Submission Impossible (Masters & Mercenaries Reloaded 1)

It felt different this time, and not simply because he was experienced. It felt fresh and new because he was with the right person now.

“I think we’re home,” Noelle said between kisses.

“Yes,” Kyle affirmed from the front seat. “And we should talk about what that means now that the two of you have canceled your membership to the lonely stares club. I never thought I would miss all the longing looks, but I think your fuck-’til-you-drop stage is going to be even worse, and that’s why we need to set up ground rules. I have to live here, too.”

He wasn’t listening to Kyle. He needed to get his pretty sub upstairs and start her real training. Oh, they would go through everything the class at Sanctum did, but he was going to be a stern mentor. And a playful one. And he was definitely a horny one. Fet wear would have to wait. “We’re going upstairs and you’re going to get naked for me.”

“See, that is exactly what we need to talk about,” Kyle continued.

“I will.” Noelle seemed perfectly willing to ignore Kyle, too. “But you have to be naked this time. I didn’t get to see you the other night. Not the way I wanted to. I think you’re beautiful.”

He wasn’t, but he would take her taste in men as a lucky break. “Deal.”

“No deal. Look, I can handle a pretty naked sub walking around the apartment. That’s cool. I’ve never lived that lifestyle, but it works for me in theory. But I draw the line at seeing Hutch’s junk on a daily basis. I am not getting paid to see that.” Kyle opened the car door.

“Do you think he didn’t like Elisa?” Noelle whispered, mentioning the name of the woman Kyle had been partnered with.

“I think he’s jealous.” He kissed her again. He didn’t care what Kyle thought. He’d barely noticed Kyle was around, though he’d been happy the guy was there to drive them home so Hutch could focus entirely on Noelle.

“He thinks Elisa is perfectly nice, but he is not planning on handing over his balls to the first sub he sees.” Kyle sounded awfully proper for a dude who’d been wearing leathers an hour before. “He is going to view this not as a love connection but a certification. He is not going to forget that he has a job to do and part of that is making sure our client stays safe, and I do not deem this parking lot to be safe. Let’s get a move on.”

Kyle was right about that. He needed to remember that she was still in danger. He kissed the tip of her nose. “Let’s do what Grumpy Dom says. That’s his nickname now.”

The rest of the class had gone off without a hitch, and all the subs had gathered around Noelle at the break to offer her support and denounce Jeff the Jerk, as they’d called him. She’d seemed to make a couple of connections, and he’d realized why she’d wanted the class.

She wanted friends. She wanted to belong on her own so if anything happened, she wouldn’t be left out. Noelle wanted to be more than merely his sub. He wanted that for her, too, so he’d decided to stand back and let her fly whenever they were in class. He wouldn’t crowd her or be overbearing, but when they got home, then he would be all over that sub.

“That is not my nickname,” Kyle groused.

“He doesn’t have to worry about Elisa falling in love with him.” Noelle let him help her out of the car before settling into her crutches. “She told me she’s gay. But she didn’t want a female partner because she said she doesn’t want any temptation. Just the class. She works in the DA’s office and there’s a woman she’s interested in, but she’s a top. She wants to make sure she enjoys the lifestyle before she pursues the relationship.”

Wasn’t that interesting? Because he was fairly certain Kyle was doing the same thing before he decided if he was going to chase after MaeBe. No matter what denials were about to come out of his mouth.

“So we’re the perfect pair because I was very plain that I did not want a relationship at all, even a temporary one.” Kyle engaged the alarm system and started for the lobby door. “Back to our actual important discussion. We were talking about safe places to indulge yourselves. Do you know what I deem as a safe place? Her bedroom, with all the doors closed and the windows shut. You could even lock the doors, maybe barricade yourselves inside so there is zero possibility that the doors come open and I have to see something I shouldn’t have to see.”

He was too young to be the old dude yelling at the kids to stay off his lawn. Kyle was also forgetting an important part of club life.