Page 38 of The Dom with a Safeword

Jude laughed.

Sabrina bit back a chuckle in favor of a scowl. “I’ll do this alone if you’re not going to take this seriously.”

“No,” they both said in unison.

“Keep going,” Q urged. “We’re just being silly.”

“Sorry.” Jude cleared his throat, as if choking back another laugh. “We’ll behave.”

Q’s gaze snapped to his face. “I never promised that.”

He arched a brow. “Do you need a lesson in manners already?”

What the hell were they talking about? They stared each other down, Q’s eyes gleaming and Jude returning her saucy glare. He shifted his body to stand straighter.

“You did say you could teach me,” Q answered huskily.

He snorted. “I don’t think you’re ready to go there tonight, pet.”

“I don’t think you have any idea what I’m ready for,” she sassed back.

Jude inhaled a sharp breath and –

“Stop!” Sabrina shouted. There was enough sexual tension in the room to choke any ghost that attempted to make contact. “Take your raging hormones elsewhere! You’re messing with the energy of the room.” She turned on Q. “Let him make you his pet in the Closet O’Kink if that’s what you want. But leave so I can get started.”

It took a few seconds for Q to take her eyes off of Jude. “No. I’m not leaving you to contact the dead alone.”

Sabrina smirked. “Thought you didn’t believe in ghosts.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Jude answered for her. “We’re doing this together.” He took a seat at one end of the table. Q sat at the other end. They both looked at her expectantly.

Sparks of unbridled lust sizzled between them, even a table length apart. This was never going to work. “I’m serious,” Sabrina told them. “I need your full cooperation or it won’t work. Positive energy. Open-mindedness and….and…all that shit.” She waved her hand vaguely in the air. Well, she was no expert.

“We’re ready,” Q said.

Sabrina gave her a skeptical look.

“Sit down, little girl,” she said, sternly.

“Not until I know you’re –”

“Sit. Down.” Jude’s voice had her butt in the chair in an instant.

Damn it! She really wished that would stop happening. With a sigh, she held out her hands, one toward Jude, one toward Q. “Hold hands. It will help channel our energy.”

They each grasped a hand – Q’s soft and familiar, Jude’s rough and masculine. It felt…nice. It was too bad there wasn’t a fourth to complete the circle. Though she was a Gemini – sign of the twins. Maybe that would help.

She closed her eyes and exhaled a deep breath. “Oh spirits of the…um…house of Jude,” she winced at how amateur she sounded, “we humbly ask for your presence this evening.”

She paused. Silence.

The Idiots Guide to Holding a Séance said she might feel movement in the room before hearing a voice – a sign that a spirit wanted to be reached. She waited, listening, feeling with all her senses. Nothing.

She tried again. “Benevolent spirits, if you are present, give us a sign.” The book said to let the energy run through her body, fluid like water, with no expectations, no boundaries. So she thought of water – flowing streams of energy and love and peace and…other good stuff that would bring the spirits forth. But the only thing she could feel was the sudden urge to pee.

Discouraged, she sighed and opened her eyes. Q and Jude both had theirs shut, and to her surprise, seemed focused on the event. A devilish thought came to mind.

Pushing back a grin, she slipped on a mask of sincerity. “Huh. I’m not getting any – whoa!” She gasped and squeezed Q and Jude’s hands.