Jackson Moon paced the nursery floor, his son’s sleepy head resting on one shoulder. He’d allowed Rogue to sleep after the final performance of Alpha Rock’s long concert tour. The interstate agenda had pushed both of them to their limits. Taking their infant son on tour had sounded like a good idea but baby Jack did not enjoy life in a hotel or traveling from gig to gig. Home at last, the baby refused to settle, his big blue eyes searching the room, and his chubby hands clinging to Jackson’s hair.
The intercom from the apartment building’s foyer buzzed, and Jackson glanced at the clock. Who the fuck disturbed them at two in the morning? He moved through the sitting room and went to the front door. He pressed the button on the receiver. “Someone better be in a pool of blood, to disturb us at this hour.”
“It’s your brother, Mr. Moon, says it’s a matter of life and death.”
What the fuck now? “Send him up.”
He opened the front door and waited for the elevator to arrive. The ping announced Joel’s arrival. His brother emerged clothes rumpled, his face white, and tear streaked. He frowned at him and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Whatever it is, keep the hysterics to a minimum, Jack is almost asleep, and I don’t want him disturbed.”
Joel pushed a lock of blond hair from his damp eyes. His face held an expression of rejection so deep it made his stomach cramp in sympathy.
“Sure, I’ll wait until you put Jack down.” He gazed at the baby and a small smile lifted his lips. “He is so damn beautiful.” He flicked him a glance. “You don’t know how lucky you are.”
“I do, and we’re expecting more luck in about seven months, the surrogate took. They used my sperm this time, but it makes no difference, Jack is just as much mine as Rogue’s now we’re married.” He strolled toward the kitchen. “Can you make some coffee and I’ll see if he’ll settle down now?”
He moved along the hallway and into the nursery. Jack had fallen asleep at last and he placed him gently in the cot. He turned and opened the door between the bedrooms. Rogue will hear him if he wakes up. He wondered what had brought Joel out at this time of the morning. Hell, Reef would be on an adrenalin high after his concert, being the lead singer of the rock band Cold Heat and would probably be looking for a scene with his brother. He returned to the kitchen and his heart gave a jolt, Joel sat head in hands sobbing. “Oh fuck, what happened. Are you okay do you want me to wake up Rogue?”
Joel flapped a hand at him, then lifted his head, and gave him a look of pure desolation.
“Have you met Cool Heat’s new base guitarist, Syn Clearwater?”
Jackson raised an eyebrow. Rogue had mentioned the twink with the chocolate eyes and described him as a bitch on heat. He nodded and his stomach gave a clench of apprehension. “Yeah, I gather he’s seeking an extreme edge player Dom. Rhys mentioned him to me the other day too, said it was good Rogue had married me.” He snorted. “Fuck as if being married would keep it in his pants. It’s up to me to keep my Master happy.” He rubbed his fingernails on his shirt then blew on them. “And I do.”
“Yeah? Well I thought I was pleasing both my Doms but on stage tonight, Syn rubbed all over Reef, and they kissed—on fucking stage right in front of me. Then that asshole, Syn gave me a look that said, ‘he’s mine, fuck off.’”
Jackson poured two mugs of coffee and slid one across the table to his brother. This was going to be a long night. “So what happened next? Reef is crazy about you and what did Rhys say about all this?”
Joel lifted his chin, and one tear rolled down his cheek.
“Rhys is out of town on business and I can’t reach him.” He sucked in a shuddering breath. “Reef had someone call me a cab then left with Syn for Club Depravity.” He lowered his lashes. “He said, I shouldn’t wait up because he was going to be busy all night. He fucking left me there at the venue like a used tissue.”
Jackson stood then went to his twin and rubbed his back. He found it hard to believe, Reef would take another sub over Joel. Fuck, the ménage was a match made in heaven. Taking a deep breath, he let it out on a long sigh. “The problem is, bro, you’re not streetwise like I am. Trust me I know how to bring a Dom to heel.” He smiled. “Dry your eyes, because I already have a plan and one that will give switch play a whole new meaning.”