Mastered By The Mavericks by Angel Payne

Author:Angel Payne
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, military, Fiction
Publisher: Angel Payne Writes, LLC
Published: 2015-12-02T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

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“CHER.” HE MURMURED it into her hair while pressing to her from the back, as Rhett slid in to cover from the front. To his massive relief, she didn’t resist their crowding—and for the moment, that was all he needed to know. “It’s all right,” he reassured. “Let it out. As much as you need. As long as you need to.”

She eagerly took him up on that. As she sobbed harder into Rhett’s chest, the guy cast a grateful glance over her shoulder. Clearly, he was in equally strange territory as Brynn—tempting Reb to the brink of a laugh. Sometimes being a man-slut had its advantages. Being best friends with one’s cock made it easier to figure out how others connected with theirs—not that Mr. Manners here was too difficult a case. Rhett liked his D/s dynamic so formal, it edged on the same pompous protocols as the royal court of his mother’s land. But while the guy declared it all added “meaning”, it was really just a way of keeping distance. Meaning meant messy—and since everything they’d just done had decimated Rebel’s psyche, he could only guess at the storm damage in Double-Oh’s brain.

And Brynn’s reaction? Probably the healthiest he’d ever seen. He continued telling her as much, repeating his praise in different forms. He stroked her body in long, reassuring caresses, saving the strength of his gaze for the man who still looked like he stood in Times Square with his pants down. And wouldn’t that be a wonderful sight to see—except for the part about sharing the magnificence of the man’s cock with twenty thousand tourists. Though he had no right, Reb was feeling bizarrely possessive about that cock right now—and took no measures to hide that particular sentiment, either.

Rhett averted his eyes. Fast.

With a weeping woman on his chest, he didn’t have to look too far. Instantly, his face suffused with tenderness. “Our sweet little peach.” He brushed a hand to Brynn’s cheek. “You all right?”

She sniffled. “I…don’t know. I’m really upside-down.”

“Upside-down is okay.” Reb purposely picked the nuts and bolts tone. It wasn’t as pretty as Rhett’s hearts and flowers, but just as necessary. Maybe more so. The truth would sink in better if delivered straight. “And totally normal too,” he added.

Rhett quirked a brow but didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Brynn launched into the dirty work, returning to her back, lobbing up a laugh of pure indictment. “Normal, hmm? Because you’ve run some Rebel Stafford ‘test studies’ on this shit?”

He was ready for the stab. Still didn’t mean he had to like it—or the fact that he’d earned it. “I know what it’s like to come down from an intense session, yes.”

“An ‘intense session’?” Her features wobbled, struggling for a thread of humor in the words, but just unlatching her composure for more tears. “Oh, sheez. That’s exactly what it was, wasn’t it? A ‘session’.”

“Minette—”

“Don’t. Please don’t with the minette right now.” She backhanded her forehead, balling her hand into a fist.

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