Page 71 of The Dom with a Safeword

A fleeting look of amusement crossed Jude’s face before he traded it for a stern glare. “Brat.”

A second later, Q fled. Jude followed her. Sabrina watched with an equal sense of humor and trepidation for her friend’s fate – though she’d asked for it. Typical Q.

It didn’t take long for Jude to catch her. He wrestled her to the ground. Pinned face down, he yanked down her jeans, Q kicking and fighting the whole time. He managed to get them all the way off then gave her a smack on the ass before helping her to stand. With a glare, she brushed the dry sand off her face and neck.

He traded a grip on her hand for one in her hair then growled something in her ear. It must’ve been good because she watched her friend’s eyes glaze over and her body melt into him.

“You’re lucky I’m letting you keep the underwear on after that,” he said louder, walking toward Sabrina with Q’s jeans in his hand. “What did I get myself into?” he mumbled to himself. “Brats. The both of you.”

Sabrina smiled at Q, taking in her long, lean legs and black boy shorts. “Cute Q. And totally passes for bikini bottoms.”

Q stalked toward her, wearing a determined and somewhat frightening expression – her turned-on face. Sabrina gulped and took a half a step back. Without a word, Q grabbed the front of her dress and yanked her in for a kiss.

Though Q was often gentle, this time, as she crushed her mouth onto Sabrina’s, she thrust a hand into her hair and dragged her head back. The take, the dominance, blew away Sabrina’s last fragment of resistance. She shut her eyes. For what seemed like forever, Q kissed her, hard and without mercy.

When Q pulled away, Sabrina caught her breath. “Fuck,” she whispered, staring into Q’s lustful eyes.

“Mmm,” she murmured. “I plan to.”

“Hey.” Jude placed himself between them, looking from one to the other. “You starting without me? That’s not very nice.”

“No,” Sabrina jumped in quickly. She took a quick survey of the beach to make sure no one had wandered over. “No more. Not here.”

Jude frowned. “I thought you said this spot would be empty.”

“I said maybe. Anyone can wander over.” She touched her fingers to her lips, the taste of Q still lingering. “It’s just…I have family close by. And friends…” The hurt in Q’s eyes made her trail off. Guilt rose up in her belly. It killed her to cause her friend even a touch of pain. But she just wasn’t ready to reveal this situation to people. Even she didn’t understand what fucked up thing they had going on.

“It’s just a kiss, Sabrina,” Jude said.

“No, she’s right.” Q inhaled a breath then let it out slowly. “It’s not fair to force her to come out.”

Jude nodded. “Okay. Then let’s find somewhere truly private and quick. That kiss was fucking hot.”

Q and Sabrina laughed. “Come on, tough guy,” Sabrina teased. “We just got here. Suck it up.”

“I want some sucking alright,” he mumbled, hissing in a breath.

Q gave him a sideways glance. “Later. If you’re nice.”

He arched a brow. “Or maybe I’ll string you up again and keep you on edge for so long you forget your own name.” With a twinkle in his eye and an evil grin he added, “Or maybe until you tell me your real one.”

Q shook her head hard. “No way, sunshine. You’re getting nothing from these lips.”

“Except them wrapped around his cock,” Sabrina added. They both looked at her in shock. She shrugged. “What?”

“I think that’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever heard you say,” Q answered.

She shrugged. “You must be rubbing off on me.”

“Hey, there’s a nice flat spot up there.” Jude pointed up the beach to where an outcropping of rocks made a ledge over the sand, shielding it from view unless you stood right in front. “I’m gonna run back to the car. I think I have a blanket in the trunk.”

Sabrina and Q nodded and watched him walk away.

“So,” Sabrina turned her attention to Q. “You had the bride from hell, huh?”

Q grimaced. “You have no idea. She freaked out the flowers were the wrong color of white and stomped all over them. Who knew there were different colors of white?”

Chuckling, Sabrina took her hand and squeezed it. “We must have the same client. I had a diva today too.” When she tried to pull her hand away, Q gripped it tighter.