Mastered by Mavericks (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 3)

“I think our sub deserves her graduation present, Reed,” Sawyer said from behind her. “What do you think?”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

Their thrusts returned, this time more forceful, more demanding.

With their cocks inside her—Reed’s in her pussy and Sawyer’s in her ass—she felt filled beyond belief. She was between them, burning and writhing.

She felt Sawyer’s hand come around and touch her clit, igniting the pressure they’d built up in her into an explosive release. She clawed at Reed’s neck and writhed between him and Sawyer as they continued thrusting into her body.

She screamed as the overwhelming sensations created a sea of quakes through her, from her clenching womb and throbbing clit to her tingling skin and electric pulses in her veins. Her body tightened almost painfully and still she came and came and came.

When she felt her cowboys reach their own climaxes, she tightened her insides on their pulsing cocks. She squeezed on their dicks in her pussy and ass. Then two giant, manly sighs, though more like gusts, left their lips. She could feel the heat from their breaths on her skin.

“Baby, I love you so much,” Sawyer said softly, kissing the back of her neck.

“I love you, little one.” Reed’s words were gentler than she’d ever remembered them to be. “With every part of me. Good. Bad. Vanilla. Dom. I love you.”

This was BDSM. This was her cowboys’ lifestyle. This was her life, now. She deserved this. She deserved them.

I’m theirs and they are mine.

“I love you, Reed. I love you, Sawyer. I love you, Masters.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Sawyer followed Nicole and Reed into Sam O’Leary’s lavish office at the tower. Other attendees were already sipping on coffee and eating donuts, though the meeting hadn’t started. The group’s leader, Sam, hadn’t arrived yet.

“Baby, I really don’t think you need to be here,” his brother said to her as she took a seat in the middle of one of the leather sofas. “Patti was the one who drugged you.”

“That’s not the point.” Nicole smiled and patted the spots beside her, indicating she wanted him and Reed to sit on either side of her. “My support group helped me in my time of need. There are so many great messages you get from these meetings.”

Reed shook his head. “You’re not an addict, sweetheart.”

“Honey, it doesn’t matter whether you see me as an addict or not.” She kissed him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart,” Reed said. “I just think you’ve suffered enough.”

“I think you both have,” Sawyer said, feeling such joy. “Bro, you’ve carried so much pain your whole life. You ran from that pain. Nicole taught you to face it. Now that you have, you are living the life Erica and I always wanted for you. Our parents, too, would be so happy you and I found such a wonderful woman.”

“You’re right about that, Sawyer,” Reed said.

“If you’ll open your ears, I think what Nicole is trying to say is she is here for many reasons. One of them is to help others.” He cupped her chin. “Am I right?”

“I swear you really can read my mind. Yes, you’re right.” She kissed him. “I love you, cowboy.”

“I love you, too.”

Sam O’Leary walked in. “Hello everyone. I see some new faces. Let’s get started.”

Sawyer looked at Reed. “So what do you say?”

His brother smiled and put his arm around their woman. “I say we’re all going to be coming to Sam’s group from here on.”

* * * *

Nicole stood beside one of the four dragon statues in the center of the park in downtown Destiny. She’d learned this one was called the Red Dragon, or as others called her—The Dragon of Passion. The dragon lore that permeated this tiny town was seeping into her heart, not that she would ever admit that to anyone back in Chicago.

She looked over at Sawyer and Reed, who were standing with the rest of the attendees of this ceremony. She’d been with them for over a month now.