Page 70 of The Dom with a Safeword

“No, what?”

Her throat closed up. She swallowed hard. “No, Sir.”

A smile then he kissed her lips. Hard and panty-melting, but he stopped too soon. “That’s my good girl.”

Setting her right again, he steadied her ‘til she got her bearings. “Now be nice,” he said and gave her ass a swat.

She slowed her heavy breaths. God he could make her hot so fast. Maybe she could entice them back to the house to play earlier. Her insides already felt warm and her clit throbbed in time with her pounding heart.

“Hey!” Q called from behind them. “Wait for me.”

Sabrina turned to see Q jogging toward them across the beach. Oh great. Now she had to try to suppress her sexual appetite with two Doms. Q was just as adept at getting her turned on as Jude was. And, despite Jude having called Sabrina a tease, Q was as bad, or worse.

“It’s Brat one,” Jude said with a smile at Q. “Come on up, sweetheart.” He held out a hand to help Q up the rocks but she ignored it, quickly making her way up on her own.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said, a little out of breath.

“No problem.” Jude gestured to the other side of the rocks. “Sabrina was just taking me to a secluded part of the beach. Can we really trust her though? She’s small but has a vicious look about her in a scrappy kitten sort of way.” He flashed a dimple. “Is it a good idea to follow her to a mysterious place away from any witnesses?”

Sabrina rolled her eyes. “Ha, ha. If I wanted to murder you, I’d have done it while you were sleeping. I often sit up at night and watch you.” She pointed to Jude. “You snore. And you,” she motioned to Q, “you talk in your sleep.”

Q’s eyes widened. “What do I say?”

She bit back a grin then raised her voice an octave in a silly girly voice. “Oh, Jude. Sex me up, baby! Oh yes, feed my disturbing need for violence!”

Jude chuckled. “Nice.”

“Sex me up?” Q arched a brow. “Who even says that?”

“Nineties pop songs. Can we go?” She gestured impatiently down the rocks.

“Go on,” Jude said. “Lead us to your beach sex cave.”

Q and Sabrina laughed then the three carefully made their way down the rocks. Back on the sand, Sabrina walked closer to the water, enjoying the cool wetness on the bottom of her feet. Despite the beach breeze, it still felt muggy. Her dress clung to her body and she fought the urge to strip it off and go for a swim. Maybe she should have put on her bikini instead of the fancy bra and underwear set.

She looked back at Jude and Q, walking arm in arm and smiled. So cute. She didn’t even feel a twinge of jealousy. She’d always been the jealous type so it surprised her. But with Jude and Q…she didn’t know exactly…the three of them just fit. Though the Nico thing was getting on her nerves. It terrified her to think that Q might give in and go back to him. For some reason, Q seemed to need a man in her life frequently. What would happen when Jude left after the summer? Her heart ached for a moment but she pushed it away. Enjoy their time now. That was all she could do. What future did she have with two lovers anyway?

Ugh. She wished it wasn’t so hot. And Q was wearing jeans again! She stopped and waited for them to catch up. “I can’t even look at you in those jeans,” she said to Q when they came close. “Aren’t you hot? What happened to the shorts I made you?”

“They got paint on them. And I’m used to wearing jeans. It’s not a big deal.”

A thought came to mind. “What do you have underneath them?”

“Underwear, of course.”

“What kind? They might look like bikini bottoms.”

“They don’t,” she answered too quickly.

Sabrina sidled up to her with a sly smile. “Let me see.” She placed her hands in the waistband of her pants and undid the button.

A soft grunt left Q’s lips and she grabbed Sabrina’s hands. “What do you think you’re doing, little girl?”

Jude stepped in. “Not a bad idea. Take them off Q.”

Q let go of Sabrina and faced Jude. “You take them off.”

Oh boy.