Mastered by Mavericks (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 3)

“All of my life? You’re talking about BDSM, right? Me being a Dom? Your Dom?”

She nodded, chewing on her lower lip, looking so fragile, so feminine it made his heart pound hard in his chest.

“I love you, Nicole. I’ll always love you.”

“I love you, too, but if I can’t be what you need—”

“Let me finish. It’s me who was holding back, not you, baby. My brother and you saw it before I was willing to accept it. I was afraid. You’re the brave one here. You were ready to dive into my world without any hesitation even though you weren’t sure what that meant. Me, I knew, and I still held back. From you. The only person on this earth who can see through my BS, to my truth. The day we talked when Sawyer went to get Chinese food, I knew you were for me—for me and Sawyer. You cut through all my crap and I pulled back. I was ready to go vanilla and leave the life I’d known. I’d convinced myself that it was for you I was making that choice, but Sawyer made me see it wasn’t for you. It was for me. Selfish me. I’m sorry, Nicole.”

“I shouldn’t have pushed so hard, Reed.”

“Wrong.” He cupped her chin. “I fucked up, Chicago. I thought being a Dom was only about control. My control. The only way I knew how to be a Dom was to keep emotions out of the mix. With you, I knew I couldn’t do that. I was wrong to hold back. Sawyer already senses there’s a sub inside you, and we both know how in tune he can be.”

“That’s for sure,” she said, wiping her eyes.

“You know what I think you need, little one?”

“No. What?”

“A distraction.”

* * * *

Nicole walked into the same private room at Phase Four where she’d met Reed and Sawyer. How much had changed since her first day in Destiny?

As Sawyer closed the door and locked it, she felt her heart skip several beats. Reed wore his Dom leathers well. He looked off-the-charts sexy standing by the bench.

“So this is my first day of sub school?” she asked. “We’re really doing this?”

Reed smiled wickedly and nodded.

Sawyer came up behind her, also wearing leathers and also hot as hell. “Class is in session, baby. Strip.”

“What?”

Sawyer reached around her and pinched her nipples. The tiny sting warmed her insides.

“Starting off on a bad foot, sweetheart. You want to be the teachers’ pet, don’t you?”

On the way over here, they’d given her a few instructions about protocols. Safe words. How to address them. How they would address her. It all made sense to her in a purely cerebral way. Deeper down, in her core, it was wonderfully terrifying.

“Yes, Sir. I want to be your pet.” Did that just come out of my mouth? It had, and God it felt so true. She wanted to please them, to show them she could be the woman they needed in every way.

“Good.” Sawyer came around in front of her and lowered his mouth over hers. This was a hot kiss, a dominant kiss. Gone was the gentle cowboy he could be. Now, he was all Dom—powerful, demanding, and in charge. Her toes curled as a wave of tingles erupted up and down her body. She kissed him back hungrily, craving more.

“Get her ready, bro,” Reed said, his tone so deep and lusty it made her shiver. “I want to see my handprints in pink on that beautiful ass.”

Sawyer pulled his manly lips away. “Now don’t keep your Masters waiting. Take off your clothes.”

Masters? Were they really that to her? They were most definitely masters of her heart, and yes, even her pleasure. The word fit Reed and Sawyer perfectly.

“Yes, Sirs.”

“That’s a good little submissive.” Reed’s hungry smile filled her with pride.

Am I really a submissive? Deep down it felt wonderful to turn everything over to them. Every decision, every step, every moment was theirs to guide her through. Even though she was an officer of the law who carried a gun and caught bad guys, with Reed and Sawyer, her Doms, Nicole knew in her very DNA she was a sub.

“Are you going to make us wait?” Reed asked firmly.