Page 10 of The Dom with a Safeword

“Hey. Stop right there.” Q set her mouth in a line. “If I want to go back, I will.”

“Not if I tell security I think you have a concussion. By the time they figure that out, most of the concert will be over.”

Or he prayed it would. He sure wasn’t letting her go do that again. A mosh pit was no place for a beautiful woman…women. The two of them were enough to tempt him. They both stared back at him as if he’d sprouted horns. Glossy kissable mouths, and these women looked so good as a pair that he could just see them on their knees before him. He shook his head. Damn, if his dick wasn’t thinking of rising to the occasion.

Q stirred. Her forehead creased. “You can’t –”

“Can.” His Dom side was coming out, but hell, he was going to let it. “I don’t actually know for sure you aren’t concussed. You were looking stunned there for a while.” He inhaled, held it. The thought he’d just had was so good. Would they? “Tell you what. I’ll let you come and check my house for ghosts, if you promise to stay out of the mosh pit. Deal?”

“Yes!” Sabrina’s eyes lit up and she let out a squeal. “Deal.”

Her grin made him grin back. “Good.”

Q shook her head. “A Slipknot concert and we’re out here arguing over ghosts.” She sighed and smiled ruefully down at Sabrina. “Fine. For you.”

“Thank you.” Sabrina went up on her toes and kissed Q’s cheek.

The softening of Q’s expression gave Jude pause. So cute.

Maybe they were bi, but that didn’t rule a man out. He could still hope. He let one side of his mouth twist up. Yep. He was sure doing that. If only his hopes weren’t so kinky, and didn’t involve rope and spankings, and the two of them begging permission from him to orgasm, he might have had a chance. As it stood, a snowball in Hell had a better chance.

Chapter 4

Sabrina

“Looks so much friendlier in the daylight, doesn’t it?” Sabrina said, staring up at the decrepit mansion. Maybe the house was run-down but it had a certain charm – when the afternoon sun was bright and her equipment wasn’t going off.

She looked at Q standing beside her. Her relaxed shoulders said she was at ease too. “Why can’t we ghost hunt during the day again?” Q asked.

“Spirits are more active at night.” So said her many books on the subject. “Three AM is the witching hour.”

Q snorted. “Figures.”

This meant, of course, they’d find nothing this afternoon. Her equipment bag felt more like a bowling bag. Why did she even bother to bring it? She sighed. “Talk a lot, Q, so he’ll let us stay ‘til dark.”

She turned-on her with a shocked expression. “Me?”

“Yes. Go on about that crap you call music.” She tried to hold back a smirk. Teasing Q about her taste in music and fashion was one of her favorite hobbies.

Q chuckled. “Brat.”

They walked up the front porch stairs, stepping over a broken one, just as the door opened. Jude’s built body took up the whole entryway. Had he always been that big? A bit daunting, but he was safe. She knew that on an instinctual level. She’d always been a good judge of character. Plus, he’d shown them the utmost respect and care at the concert last weekend.

“Hello again,” he said from the doorway then held his hand out, motioning to Sabrina’s bag.

“Um…” She looked down at his hand, her grip tightening on the handles.

“I’m just offering to carry it for you.” He smiled a little. “The house is big and that looks heavy.”

If she couldn’t trust him to carry a bag… She handed it off. “Thanks.”

“Q.” He nodded to her. “How’s your head?”

She tossed him a sly look. “I’ve never had any complaints.”

Jude’s eyes widened then he barked a laugh.

Sabrina rolled her eyes and mumbled, “Gross.” Call her a germophobe but she didn’t share her roommate’s passion for giving head. Or sex in general. “Who doesn’t like sex?” Q would say anytime the subject came up. Her, for one. At least not the few times she’d tried it.