The Dom With the Perfect Brats (23 page)

“Not in a million years
, and put on a good show. Maybe you can convince me not to punish your disobedient ass later.”

His gravelly voice scarcely registered with Izzy. Though logic spoke up inside her head and asked how that was supposed to encourage Gemma? Even she’d figured out the girl was into pain.

“Come here.” Gemma snuck her palms up beneath Izzy’s shirt, following her curves all the way until she slipped them under the loosened bra cups and over each breast.

God.
Her nipples sprang up hard. She bit back an urgent sigh.

“You like that?”

She rolled her eyes. “No, I hate it.” As if talking was needed. She leaned into the touch as Gemma circled her breasts with her palms.

“Sure you do.” Her laugh was throaty and her eyes lit up with amusement. “I never knew a woman could feel so good.”

“Me neither.” She put her hands on Gemma’s hips and urged her closer.

“Liar. God, this is so hot.”

“Clothes off,” Cross reminded them.

“Yes. These go.” Gemma took her hands away then slid them up the shirt sleeves, found the bra straps, and helped Izzy wriggle them off her arms. When her hands returned to Izzy’s breasts, they kissed again.

They undid buttons and zips while they kissed some more and wrapped their arms about each other.

Izzy knew what was happening and yet it subsided into the background – the searching of hands and brush of skin on skin was merely subtle music to accompany the meeting of their lips. Soft sighs and moans surfaced from somewhere. Cross encouraged them and her bra was gone, her shorts and panties wriggled out of, her lower
half-naked. She had a mission too, kissing Gemma and getting her to undress.

“You
...next,” she murmured into the woman’s mouth while she took sections of Gemma’s lips between her own and licked each as if testing them, as if she needed to savor every morsel.

“Okay.”

The flutter of Gemma’s eyelashes spoke of passion as did the sudden duck of her head when Izzy pushed her index finger in an inexorable slide dead-center down the zip seam, going down, toward her clit. She was sure she felt the little bump of the flesh as her fingertip curved farther. Gemma gasped and arched. So she rubbed her finger up and down, up and down, pushing the seam in, pressing it up.

She wondered if she wa
s doing it right, and whether Gemma wanted more. “Do you want me to put my finger in you?”

“God. Fuck.” Gemma groaned. “Yes.” She gripped Izzy’s shoulders and arched. Together they removed Gemma’s shorts. Now they were equally bare.

Without another moment’s hesitation, with her hand wrapped in Gemma’s hair, she found the entrance between her slippery labia. Then she drove a finger up inside while she watched the change on Gemma’s face. The rapture.

Shit.
The little shudder and clench as Gemma’s walls gripped her was maddening.

“You like that, girl?”
Cross asked.

“Fuck.” Gemma grabbed Izzy’s wrist and pulled so her finger went in deeper. She ground her hips upward.

Those full lips beckoned her. She kissed Gemma in a quiet exploratory way while slowly thrusting her finger in and out. Her expression and the soft moans past her mouth as Gemma grew more and more aroused fascinated her.

“Izzy!” The grip on her wrist tightened. “Please
...”

“You two are going to
make my cock explode.” The shadow said Cross had moved above and she felt him grab her waist. Then with pure strength, and despite her squeal, he maneuvered her so she sat on the dividing little wall between the front seats that normally housed cups.

Something soft was under her butt. Cross had folded his shirt and laid it across the plastic.

“Hey!” She protested. “Me and Gemma –” She stared at her wet finger. Gemma’s moisture, and Gemma was looking too.

The woman still had her legs spread. For a riveting second all Izzy could do was stare. Impossible to look away. She loved the appearance of a woman down there even more than a man.

Gemma’s face flushed deep pink and she closed her legs by a few inches.

“No.” Izzy put a gentle hand on her knee. “Please.”

After blinking once, Gemma stayed as she was. “Okay.” She put her hand over Izzy’s and drew in a breath. “What are you doing, Cross? We were –”

“About to make each other come?” Cross had his chin next to Izzy’s ear and his words rumbled straight in and jumbled her brain. “I like my idea better.” He wrapped his heavy hands around Izzy’s arms above her elbows and fastened them to her sides. “Lick her while I hold her.”

The idea of that, of Gemma’s tongue down there...she sucked in a breath.

Gemma hesitated.

“The bet, Gemma,” Cross said. “You’re not too chicken to follow through, are you?”

When s
he scowled at him, Izzy had to smile. He knew just how to work the girl.

“I’m not chicken. I just
...” She stared at Izzy.

He snapped his fingers and her
focus shifted to him. “Lick her until I tell you to stop.”

Gemma
thought for a while, then nodded. She slid her tongue across her lips in some unconscious imitation of what Cross had asked then she moved in.

Izzy had to breathe sometime and she
drew in a big gulp of air.

“Do
a good job...” Cross hesitated. She could almost hear the thoughts ticking over in his head. “And I’ll give you the strap the right way. I know how to make you come long and loud.”

She gulped. “The strap? But that’s for punishment. I don’t
...I don’t like it.”

He chuckled.
“Yes, you do. I’ll shove you face down on my desk, stroke your luscious ass with my leather strap... I wonder how much pain you would need to make you come?”

Gemma’s lips were parted and she stared at him, mesm
erized.

“C’mon
, you two. Get a room...but later! Me?” Izzy whined and wriggled, and felt the firm circle of Cross’s fingers constrict on her arms.

“Izzy,” he growled. “Quiet.”

“Uh.” Held. Surrounded by man. She subsided back into his warm chest. Nice. But she added weakly. “Argue later. Please?”

A
s he laughed, his body bumped at the back of her head. “I agree. Quit stalling and do it.”

“Okay,” Gemma whispered. “Okay.” Then she shifted closer, put her h
ands between Izzy’s legs and put her thumbs on either side of her clit.

The girl was going down on her. Even before her tongue touched, Izzy groaned.

There came the first flick of tongue over the top of her engorged nub. Fuck...fuck...a girl was... Sensations rocked her. For a while she watched Gemma’s mouth, feeling like she was dreaming the best naughty dream ever. She was gentle, teasing – her face soft between Izzy’s thighs. As sensations built, she tilted her groin up into that hot mouth.

The little sounds accompanying the feel of that softness probing her made her climb rapidly into the territory of a climax. She groaned and came, bucking a little.

“Keep going, Gemma.” The instruction from Cross had her struggling to rise but he held her in place. “No. You stay there ’til we’re done with you.”

Gemma lifted her head and eyed Izzy. “Guess I get to torture you
. Remember all those Aussie sayings you told me to use on Australians who came in for tattoos?”

“What?” she said weakly, knowing she couldn’t get away. “I was just teasing you.”

“Poor Izzy. Me too. I’m just teasing.” Then she smiled evilly and got back down to business again, applying the very tip of her tongue in tantalizing circles around her clit until dragging air into her lungs became optional as Izzy’s throat closed in.

She strived to reach to hold Gemmas’
s hair and pull her close, to make her tongue go
there
, but found again that she couldn’t move. Maddening. “Please,” she whimpered, squirming.

“Uh-uh,” Cross whispered. “Stay
. Keep doing that, Gemma. Little touches. Don’t let her come.”

Frustrated, she squealed indigna
ntly. Cross only chuckled then bit up and down her neck.

Damn him. But she let her head fall back against hi
s shoulder and closed her eyes. Excruciating and yet wonderful at the same time, and she was so going to kill them both.

Her breathing rasped in her ears. Her heart thumped.
All she knew was the slide of Gemma’s moist tongue stroking at her and the small kisses on her sex and the writhe of her lower body. Need built. Lust coiled tight inside her.

W
hen she was so desperate her legs were shaking and sweat beaded on her face, Cross relented. At his instruction, Gemma worked two fingers into Izzy’s pussy – finger-fucking and licking her until she cried out another orgasm.

Oh God.

“Again,” Cross said.

“
Noo. Enough! Please?” Izzy begged, wanting only to snuggle with the two of them somewhere comfy like a bed.

“No. Keep going. I want to see
how many we can wring from Izzy.”

“
Wait. No! Gemma?”

But her girlfriend, traitor that she was, only kissed her inner thigh and smiled benevolently.

She protested by trying to escape his grasp – growling and wriggling like crazy. His big hands barely shifted and he laughed as she put every ounce of power into her muscles. Not a hope.

“You’re not going anywhere, little one.”

“Hey, I think I’m getting good at this.” Amusement dripped from Gemma’s words.

“
Fuck you,” she said weakly. More gentle kisses were applied to her thigh, advancing upward until the last one engulfed her clit.

Those soft lips closed in and stayed there,
suckling, bestowing bliss on that precious part of her. Gemma hummed. The vibrations…god oh fricking god. With Izzy’s clit still captured by her lips, she swirled her tongue directly over the top.

Izzy
groaned and shut her eyes as they rolled back. Another wave of sensation spilled that immense tide of pleasure through her and over her.

While she was panting still, Cross spoke.
“Ever been fucked in the ass, Izzy?” His tone was as bland as someone listing groceries.

“No!
” Trembling, she sagged into his grip. What the hell?

“One day we will try that. Meantime
, Gemma, do it again.”

Oh fuckitty fuck. “Is it National Orgasm day, or something?” She
couldn’t help moaning as Gemma worked a third finger in. Her walls clamped down, and she felt those fingertips curve against her inside, and stroke. When Cross simultaneously nipped her shoulder, her gasp seemed made by someone else.

While s
he was writhing and whimpering and struggling to cope with what Gemma did to her, he grated out his reply an inch from her ear. “Guess it must be. One more.”

Through the fog
rising in her mind, she wondered, what must be?

Cross

The drive back to Cobalt Harbor seemed to take much longer than usual. For a while Cross found his raging hard-on very distracting. It was only when his girls started talking about what they should all have for supper and what movie to watch later that his pulse slowed back to normal and he was able to fully concentrate. Even so, small mental glimpses of them bound in various positions, helpless to his will, threatened to make him forget he was in charge of operating a motor vehicle.

Gemma and Izzy sat in the back together,
talking over the engine noise somehow and laughing, holding hands like a couple of high school kids at a dance. Although he’d forced the issue of the two of them putting on a show for him a few times, now he was wondering if it had been poor planning on his part. He had to admit he felt left out. He wanted that connection – the bond developing between the two of them – to include him. But he’d never even managed to really, truly love
one
woman. How would he manage it with two?

He tried to separate them in his head. Would it be easier to fall in love with one of them, if it came to that? This threesome thing was fun, but he’d never seen it work long term, except for with Jude, Sabrina and Q.
A triple they called themselves, as opposed to a couple. The idea that he could have the same luck seemed unlikely. So which one would he choose if he had to choose this instant?

Lists of their attributes and quirks danced around in his head. Conversations and debates they’d had. Even theological discussions. Was there anything they hadn’t discussed? Feelings
about each other, perhaps. They skirted around the subject.

He imagined letting Gemma go. She was the more difficult of the two. Her submission was
a constant struggle. Surprisingly, though, the struggle excited him. Trying to figure out what she was thinking, even when it came to a shared novel, was almost impossible. Their minds worked very differently. The thought of giving her up made him want to punch something. And Isadora? She was at once mouthy and sweet. Her submission was closer to the surface, but she was impish and playful and always ready to jolly him out of any moodiness – domly or otherwise. Letting her go would tear him up.

But forget what he wanted. What if neither of them wanted him?

Maybe it would be better for them both to keep some distance from him. If they fell in love with him and he couldn’t love them back, it would be cruel. The thought of them leaving him ate at his insides.

His distraction almost sent him past his parents’ driveway. He braked at the last minute and parked at the road.

“I hope you don’t mind. I’m just dropping these off to my dad.” He brandished the books he’d bought at the mall. Today he also dropped off money.

They unbuckled, but he waved a hand.

“No, no. Don’t come in.” Panic rose in his chest. “Just wait here, I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Let me guess, you don’t want to explain to your parents why you have two girls on your arm?” Izzy
smiled.

“It’s not like that. It’s just
, like I said...my mother is unwell. It can be disturbing at times. We try not to bring by people she doesn’t know. It upsets her.”

They nodded and Gemma grinned. “We’ll make sure not to make out while you’re gone, just in case a neighbor ambles by.”

Cross arched a brow. “So you figure because my family lives out in the country that people amble around here?”

“Yes
.” Izzy winked. “Aren’t you a cowpoke, or some such?”

“There are no cowpokes around here. But I do have a lot of rope – and a whip if you want me to try
it out on you.” He grinned at them menacingly and they both got wide-eyed. Neither refused, though.

He jog
ged up to the house, hoping not to keep Gemma and Izzy waiting long. Mother wasn’t on the porch with her overflowing ashtray, and his dad sat alone at the kitchen table, working on a crossword puzzle.

“Hey,
Dad. Where is she?”

“Oh, she went off to a church meeting with Sheppard then they were stopping at the store. They’ll be home in about an hour.”

Cross gave him a one-armed hug and put the books on the table. “I didn’t think he’d even show up, let along stay this long.”

“You and me, both. Thanks, Godfrey. I just finished the last one you brought by. I’d offer it back, but I think she tossed it out.” He shrugged.

Dishes were piled to overflowing in the sink, and gave the impression they were trying to eat the kitchen counter. Cross piled some of the dishes on the counter, filled the sink with soapy water and started washing furiously. He’d just do a couple and head back out.

“In a hurry?”

“Yeah, sorry. I have people in the truck.”

“Not Jude or Malachi or they would have come in to say hello.
Are they girls?”

Cross glanced over his shoulder. His father was rubbing his hands together and waggling his eyebrows.

“Dad, don’t be like that.” He laughed. “Yes, they’re girls. Women, actually. Girls are a little young for me at this point.”

“Is one of them your new girlfriend?”

Cross maintained a tactful silence, but more because he didn’t know how to answer the question.

“Godfrey Augustus Cross! You have two girls on your line right now? And they’re alone in the truck together? That could get messy.”

Cross held back a guffaw as he thought of the mess made in the truck in the parking lot just an hour earlier. He knew that wasn’t the kind of mess his father meant. “They know about each other. They’re sharing.”

His father eyed Cross’s frame. “I guess there’s enough of you for them to share and have some left over.”

“Is that a fat joke, old man?”

“You were a scrawny kid. Even if you’d ever had any fat, the muscle
would have scared it off.”

Cross snorted
and quickly rinsed the few clean dishes in hot water then set them to drip in the tray.

“Gotta go. I’ll be back in a couple of days. You guys have food?”

“You dropped off enough to feed an army last time.”

“I wasn’t sure how much Sheppard would eat.” He shrugged.

His father leaned back in his chair, eyeing his crossword puzzle with disgust. “He doesn’t eat much. He’s always scrounging money for beer, though.”

“Hmm. How much could you use for the week?”

“The usual is more than fine, Cross. You shouldn’t give us so much money anyway. I hate that we mooch off of you.”

“I’m just satisfied I can help now, Dad. I remember you hiding money so I could go on field trips and stuff. You made sure we had clothes and bikes even when she was cussing you out for wasting cash on us. Without you I wouldn’t be able to look back on my childhood with any happiness. You gave me that. This money is nothing.” He tucked the wad of bills into the man’s hand.

His father’s rheumy eyes had misted up and he wiped at them with the back of his hand. “Those women are making you soft, boy. It’s not like you to talk like that, but you have to know, I stayed for you.”

Cross swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Me? Hell, Dad
, why me?”

“You were always such a good boy, Godfrey. The best son a man could hope for. She was mean to you, even worse than now, and I’ve never been able to figure out why.
I couldn’t walk off and leave you.”

Cross
pressed his fingers on his closed eyes. The best son a man could hope for? He wanted to curl up somewhere and cry hard – a luxury he hadn’t allowed himself since he was seven and their cat ran away. “It doesn’t matter how she treats me, Dad. It is what it is. I’ve given up trying to figure out how to please her.” He paused to gear up to rehashing an old argument between them. “Move in with me, you stubborn old fart. I have space. If the stairs are too hard for your legs, we can move to a ground floor place somewhere.”

His father shook his head vigorously. “No, no. You’re a young man with two lady friends. You don’t need an old man hanging around.”

Cross sighed. “I don’t have time to argue with you today. Just think about it, okay? I want to get out of here before she shows up.”

“Yes, go! You can stand here arguing with me all day, but I won’t change my mind and your womenfolk will wander off. You’ve kept them wai
ting too long already.”

They nodded to each other in a manly fashion. “
See you in a few days.”

As Cross walked out to the yard, he barely felt his feet. Dad loved him. He
’d always known it, but after their conversation today, he felt it – believed it. He hoped his eyes weren’t red. If they were he’d blame it on the cigarette smoke.

He felt bad that he’d left
the girls in the truck for so long, but that conversation had taken him by surprise. It was rare for Cross to find his father alone at home since his mother went about buying over-the-counter meds during the day when Cross was minding his shop. It was unfortunate that his relationship with the only father he’d ever known had been purposely sabotaged by his mother.

Who was home.

The taxi had dropped Mother and Sheppard in the driveway, and was pulling back into the street right away. Thank goodness for small miracles. The more people who were around, the more of a scene she made – like she reveled in having an audience. Sheppard sauntered past Cross without a greeting or side glance, as if Cross didn’t exist. He had a case of beer. At that point only the beer existed.

“Hey, Sheppard. How’s it going?”

His brother didn’t bother to respond.

Mother, on the other hand, was headed straight for Cross’s truck. He sprinted after her, calling her name. “Mother? Mother, hi!”

No response. She walked up beside the truck and looked into the back seat.

“I dropped off money. It’s in the house.” He tried to distract her with greed, but it didn’t work.

“Not enough, I’m sure. You keep your own mother like a street person, while you shower your two whores here with gifts?” She was so angry that drops of her spittle hit the side window. Sometimes when she got a rant on he wished he had a riot police helmet, if only for the face guard.

“Those are friends of mine, Mother. We went into the city to go to the bank to get you money, and they shopped at the mall. We just stopped by to drop the money off.”

Izzy and Gemma had glanced out the window, but turned away to talk to each other at Cross’s furtive signal. They both sat stiffly. He hoped they didn’t hear everything from the interior of the truck.

Mother shook the white paper bag she was clutching under his no
se. “And what about my pills? I need my pills and you never give me enough money to get everything I need. If you cared about me, you’d make sure I got enough pills.”

Cross sighed. “You take too many already. Remember the doctor told you that?”

“I have pain he can’t see. What the fuck does that quack doctor know anyway?”

He held out a hand, trying to coax her toward the house. “Come on. Sheppard’s waiting for you in the house, I’m sure.”

“Don’t touch me! I’m going. I won’t thank you for money you made whoring yourself out, so don’t expect it. Try not to get any stains from that soul of yours on those girls. No point in the whole lot of you going to Hell.”

When it came to pro-domming, he’d explained to his mother that it wasn’t whoring, but she refused to see the difference. Instead she mocked him about it whenever she could.

How had the woman ever failed at her missionary work? She was so charming. “Yes, mother, I know.” And like he’d ever gotten or expected a thank you from her. The words were a show for Gemma and Izzy.

She spat on him and weaved back toward the house. Cross had the urge to follow and make sure she managed to get in the door okay, but he knew she wasn’t in the mood to be helped right now, unless it was to be given extra money.

Shit. The girls. If they didn’t bolt and run after this, they were saints.

Cross unlocked the truck doors and slid into the driver’s seat. “Are you two okay?”

Gemma handed him a tissue and he wiped the spit off his shirt. Izzy squeezed his arm.

“Forget us! Are you okay? Is
she always like that?” Gemma asked.

“Pretty much. She was in a decent mood today. Thank you for ignoring her.” Cross started the truck and pulled back onto the road. “Sometimes you just have to not engage or it makes her worse. So, how much did you hear?” He winced.

“Everything.”

His mouth twisted. “Sorry. Usually she’s in the house or sitting on the porch, so it never occurred to me that you might see that. I won’t be insisting my family comes by for dinner or anything. They’re my responsibility, not yours.”

“I can’t believe you help them out. I would have written them off by now,” Izzy said flatly. “No one deserves that kind of abuse.”

His mind started to chase its tail. Should he have given her more money? It was hard to say no, since he knew there was still some in his wallet. Cross paid their expenses, took care of the house, made sure they had food – even cooked for them at his place and brought food by. But more money would just mean more pharmaceuticals. He didn’t want to be an enabler
but he didn’t want them to suffer. It was a hard balance.