Free Mastered By The Mavericks by Angel Payne

was off-limits to the world, it got easier to just add on to the fortress.
    He spread a smile across his lips like a peanut butter ad. There. A much tastier way
     to approach things—especially now that Sam had climbed into the cockpit and started
     revving the engines. “Everyone buckled up?” the Scot called over his shoulder.
    “Affirmative,” Reb returned.
    “Shit-shit-shit!” Brynn gasped.
    Peanut butter still in place, he slid a hand into one of hers. “Hey. Just look at
     me, okay?” As she clamped her fingers around his, his pulse picked up. Instincts he
     could only call primal started to surge. As she complied with his command, the desperation
     in her gaze latched onto his and held on, backed by every tense muscle in her body.
     “Good,” he praised, lifting his grin higher. “I got you, cher . I got you.”
    She attempted a nod but looked more like a broken bobble head. As they taxied toward
     the runway, she flattened against her seat, her free hand grabbing the armrest near
     her window, knuckles bulging against her skin like marbles. “Ohhhhh, god. Oh god-oh
     god-oh god!”
    Rebel lunged. No sense in trying to loosen her death grip on the seat but he cupped
     her face, forcing her wide, wild stare in line with his again. “Hi,” he murmured.
    He almost chuckled when her eyes narrowed—if only for a second. “H-h-hi.”
    “Remember that part about looking at me?”
    “S-s-sort of.”
    “It wasn’t a helpful little hint, mon chou .”
    Her lips compressed. She squirmed a little. Not quite a fume, but as adorable as one.
     “S-so…what? It was an order ?”
    Little fires burst in her eyes as she spat that. Damn. He’d be the one squirming in a second if she kept that up—though the ordeal would be worth
     it. He’d endure two full forest fires from her, if it meant keeping her attention
     diverted from their accelerating speed, and Sam’s confirmation for takeoff from the
     tower.
    He flattened a thumb across her cheek. Tugged her attention deeper with the tips of
     his fingers in her hair. “Would you like it to be one?”
    He had no damn idea how she’d respond. A growing instinct had jabbed at his gut since
     interacting with her last night, even before she’d gone all bad-ass ninja on him.
     Until then, he’d assumed that dating a Dom as hardcore as Colton must’ve meant she
     was just as intense a submissive—but there was a defiant streak in her that all but
     dared a man to push at it. Maybe Dan had just been too messed up physically and emotionally
     to sort through that, and missed his window of opportunity.
    Or maybe her rebellious streak just needed another rebel to tame it.
    The plane lifted off the ground. Climbed up into the sky.
    Brynn’s breath clutched. Hard.
    He didn’t give her a second to recover. With gravity his new best friend, he pressed
     over her, consuming her personal space. She wasn’t a tiny thing like Zoe or El but
     her size was…nice. Very nice . A stunning combination of curves and muscles, softness and strength…a womanly landscape
     he greedily studied now. Her jeans fit in all the right places, accentuating her gazelle-graceful
     legs. Even the work shirt was a thing of poetry at the moment, pulled taut across
     her chest due to her new position. He glimpsed her bra through a little break between
     the buttons. Who the fuck knew seamless beige could be so goddamn sexy? Then again,
     with her flawless pale skin underneath, even burlap was instant boner inspiration.
    “I—I don’t do orders, Sergeant.”
    He didn’t react to that—at first. Simply evaluated her dilated gaze and slightly parted
     lips, before letting his regard dip to the wild animal of a pulse still racing in
     her throat. After another long second, he slid his thumb down atop that thudding artery.
    Her pulse instantly doubled.
    So did his.
    “So that’s why you keep calling me ‘Sergeant’?”
    She gulped, making his thumb rise and fall. And his cock bulge with new