The Dom on the Naughty List (9 page)

“Come in! Come in! The food awaits us.” After sweeping his hands forward to encourage them
, Matthias casually remarked to Sabrina and Q as they flanked him. “You two are far too beautiful for my brother. If you ever want to leave his harem, I’ll be happy to add you to mine.”

For a second, Jude froze. Fuck. The man was as ridiculous as when he was twenty. But, he’d broken the ice. Sabrina giggled and we
nt pink. He eyed her. Shy mode tonight.

He grab
bed her hand and squeezed. “Surgeons. All bluster and your socializing manners are as bad as your bedside manners. You can’t have either of them, Matthias.”

“Jeez. And you’re lucky I know you
inside out, mister.” Vanessa
tsked
at her husband. “But, as you said, the food’s waiting. Organizing harems can take a rain check. And the head, umm, what am I? Harem girl? Gets to have a say, and I say no vacancies.”

“
Thank you, my chief harem girl. Seriously, Sabrina and Q, there’s no judgy-ness in my house. Anything goes here. Discuss religion, politics, sex.” He peeked at Vanessa as if double-checking. “As long as we keep it sane and nobody pulls out brass knuckles, go for it.”

Mom
must have prepped them, Jude figured. He was so damn proud of his family.

While Q and Sabrina stood looking bemused but happy, his mother came forward. Elegant, in a chic skirt and blouse, she looked one hundred percent heal
thier and happier than when he’d last seen her.

She looked at Sabrina and Q. “
Merry Christmas!” Like Vanessa and Matthias, she embraced them and warmth flooded his chest.

Beyond her was a large
, arched doorway leading into a dining room. The table was set with serviettes and dishes and goblets. As she spread her arms to receive his hug, two shrieking children, about three or four years old, ran past either side of her.

“Daddy!”
They each clung to a leg of their father, hopping up and down a little to get attention. The twins.

“Wow, they’ve grown, Vanessa
.” When he’d seen them months ago, they’d been damn smaller and not so fast. Kids were like weeds. Adorable weeds, though. The girl, he remembered, was Trinity, and the boy, Jax.

“You have no idea.” Vanessa
beamed at her children. “They’ve outgrown their winter clothes already!”

“Sorry, they scampered past me. Last I saw they were playing on the floor.” His mother frowned.
“Do we need a crowbar, Matthias?”

“Probably.”
With his kids shrieking, he turned and set off for the dining room like a giant stiff-limbed robot with them still latched onto his legs. “Or explosives.”

“They’re so cute.”

Sabrina had said that? He hadn’t known she liked kids. All her mutterings about her baby-crazy aunts had given him entirely the opposite impression. Though kids certainly loved her. Babies in grocery stores often grinned at her when she made silly faces at them.

They had drinks after lunch in the living room, with all of them seated on the three couches
that were arranged in a big ‘U’ so they faced each other across the glass and steel coffee table. A little jungle of plants grew inside the globe under the glass of the table. Some classical music that might’ve been Beethoven, wafted from the sound system.

“How’s the business going, bro
?” Matthias asked, stretching back into the couch cushion, one arm across the armrest. “Need a hand at all? You know it’d be a pleasure for me to give you some investment funds.”

“It’s going well.” He nodde
d, glancing from his brother to where Jax was driving a plastic car over his mom’s knees, closely followed by Trinity who drove a green bus. “Thank you for the offer, but no.”

“And you wouldn’t take it
even if you were drowning in debt, would you?”

“Uh.
Probably not. But we’re okay.” He swept his hand toward the girls. “Three wages, you know.”

Matthias chuckled
, then added quietly. “So that’s it. You sneaky bastard.”

“That too.”
He grinned.

Matthias just shook his head in dismay.

“But hey, thanks for making them comfortable when we got here. I appreciate that.”

“What?” A frown rolled up his forehead. “Saying your girls and you were welcome? That was nothing, man.
Nothing.”

“It…was cool. You have no idea what they’ve been through. Not everyone is okay with this.
”

“
Ahhh.” Matthias’s sigh seemed to bring in a gentle peace as they watched the children play. “Does that mean…”

“What?”

“Do I get one for my harem?”

“Hell
, no!” He looked at how happy Matthias was and there was something he needed to say. “Just... you can do something for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be like dad too much, you know? Keep your family at the top of your priority list. Not work.” He smiled lopsidedly. “Hope that doesn’t get me kicked out?”

“No. I know exactly what you mean. I’m on that already. Believe me.”

“Good. Good.” Jude nodded.

The women, even Q, had been talking animatedly about something but they’d all stopped to watch
Jax, and he was watching them. He’d reached the end of the familiar knees for his road and stood poised, car on mom’s knee, swaying on his little legs. His eyes were locked on Sabrina who was the next in line on the couch. Q was next to her and she’d leaned in a bit to see.

It was like some sort of posed montage.

“Beep. Beep,” said Trinity, and she poked Jax in the back. “Go!”

At that
, Sabrina bent down and lowered her forearm slowly to make a bridge across their knees, complete with mechanical sound effects. “All set for your crossing, sir,” she said in a silly announcer’s voice.

Jax
and Trinity giggled.

“
Brmm. Brmm,” spluttered Jax, driving the car tentatively onto Sabrina’s hand and over her wrist. Trinity followed and by the time the boy reached the end of Sabrina’s “road,” Q had put her arm down too.

“Hmm.” Matthias looked from the girls back to Jude. “Kids are like crack, you know? Need intervention? There’s a friendly psychiatrist I can refer you to.”

“Huh. No. Kids are not for us. N
ot yet.”

“Yeah?
Next thing you’ll be volunteering to change diapers.”

“Christ. I
f I ever do that you can get me that shrink.”

The
train trip back to Cobalt Harbor – though only an hour or so long – gave them all time to think. They were too tired to talk but somehow he knew they'd all taken something good away from being with his family. Being together – the three of them as a family, around vanilla people – it could work. And the longer they stayed together, the easier it would be for people to accept. The rocking of the train as the girls leaned into him seemed to meld them into a greater, more wonderful whole than ever before.

***

Three days until Christmas and the girls were trying to pull the wool over his eyes. Or was that the tinsel? Jude grinned as he studied the Naughty and Nice list on fridge. Morning rivaled evening for being the best time of day for him. Wake up with a hard-on, stir the girls, and have lazy morning sex. Today he’d decided not to disturb them, seeing as how they were curled up together so beautifully. His heart truly ached when he saw Sabrina tucked under Q as he often found her.

But this…he laid his palm on the
fridge door beside the whiteboard. The scores were messed up. Not only did Q have zero naughtiness in her column, but one of them had gone ballistic on him sometime last night. Written crookedly, he’d been declared Jingle Balls the Naughty Christmas Elf for... he squinted to read the blurred letters... for not letting Q and Sabrina make-out at every kissing scene in the movie last night. After the long day with his family, they’d watched the new Batman movie and ate popcorn. He’d barely been able to handle the two of them squirming around in their cute PJ’s, curled up next to him for a whole two hours. And he’d been too tired for a play session. So now he had twelve naughty faces below his name.

They’d all crashed in bed around midnight.
When had they had time?

He swallowed the last two inches of orange juice in his glass, set it down, then rooted out the sheet of sticky gold stars from a drawer. These should stick to girls, and
discovering the culprit would be fun. Especially since it looked like Q’s writing and he rarely saw her bratty side manifest anymore. A far cry from this time last year. But Q had the most submissive spirit he’d ever seen in a woman. Though tough on the outside, inside she was sometimes as fragile as a butterfly. And so eager to please. Once he’d proven his dominance physically, and that he was there for her emotionally, she was all his.

When he entered the bedroom
, they were still asleep and in the same position. Damned if he’d ever admit to being mushy but a smile crept onto his face and he quietly sat down on the chest at the end of the bed to admire his women. As the Dom, he’d exercised his rights last night and had them both go to bed naked apart from their public collars, though he wore boxers. Since they’d insisted on teasing him all through the movie, this was a bit of a message not to forget that he was boss.

Q lay on her side with Sabrina’s head tucked beneath her chin and her body under Q’s arm.
The cyborg enhancement tattoo that ran from his little switch’s wrist to her ankle, on the one side, was barely visible in the weak morning light. Even the girls’ legs were tangled. How they slept like that he had no idea.

The sheet had flipped back to knee level when he’d gotten up
and turned the space heater on. Three bodies in the same bed kept them warm despite the drafty old house, but a toasty room in the morning made it easier to get up. The view had his dick stirring. Women’s bodies…he could look all day and never grow bored.

The
subtle, sweeping curves drew his eye, enticing him to lick and kiss. The early light flowed like honey, caressing the mounds of their breasts and their buttocks. Jude sighed. He understood why artists loved painting nude portraits. Especially when, from where he sat, with their legs drawn up both Sabrina and Q showed their bare and slightly swollen labia and the lines of their slits. Innocent yet sensual. Inviting.

He rose
and went to Q’s side of the bed, then slipped in beside her. As he woke her with slow, soft kisses near her ear, Sabrina’s eyes popped open.

“Hi,” she mouthed quietly.

He smiled back, reaching over to stroke down her side while he kept kissing Q.

“
Mmm.” Q stirred, her backside pushing a little against him.

“Morning,” he whispered.

“Mm.”

“D
id you get up in the middle of the night and do some writing on the naughty list?

Q stiffened,
then squirmed her butt. “Um. I might have.” Her eyes opened and she looked sidelong at him. “I got up to pee and the list sort of begged me to do it.” From the shaking of her chest, she thought it amusing.

“Hmm.
”

His duty done in awakening her, he got up on his knees and rolled her over onto her back. Her eyes lidded half-closed as he showed his appreciation of her body and played lazily with her breasts, drawing spiraling circles around them until he reached the
pierced peaks. When the sheet of stickers made an appearance, and he peeled one off, Sabrina raised her head. And when he stuck one star in the center of Q’s left nipple, pressing down like he was embellishing a button, Sabrina sat up on hands and knees and almost wagged her tail.

“What are you doing?” A kitten or puppy with a new toy came to mind at the brightness of her attention.

Jude chuckled. “Decorating my naughty sub.”

“
Oooh. What do stars –”

At that, Q pulled Sabrina down for a kiss. He kept applying stars as the two of them made out. It made it hard to concentrate. Two women, two sexy women who were his, kissing – Q’s hands in Sabrina’s hair, the quiet
moaning, the sighs and even a squeak or two from Sabrina when, maybe, Q bit her lip or tongued her, their bodies under his hands and moving in little undulations…distracting to the highest degree.

He plastered the whole sheet of stars on Q, with the final one goi
ng straight onto her clit. He held it there a second or two and admired the glistening line of wetness already showing along Q’s slit.

“
Ah!” Q wriggled, bumping up against his finger and thumb. She put her head up, looking around Sabrina at him. “What are you doing?”

“Guess. Move it,
Brat Two.” At the smack of his hand on Sabrina’s butt, she crawled off to her side again.

“Pretty. Do I get some too?”

“Nope.” With his hands on Q’s hips and one swift tug, he yanked her down the bed. The upper sheet rucked up under her ass. The pillow she’d tried to hold went flying off the bed. “Stay.” Though she’d moved as if to get up onto her elbows, at the growl in his voice and point of his finger, Q froze and put her teeth on her lower lip. Her face was flushed. So was Sabrina’s. Their lips were wet and swollen from the kissing.