Page 36 of The Dom with a Safeword

She chuckled and held open the front door. When Sabrina went past her, Q swatted her ass. She threw an indignant look over her shoulder. She could almost feel Q’s satisfied grin at her back all the way to the parked car.

“We’ll take mine,” Q said then pressed the unlock button on the key remote.

They drove in silence, Sabrina picking at her nails to relieve her nerves.

“What are you so nervous about, girly?” Q asked.

That you and Jude will convince me – by the unfair means of making me so horny I could probably come with one stroke – to let you do naughty things to my body. She gulped. “Nothing.”

Q put a hand on her knee and she jerked. A chuckle came from beside her. “You’re not scared, are you?”

Sabrina froze.

“Of the séance, of course,” she added.

She exhaled a breath. “A little,” she admitted, unsure whether she was answering about the séance or…other things. There was no doubt in her mind, Jude and Q had nefarious plans for her. Plans that made ghost hunting look like child’s play.

Q gave her knee a squeeze. “I’ll be with you. Through all of it.”

Sabrina smiled. Yes. This was Q. Just her Q. They always looked out for each other. That hadn’t changed. Not even after their drunken agreement to try being girlfriends for the summer.

They pulled up in front of Jude’s house and parked the car. The front porch light was a relief to see on the dark moonless night. No blown fuses for the séance would make things more relaxed for all of them. Sabrina grabbed her bag from the back seat and they walked to the door.

Jude was there, holding it open. She looked him over, appreciating his muscular body again, covered in a fitted black t-shirt. That gave her pause. The last two times she’d seen Jude, he’d been wearing a black shirt and jeans. He was tall, kinky, and liked heavy metal. He even had blue eyes. Q and Jude were the perfect pair. Sabrina’s heart sank. Yeah, maybe their little fling was only for the summer, but who wanted to be the third wheel? Maybe this wasn’t going to work after all.

“You coming, Jersey girl?” Jude slung an arm around her petite shoulders.

Oddly, she felt cozy there in the crook of his arm. She bit her lip and tightened her grip on her bag. No going back now.

After he dragged her inside, she spotted Q texting on her phone, a frustrated look on her face. “Q!” She scooted out from under Jude’s heavy arm, placed her equipment bag on the floor, and crossed the room. “Is that Nico again?” she demanded, peering over Q’s shoulder.

“Calm down.” She placed the phone back in her pocket. “I’m just clearing up a few things. Everything is fine.”

Sabrina glared. Q grinned. She almost stomped a foot. It wasn’t fair that Q was so difficult to intimidate.

“So what do we need for this séance?” Jude interrupted their stare-down. “Candles? Ouija board?” He smiled slyly. “Virgin sacrifice?”

“No, smart ass.” If they were going to make fun of her, she was going to get downright pissy. “Just a round or oval table will do.”

He nodded. “Dining room then.”

They started through the living room then Q sighed and whipped out her phone. It was vibrating. Sabrina growled. Q had no sense when it came to her ex. She should’ve told him off a long time ago then changed her phone number.

“Ugh,” Q grunted, staring at the screen. “He wants to stop by my photo shoot tomorrow. Hang on a sec. I just want to settle this before we start.”

“Q…” Sabrina started, revving up for a fight.

“I promise I’ll turn it off for the séance,” Q said, her hands up in a peaceful gesture. “Just get everything ready and I’ll be right back.” She was already dialing as she walked through the living room and outside.

Sabrina continued to glare in her direction several seconds after she’d gone.

Jude’s voice interrupted her soon-to-be violent thoughts. “I take it you don’t like this Nico guy.”

She watched Q’s slender shape pace back and forth in front of the screen door. “I don’t trust him for shit.”

He stiffened beside her. “Is he harassing her?”

“No. But he wants to get back together. Major asshole.” It was after they’d broken up that Q moved in with Sabrina. She’d seen first-hand the mess Nico had left behind. “Q is too nice to tell him to fuck off.” And she wouldn’t let Sabrina do it for her either.