Three Mates for Judith (14 page)

“Yes, where?” asked Cherise.

“He’s got one of those wheeled luggage bag things for his bowling balls. He puts smaller things in the inner pockets of it.”

“Wouldn’t he have taken that with him when he left?” asked Naftali. They’d been separated for a long time. Not quite long enough for the divorce to be final, but getting toward that time.

“I only rented him a small apartment and sent his clothing and personal possessions, not anything else. I’ll get all his stuff moved out in the next few days. I’ll rent a storage locker for him if I have to, if he won’t accept delivery of his property,” said Cherise.

“Since he’s likely to be in jail for several years, that could be the wisest thing to do,” said Nahum.

“What about bigger things like a painting? Where did he hide them?” asked Nelson.

“I don’t know. If something is missing, we’ll just have to look,” said Judith.

Just then a sleek Porsche pulled up behind them. Naftali guessed that would be Cherise’s attorney. As soon as a debonair, silver-haired man in very expensive-looking navy blue suit stepped out of the Porsche, Cherise opened her door as well. Nahum jumped out to help her out of the car, and Naftali did the same thing, wanting to be right there to protect both women.

Nelson locked the car and followed them to the stoop.

Cherise handed her keys to the attorney, who unlocked the door and ceremonially bowed to the women. Naftali wasn’t happy about that.

“Let me go first, just in case,” he said, pushing past them all and scanning the entry hallway.

Nelson said, “I’ve been told the building is safe.”

That meant whichever panther was on duty had texted him. But it wasn’t a gold-plated guarantee, and Naftali needed to be here, needed to be watching out for Judith, needed to be sniffing the air and pacing around looking for any sign of trouble. Fortunately, all appeared to be untouched.

The attorney turned to him and said, “Gavin Argylle.”

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Naftali Meyer, part of the security detail for the Lutterworth women. These are my brothers, Nahum and Nelson.”

“I’m very glad you’re all here. I feel much safer knowing we have trained professionals with us. Now, let’s get started, shall we?” Argylle took out his cell phone and a tiny pen and said, “The living room first.”

For the next hour, Naftali, Nahum, and Nelson trailed around after the women checking every painting, piece of furniture, and ornament in the house. Naftali was bored to death long before they reached the second floor. The best part was when they finally arrived at the attic and he saw Judith’s domain. It had a number of similarities to her apartment at the farm, but this building had dormer windows, and she’d fitted them with benches and soft cushions so she could sit there in the sunshine and look out. She also had a wall of bookshelves blocking the entry so no one could see in from the doorway.

One day he’d ask her about that. Why had she done it in both places? Had someone once seen her half undressed and embarrassed her? It was a gap in his knowledge of his woman, and he had to have the answer. He wanted to learn everything about her over the coming weeks and months.

Meanwhile, the attorney left, satisfied that nothing had been stolen or replaced with copies, and Cherise said, “I’m going to bed. Don’t bother to wake me for supper. I’ll send for takeout when I’m ready.” She hugged Judi, gave them all a tiny wave, and headed back upstairs.

Naftali looked at his brothers and received two nods in return.

“Judith, would you like to go out for dinner?”

Judi waited until her mother had disappeared and then smiled at them. “Yes, I would. To a dungeon.”

Naftali’s dick hardened so fast that he was almost left gasping. Dammit, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted more than that right now.

* * * *

Nahum wished he’d brought nice clothes with him to change into so he could dress up appropriately to take his woman out somewhere special for a meal before they look her to the dungeon. Nelson was already on his cell phone, likely booking them a table. He wondered if they could take Judith to the panther warehouse and their apartment to get changed but decided that wasn’t really appropriate. But maybe if she stayed in her jeans, it wouldn’t look so bad. The BDSM club had a dress code, but it certainly didn’t prohibit jeans.

Nelson said, “I’ve booked us a table and a dungeon at the BDSM club. We can go there any time in the next hour or so. I thought maybe we should eat and talk first and then play and fuck.”

Nahum thought he was unwise using the f word when Judith’s mom might still be listening in, but he had no problem at all with the plan for the evening’s entertainment.

But Judith was smiling and Naftali said, “Let’s go then.”

“Shouldn’t I change into a dress?”

Nahum’s breath hitched, and he licked his lips at the thought, but he shook his head. “I like the idea of you sitting between us with a slinky dress on and no panties so we can touch and tease you throughout the meal, but we don’t have any good clothes with us. Our luggage is still at the farm. If we’re all in jeans, it looks more appropriate.”

Naftali shook his head. “She can wear a dress. I like the idea of our Judith in no underwear. As long as the three of us are wearing jeans, we shouldn’t be embarrassed.”

Judith whirled around and raced for the stairs. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

Nahum doubted that. He didn’t think any woman could put on a pretty dress that fast. But being alone with his brothers was also good. He opened his mouth to mention about mating their woman, but Naftali spoke before he could begin.

“Over dinner we tell Judith about mating and ask her to mate us.”

Naftali said it as a statement, not a suggestion, but Nahum didn’t have any problem with that. It was what he wanted above everything else. He loved her so much that not being with her forever wasn’t a thought he was willing to consider.

Faster than he would have believed possible, he heard steps on the stairs, and Judith appeared. She was wearing the slinkiest of dresses. It was red and made of some fabric that clung to her skin from breasts to hips. It had a plunging neckline that exposed the tops of her breasts and left her shoulders bare, showing off her creamy flesh, and a hemline that ended several inches above her knees. And on her feet were matching red shoes with a strap around her ankle and heels so high he would never have been able to walk in them.

He was pretty sure he was standing there with his mouth open in shock when Naftali began clapping, and Nelson joined in. Nahum swallowed and said, “You’re beautiful, Judi. You look amazing.”

Naftali bowed. “We’re honored to have you join us for the evening.”

Judi grinned widely in return. “I’m looking forward to it.

Nahum opened the door and then unlocked the car for her. He wished he was sitting in the backseat, able to touch her bare flesh, but it was his turn to drive, and anyway, he knew his brothers wouldn’t act without him.

He heard Nelson calling the panthers on duty to ensure they’d keep watch over Cherise while they were gone.

The BDSM club was in the entertainment district, near the river, but the brownstone was situated in a nice neighborhood, not too far from the heart of the town, so it was only a matter of twenty minutes before he pulled into the underground parking lot.

Nelson had booked them a booth on the upper mezzanine level of the restaurant. They would still have an adequate view of the stage when the live show began later, but what they had an abundance of was privacy to speak to and touch their woman during the meal.

The server brought them a carafe of water and four glasses, as well as the menus. Nahum didn’t care what he ate. Mrs. Davey was a good cook, although he’d eaten that burger quite a few hours ago now, so he ordered salmon fettuccine with Parmesan cream and lime sauce. Mostly he was interested in what Judith would choose. She took her time reading the various items, and he hoped she wouldn’t just choose some dieter’s salad. He wanted to know the things she truly enjoyed. Not the sort of food a woman chose to be socially acceptable and fit a narrow image drawn up by idiots who didn’t appreciate real women with genuine curves.

Nahum shook his head as both his brothers ordered steak and French fries but then smiled again when Judith chose the amatriciana, rigatoni pasta with tomatoes, prosciutto, and chilies.

“That’s a good choice. The salty prosciutto is offset by the spicy tomatoes and chili,” said the server.

“I like to try different things sometimes,” replied Judi.

Nahum wondered if she considered sex with the three of them as trying something different as well.

They grouped themselves around her, and Naftali spoke softly, although the high backs of the booth acted as soundproofing and privacy shields. “You know about panther matings, don’t you, Judith?”

Nahum was watching her closely, and she didn’t appear to be surprised or worried by the conversational topic.

“I’ve talked a little with Elsie. We kept in touch over winter, even though we were apart. It’s weird to have found out I have a half-sister years older than me, and a younger brother as well. I don’t know what our father was thinking of leaving Elsie’s mom, living with my mom, leaving my mom, going back to Elsie’s mom, and then returning to my mom again. It’s all too crazy for logic.”

“Tell us what you know about panther matings?” asked Nahum, not wanting to get involved with Lutterworth’s inability to choose a partner between two perfectly lovely women.

“You fuck, you bite, and there’s no changing your mind,” said Judith.

Nahum thought she’d summed it up very succinctly indeed.

All three of them reached for her hands together, their six hands cupping and holding her two between them all. “This is how your life would be. All of us with you, loving, cherishing, and protecting you forever,” said Nelson.

“When we mate, we fuck you bareback. The sex will be even better than before when you feel our naked dicks fucking you deep and hard, filling you, stretching you, possessing you,” said Naftali very softly. Naftali spoke right beside her ear, but Nahum’s panther hearing was sharper than human hearing, and he had no trouble distinguishing the words.

“When we bite you, our fangs will slice into your flesh, and you’ll come again, harder than you just did, with the rush of adrenaline from feeling our fangs on your neck,” added Nahum.

“That all sounds very erotic, and I’m ready to sign up for that part of it, but what about the practicalities of the relationship? Do I move into the warehouse with you? Do you move in with Mom and me and commute to work? I’m supposed to be gradually taking over the management of the family farm and money. Mom’s ready to retire, but we’re doing it all very slowly. However, I need to be in contact with her and the people who work for her all the time,” said Judith.

Nahum had forgotten about that. He’d not paid any attention at all to her need to work. Although… “Obviously you need Internet and cell phone access to the people who work for your mom and to your mom, but how often do you need face-to-face meetings? When you were in Michigan, you must have managed by telecommuting,” he said.

“Mostly telecommuting is perfect. As I take control of more aspects of the business, there’ll be paperwork to sign, and I might need to attend some meetings, but mostly, I can work from anywhere, such as the panther headquarters. But I do need to the time and space to do the work.”

“That’s not a problem. Your time is your own. We aren’t looking for a slave—except in the dungeon. We want a mate to share every aspect of our lives,” said Nelson.

“Plus, we understand that nine to five might not work for you. We can adjust if you need weekend, afternoon, or evening meetings. Nelson and Nahum have to work odd shifts at times as well, although my own job is generally eight to five,” added Naftali.

Their food arrived, and they ate, although Nahum didn’t notice what he was eating, even though he’d chosen it especially. His gaze was fixed on Judi. She hadn’t actually said yes to mating them, but she’d sure as hell led them to believe she would agree. If not immediately, then without too long a delay. He could live with that. But right now he wanted to get her in the dungeon and play a proper scene with her. One that would push her to her limits and send her screaming into release.

Chapter Eight

Judi was so aroused and so ready to be fucked she had to keep her legs pressed tightly together so her cunt cream didn’t get on her dress. She’d done as they suggested and had no bra and no panties on. She had pasties on her nipples because she didn’t want every man in the BDSM club knowing she was braless. But there was nothing under her dress except her skin, and her skin craved their touch.

Since they hadn’t suggested she move into the dungeon, Judith decided to give them a hint. She set her fork down and blotted her lips on her napkin with one hand. Her other hand was under the table, and she rested it lightly on Naftali’s thigh then stroked his cock, as firmly but as teasingly as she could manage over the heavy denim of his jeans.

He placed his hand over hers, trapping it there, so without looking at him, she scraped her fingernails up and down over the hard ridge.