes, and a furry menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and swimming about the place.

Find her at:
carisilverwood.com

The Dom with a
Safeword

Badass Brats #1

Available now for all e-readers!

Late at night, on an amateur ghost hunt, Sabrina and her best friend Q are caught trespassing by the gorgeous, blonde Jude. The embers of attraction between them sizzle when they discover Jude’s kinks match their own. Jude is a Dom on his last summer of freedom before starting the prison sentence that is med school. Q is a badass bi switch who knows what she wants, and for years it’s been her cute, doe-eyed straight friend Sabrina. But the only way to get into Sabrina’s heart and panties may be with Jude’s fist wrapped in her hair.

Domming the bratty Q and mischievous Sabrina isn’t going to be easy but Jude relishes the challenge. At the end of the summer, will they find a way to stay together when everything is tearing them apart?

“There are some of the best love scenes I have ever read due to the emotions that just leap off the page in this story.”
Night Owl Reviews

“Questionable choices, self-destructive behavior, beautiful friendship, off the charts sex and, finally, love... The collaboration of authors Cari Silverwood, Leia Shaw, and Sorcha Black is a three-some made in literary heaven.”
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Sabrina

“This block is a hot bed of activity!” Sabrina declared. She sounded like a kid in a toy store even to her own ears. Q’s eyes must be rolling out of her head. “It’s gotta be one of these old houses. There’s so much history here.”

The pin on the EMF detector bounced from point three to point six every time she pointed due north. The mansion stood out from the other houses even without her equipment going berserk. At least one story higher than its neighbors, with old cracked windows and ivy crawling up the front roman style columns, it practically screamed
Haunted: enter at your own risk.

Oh, she would enter all right. This could be the breakthrough she’d been waiting for. And it looked completely abandoned – unkempt and not a single light on inside or outside of the house.

She crept closer, ignoring the shudder that rocked her. Now was not the time to chicken out.