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Authors: Angel Payne
Saved by His Submissive
Saved By His Submissive
By Angel Payne
This is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Copyright © 2013 Angel Payne Writes, LLC
All Rights Reserved
No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher.
Published by Angel Payne Writes, LLC
Edited By:
Jacy Macklin
Tracy Roelle
Meredith Bowery
Dedication
Nobody does it better…my Sir, you are my hero, always.
Acknowledgements
Shayla: Again I find myself deeply, profoundly grateful for you.
Your continued belief in me is such a gift. Thank you.
Lexi: You’re just a damn genius, and don’t deny it. I’m so excited for our new friendship.
Dee: Your gorgeous artistry brought Garrett to life with such delicious decadence!
Thank you for one of my favorite covers ever…EVER! On to Zeke! You ready, woman?
Special Thanks to the Angel’s Wings: the best damn street team a dork like me could ask for!
You guys literally ARE wings, lifting me up so many times when I’ve needed it,
and I love every single one of you.
Very special thanks to the men and women of our armed forces.
You are ALL special, each and every day.
A portion of the profits from this book will be donated to the following fine organizations.
Please support them:
Wounded Warrior Project
Special Operations Warrior Foundation
DAV Homeless Veterans Initiative
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Heaven. He had to have died at last, and somehow—
God only knew how
—ended up beyond the pearly gates.
Garrett Hawkins didn’t bother questioning the admission details beyond that. No sense in tempting Saint Peter, or whoever the fuck was standing watch today, into checking notes and realizing a mistake had been made. Wouldn’t do the guy any good. At this point, Garrett wasn’t past blowing the balls off anyone who told him he had to leave.
The deal was, Heaven was nothing like the scene they’d taught him in summer Bible school. No sugar-spun clouds. No bad haircuts. Not a single angel with a half-tuned harp.
Heaven was silk sheets, his tongue on the inside of Sage Weston’s left thigh—and her answering sigh because of it.
“Garrett! Damn it! Higher. Please…higher!”
He chuckled and sank a soft bite into her tawny flesh. “Is that any way to talk in Heaven, sugar? Quiet. You’re gonna get us tossed out.”
He spoke the last of it as he crossed to her other thigh, making sure his mouth brushed over her glistening, spread pussy in the process. Christ, how he wanted to stop there, and he thought about it as he watched new drops of arousal on her sweet pink folds, but there would be time to return for all that sweet ambrosia and then some. In Heaven, they finally had all the time they needed.
A shiver claimed the new skin that he began to suckle and lick. “Sergeant Hawkins, you’re making me insane!”
“I hope so.”
“Ohhhh! Bastard!”
“Mmmm. You taste like cream and honey.”
“
Garrett!
”
He sighed and laughed again. “So impatient. So greedy.” He trailed his lips toward her knee, inciting another protesting moan from the silk ribbons of her lips.
“Impatient? You’ve been teasing me like this forever!”
“And isn’t it fun?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“I’m leaving.”
“No you aren’t.”
He was about to taunt the inside of her ankle when she really did yank it away from him. He raised his head in question, only to have the back of it bonked by her other foot as she swung that over the edge of the bed as well. “Sage! Hey!”
“Don’t pull petulant on me, Garrett Hawkins. I invented it, and I do it way better than you.”
He almost smiled. She’d been a bass of sass and fire since they’d met at that dive bar in Tacoma, and he loved her a little more every time she rekindled the atttitude. It also made up his mind about the next words out of his mouth, issued as a deep and heated growl.
“You’re not going anywhere, Ms. Weston.”
Her eyes widened, ablaze with bright peridot shock. She pushed out her chin and tacked on a smirk. “Is that so, Sergeant?” She stepped into a little white thong trimmed in sexy-as-hell pink lace then tugged on a white tank over the bra he hadn’t gotten the chance to get off yet. “Why don’t you watch me?”
He laughed, though the sound was made of anger, not mirth. Thanks to the countless sessions with Shrink Sally, as he’d affectionately come to call the poor woman assigned to “fix” him a year ago, he also recognized that the rage was directed at the guy in the mirror across the room, not the woman in front of him. That only tripled the resolve for his next action.
Without giving her any warning, Garrett hooked two fingers into the lace at her hip and pulled hard. The surge of her body returning to his side matched the rush of joy in his blood and the roar of arousal in his cock. This was where she belonged. This was so fucking right.
With a grunt, he twisted the panties tighter. The fabric gave way in his grip. It fell away, exposing her incredible golden hips. Sage let a gape fly at him, though he took that from her too, ramming their lips together while he pulled her and flattened her to the bed again.
“I’ve got a better idea,” he growled, rolling his hips so she felt every pounding inch of his erection. “Why don’t
you
watch
me,
sugar?”
She did just that, lashes jerked wide from those brilliant green eyes, as he jammed both her arms over her head then lashed them together using one of the bungee cords off his mission pack. For a second, he wondered why his pack made it to Heaven with him, but he was too grateful to question the issue for long. It was just as weird that her old bed had made it too, a wrought-iron thing he’d never liked much, thanks to its headboard full of fancy curlicues that interconnected with each other like a damn tumbleweed. But right now, he was really grateful for the thing. The two bungee hooks fit perfectly around a couple of whorls in the headboard.
With a frustrated whimper, Sage wrenched her arms. “Wh-what are you doing?” She craned her neck, exposing the nervous drum of her carotid. “Garrett, why—”
“I told you.” He stated it with steeled calm. “I’m not letting you leave. It was a mistake to do that the first time. It was a mistake not to go after you. So now I’m keeping you right here, safe with me. Just trust me, my heart. You’re going to be very happy.” Without preamble, he tore her tank top down the middle now. “And very satisfied.”
Her breath caught on a sexy-as-hell hitch. “My hero.” The sigh changed her voice, too. Her tone transformed from incensed to breathless, but climbed into a strained cry when he took care of her front bra clasp with one deft snap. “Oh…mmmm!” She moaned then arched into the fingers he trailed around her dark berry nipples, pushing her puckered fruit up at him. He gave into the craving to sample one with deeper intent, pinching the nub and then pulling. Hard.
“Shit! Ohhh Garrett!”
Damn. Her startled cry made him want to try it on the other nipple, and he did. Both her areolas were red and irritated now, their tiny bumps standing in attention around the distended peaks at their center.
To his perplexity—to his shame—he got painfully hard.
That didn’t stop him from getting greedy. With both of his hands on her tits now, he couldn’t resist tugging on both her beautiful nipples at the same time.
“Damn it!” she screamed. “Garrett, th-that hurts! Oh, God! Oh…mmmmm…”
She fell into an enraptured moan as he made up for the man-pig behavior, soothing each breast with long, tender licks. That wasn’t a huge help to his aching body. His cock had gotten more hard and hot, throbbing between their stomachs. He shifted a little so he could dip his hand between her thighs, intending to continue his gratitude by giving her pussy a nice little rubdown—but what he discovered had him grinning in delighted shock. Her tunnel was gushing, warm, and creamy for him. She took one finger, then two, then three, her walls secreting more tangy juices all over his skin. Her arousal revved his mouth again. He pulled his tongue back from her nipple and bit into the stiff nub.
Her whole body bucked off the mattress. “Garrett! Hell! Why are you doing that?”
“Because you like it.” He said it to her ear as he worked a fourth finger into her. With one of his thighs, he shoved hard on the knee he’d just been worshipping, opening her legs wider for him. “Because the pain makes you wet for me.”
He dragged his mouth against hers again, but this time she didn’t let him into her wet heat. She opened her lips only enough to get her teeth into his bottom lip.
“Damn you to Hades.” She whispered it with her teeth still anchored in his flesh. He yanked back, licking at the flesh she’d torn open, though he did it on a dark smile.
“Too late, sugar. I think my passport’s already got that stamp.”
She looked adorable as she rolled her eyes. “Which is why you’re in Heaven with me?”
Before he answered that, he did kiss her. He did it thoroughly and desperately, possessing her tongue in bold sweeps, permanently tangling his essence with hers.
“We’ve always lived on borrowed time, my heart. We both know it.” He gripped her leg, hooking her knee around his shoulder. “Which is why I’m going to fuck you hard now. Which is why you’re going to let me. Which is why you’re going to love it.”
Her eyes shimmered with tears. Her lips lifted in a misty smile. “Okay.”
His penis surged against his fingers as he guided himself to her tight, moist entrance. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it, baby.” Her obedience didn’t land him in Heaven again. It made his whole heart and soul turn into paradise. “I want your hot cock, Garrett. Please. Now. Deep inside me.”
“Yeah.” He swirled the searing pre-cum around his bulging head, then pushed himself into the first inch of her channel. “Oh yeah, sugar.”
“Garrett.” Her strident gasp filled him. “Garrett…Garrett…”
“Soon, my heart. Soon.”
“Garrett!Fuck, man. Open the door!”
What the hell?
His fiancé suddenly sounded like his best friend. Correction: his demanding, door-pounding, subtle-as-a-linebacker,
ex
best friend.
“Hawkins! Get your ass out of bed and answer the door!”
Garrett’s eyes flew open. He squeezed them shut again. “No.” His voice was a croak, absorbed by the grimy walls of the room in this no-name Bangkok hotel he’d checked into last night. He looked down, trying to piece together this new truth. The pre-cum was
real. One of his hands was still wet with the stuff. His fingers were also really wrapped around his aching boner, as he lay beneath a mound of cheap, cloying sheets.