Page 5 of Black Light: The Crossover
“I fucking own this place!”
“And you’remyboss, not his,” the Dungeon Master continued, crossing his arms with an irritating smirk. “But I don’t think you plan on firing me.”
“Fuck all of you,” Jaxson grumbled, waving a hand dismissively at them as he turned toward the curtained exit.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Cash called out, wiping at his eyes as he finally got his cackling under control. “Come on, man. I’m sorry I was a dick about it, okay? I get it. Having parents around definitely limits the kind of fun you can have, and how you can handle your sub. Well,subsin your case, but I get it.”
“If that was the only issue, I’d want to kick your ass a lot less.” Rubbing at his face, Jax faced the other Doms and sighed. “Our nanny is taking extra time off this year because she’s going with her family to celebrate Christmas at some resort, so we’ll be traveling with the twins alone, and then—”
“So? Grandparents love to take care of kids! They’ll totally help out,” Cash interrupted.
“They won’t be on the plane with us,” Jax grumbled.
“But they’ll give you guys some solo time once you’re there, right?” Tyler was probably trying to be helpful, but all he wanted to do was tell the guy to shove off. Having Elijah and Cash teaming up against him was irritating enough.
“Yeah, like you’d fuck your sub the way youusuallyfuck her if you were at her parent’s house?” Elijah stared at the DM and Tyler shut his mouth quickly, dropping his gaze to the floor. Turning back to Jax, the Dungeon Master reached over to shake his shoulder a bit. “It won’t be so bad. Maybe you can even bail a little early? When are you going to your mom’s?”
“We’re not,” he snapped. “My mom is in Europe through the New Year doing some charity PR tour. She’s going to visit sometime in January.”
“Well, fuck.” Elijah managed to sum up the situation perfectly, and Jaxson was pissed that he’d stumbled right back into the terrible mood he’d been fighting for weeks.
“That… is a perfect storm of shit,” Cash added, and Jax flipped him off.
“See why I have the urge to test a whip out on you?”
“That situation with Spencer was a one-time thing, and it was for Sam. I have no interest in getting whipped again by you or anyone else,” the singer replied. “Plus, I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to punish anyone when you’re angry.”
Groaning, Jaxson rolled his eyes. “I want to hit you, notpunishyou, jackass. For the last four years we’ve spent a few days around Christmas with you and Samantha, and your fucking concert screwed me, so I’m laying this ‘perfect storm of shit’ at your feet.”
“You’ll survive,” Elijah said, casually shrugging a shoulder. “Plus, who knows what fun you might be able to have? New situations have a way of bringing out the creativity in Doms, and there’s plenty of devices you can use that can’t be heard through thin walls.”
“Right,” he muttered, but while he was still pissed off at the situation, he had to admit Elijah’s comment did have some of the gears in his head turning.
Was he just overreacting to the whole thing?
Maybe.
The entire situation had put him in a terrible mood ever since Emma had agreed to it, and with his mom in Europe over the holiday, and Chase’s mom able to see the kids any time they were in L.A., he’d had no excuse to avoid the extended visit. It wasn’t even that he had a problem seeing them. Hell, he liked Robert and Linda. They had that Midwestern charm, paired with the honesty and kindness that had made him fall in love with Emma. Plus, her parents had accepted him and Chase in ways that had surprised him.
But Elijah had hit the nail on the head.
It didn’t matter how much he liked seeing them, or how nice it would be to spend Christmas day at their house without feeling rushed because they were either just coming back from his mom’s or heading her way. Being in her parent’s house for twelve days was going to be like wearing a suit that was too tight. He’d feel awkward and stiff and unsure of everything he did, because just like he hadn’t wanted to embarrass Emma before the party started — he’d never want to do that in front of her parents or upset them with his dominant personality.
Which meant he couldn’t be himself.
For twelve fucking days.
“I think you need a drink,” Elijah muttered, turning him back toward the exit. “On the house.”
“Fuck that, he needs to have some fun with Chase and Emma tonight. Let the beast out of the cage before he gets locked up,” Cash snarked, laughing again as he led the way to the curtained doorway.
“Both would probably do you some good,” the Dungeon Master suggested.
“You’re right about that,” Jax admitted, the many possibilities in the room making ideas spiral inside his mind. “And I did promise my subs I’d be lighting their asses up and having them scream for me before I let them come tonight.”
Elijah chuckled, slapping him on the back. “That sounds like a very merry Christmas.”
CHAPTER 2
