Free Saved by His Submissive by Angel Payne Page B

sound came from him, though nothing about the croak felt familiar or real. But it sure as hell didn’t belong to this poor confused call girl, who’d been through enough of a head-fuck today, thanks to him.
    Oh yeah, the crap soup brains belonged solidly on his shoulders. He couldn’t keep the mess to himself anymore, either. Yeah, way to pull down the impressive stats, Hawk. A four-mile radius in three hours, yielding two terrified women and one cock that can still drill through the side of a tank.
    And zero points in the decent human being department.
    “Sir? Are you all right?”
    Her gentle whisper unraveled his soul by several more miles. The woman was pinned beneath him on a bed to which he’d tethered her—and she was trying to comfort him ?
    “Shit,” he repeated. After hurling the wig and blindfold aside, he shoved the crop to the floor with his knee as he slid off of her. In a haze of heavy silence, he moved around the bed to set her free from the cuffs.
    The woman slowly pulled her legs back together. Garrett sat back on the edge of the bed. After a few long moments, he reached for her ankles and started rubbing the circulation back into them. “Better?” he said, attempting a kind smile.
    She returned a quiet smile. “For me? Yes.” She tucked her legs beneath her as she came close and curled to his side. She let her hand continue down, swirling around the continuing persecution of his erection. “But for you? No.” Her hold tightened. “Let Gia help you, soldier.” She swung over to straddle his lap. “I really do want to help…”
    Garrett braced light hands to her rib cage. “I know you do, sweetie. Thank you, but…no. You’re beautiful, but—”
    Gia stopped him with a finger against his lips. “It’s ay-okay, sugar.” She giggled after deliberately throwing the endearment back at him. “I understand.” She gave him one more fast kiss before scooting off his knees. “I hope things will work out for you and your Sage.”
    He fought to summon a smile at that. Instead, he scrubbed his stubble and chose another battle, the one to silence his brain’s teasing sing-song of nooot fuck-ing liiikely, nooot fuck-ing liiikely…
    With a weighted sigh, he scooped up his clothes. The brunette’s satin robe hung against the back of the bedroom door. As he helped her into it, he asked, “Gia, you got a shower around here?”
    “Sure thing. But I’m telling you right now honey, the ‘hot’ don’t work so good.”
    He snorted. “Right now, I’m not interested in the ‘hot.’”
     
     

 
     

Chapter Six
     
    Sage gave as many details as she could to Rayna, though she deliberately glossed over the grittier stuff. Hell, how did one talk to their friend, even after what they’d been through together, about feeling the way she did from Garrett’s behavior? Hey, Ray, I know you were pinned in that cave and had your body altered against your will, but can I tell you about how wet I got when my fiancé held me down and smacked my pussy? Did I mention how it made me think of nothing but begging him to tie me up, to drive into me until I couldn’t think anymore?
    Of course, that turned things weird when she got to the part about Garrett’s invasion-of-the-body-snatchers exit. Luckily, Rayna wasn’t able to ask too many questions by that point, because Sage turned back into a mess of sobs again. True to form, her friend held her through every tear. It was easy to feel the trembles in Ray’s own frame too. Both of them needed only one hand to count how many times they’d allowed themselves emotions like this during those months when survival was more important than feelings, when breaking down simply hadn’t been an option. Maybe they needed to make up for lost time now.
    Lost time.
    The words jolted her like sunlight breaking through clouds.
    Lost time.
    She gasped from the revelation. Damn it, why hadn’t she seen it? Garrett had gone through a year of hell, too. He’d endured her