Page 107 of The Dom with a Safeword

His joyful grin made Sabrina laugh, even while tears rolled down her cheeks. He was back! In a startling move, he yanked them both closer then dipped, pushed forward, and threw each of them over a shoulder. Sabrina screeched.

“Jude!” Q yelled and smacked his back.

He lumbered into the first bedroom on the right – Q’s room though they’d both been sleeping there since she had the queen-size bed. He lowered them onto the mattress then followed them down, landing half on top of them.

“Ow!” Sabrina rubbed her arm where someone’s knee had landed. They settled, wriggling, untangling their bodies. “That was not so graceful,” she said with a scowl.

Jude maneuvered them, one on each side, until they were tucked under his arms. “Quiet, brat two. I’m in my happy place.” He closed his eyes, inhaled a breath of each of their hair then did a double take at Q. “What on earth did you do to your hair?”

She glanced up at him then mumbled, “Long story.”

“She left in the tongue piercing.” Sabrina sighed happily. “I bugged her to take out the other rings in her face, though.” She rested her head against his warm chest, smiling blissfully at his rumbling laugh.

“Mm,” he purred, kissing Q’s head. “I want to hear every detail of your lives while I was gone. But first…”

He kissed each of them long and deep, reminding Sabrina exactly why things hadn’t been the same without him.

Now she had her right and her left – and she was whole again.

“We’re going to make this work.” She sat up and wrapped her arms around him, just below the shoulder. Then she laid her cheek on his shirt sleeve and said softly, but with determination, “We will. Or I’ll send my ghost after you.”

Epilogue

3 months later

Q officially loved February. Not that she liked winter – snow was the mortal enemy of a woman who was perpetually cold. But this one was the best. It had proven so cold that none of them strayed far from home unless they had to. Instead of dragging Q out skating and skiing, they spent time goofing around in bed – not just having mind-blowing sex, but cuddling, talking, and watching old movies. There was nothing worse than company showing up, because everyone had to get decent. However, their landlord, Fredrick, had told Jude that he was welcome to keep the girls as naked as he liked when he was over to collect the rent. Jude had yet to take him up on the offer.

They’d been lucky to get the house back. Fredrick had managed to rent it out to a young couple the week Jude had moved out, but their friendly neighborhood ghost had shown up one night. The couple had not only moved out, they’d demanded all of their money back.

By the time Jude had asked to rent it again, Fred was just happy to have it taken off of his hands. He’d set up a rent-to-own agreement with Jude then added Sabrina and Q when they’d moved in at the end of December. With recommendations from Fredrick, Jude had started a small home renovation company, and had a few contracts already. Between the three of them, they were doing well for themselves.

The worst, though, was waiting for him to get home from work. He’d been at their disposal over the summer, and they weren’t used to sharing him with a j-o-b. Juggling schedules around the three of them working full-time was tricky, but they were getting the hang of it.

In bed, they waited for him with a monster movie cued up and a bowl of popcorn at the ready. For now they were snuggling. Q was having trouble warming up – grocery shopping in the slush today had been the worst. Her only hope was that cuddling under the duvet with her best girl might thaw her out before spring.

They’d showered together when they’d gotten home, and had played a little, but they were under orders that things weren’t to get too involved in Jude’s absence. He’d also ordered them to dress in matching lingerie. Since it was freezing in the old, still mostly empty house, she was hoping he meant the matching flannel PJ bottoms they’d gotten from him for Christmas. She’d bossed Sabrina into going along with the idea. If she was wrong, they’d be in for it when Jude got home.

Her chest was currently Sabrina’s pillow. The faint floral scent of her girlfriend’s freshly-washed hair drifted up to her. Running her fingers through her blonde mane was heavenly. Sabrina didn’t seem to mind either – but her sighs of enjoyment were making Q think of more naughty pursuits. She snaked her hand down and stroked Sabrina’s collar bone, pleased when the simple act made her lover’s breath hitch. As she slid her hand farther toward her breast, Sabrina stayed very still.

“Do you want me to stop?” Which would she choose? Sabrina hated being frustrated, and she was probably still horny after their shower activities.

“Mmm... no. But when’s Jude getting home? I can’t handle this much longer.”

Q chuckled. “Such a spoiled girl! Do you think Jude would like it if he knew you were just waiting for him to get home so you could have some cock?”

A sulky whine escaped Sabrina as Q tugged gently at her hardened nipple. She looked up at Q, giving her the pitiful big brown eyes. “Nooooo, Q. I’m ready enough. Please?”

Q ignored her pleas, eventually succeeding in making her writhe under her hands. “What’s the matter, my girl? Do you want something?”

“Yes, but Jude told us no.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Q flashed her a wicked smile.

Her forehead wrinkled in consternation.

“Hmm, sounds like my little brat needs a spanking,” Jude drawled from the doorway.

She gasped and yanked her hands from Sabrina as if she’d burst into flames. “I was just messing with her. I wouldn’t have done it.”