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“You had an orgy with Ry and the guys?” Max asks, turning his glare on Lathan, who jumps to his feet, his laptop sliding to the ground.
“No, we…” Lathan tries to defend himself, but Mac shushes him, and he shuts his mouth.
“It doesn’t matter if we did or not, Maxwell, because you don’t own me,” she growls. “And as enjoyable as you bending me over your desk was today, it was a part of the job. I can separate the two, can you?”
Before he can answer, Miller and Ry walk up the back path the same way Dayton and Mac had come. The moment they see Mac naked, they stop dead in their tracks. Ryland’s eyes widen before he smirks with amusement, but Miller scowls and stomps into the house.
“What the fuck is going on? Put some fucking clothes on, Mac, nobody wants to see you naked.” Miller glares at her, and if I wasn’t watching closely, I wouldn’t have noticed her flinch, but I did, and I want to punch Miller in the head.
All of his hate is fake, but she doesn’t know that. He just doesn’t deal well with change, and he lashes out. Not to mention he didn’t think Sadie and Kensington were close. Mac looks like an airhead to the general public, and Miller and Sadie are particularly close. She’s the mother he always wished he’d had, not the abusive piece of crap that was his reality, and I guess he thinks maybe he’s going to be replaced in Sadie’s life.
“Actually, I was thinking what a delightful surprise it was to arrive home to.” Ryland comes in behind Miller and closes the door before striding up to Mac, pulling her into his arms, and kissing her soundly on the lips. “Hi, honey, I’m home. Shall we fuck to celebrate?”
Mac is so flustered by Ry’s attention and words, she’s speechless, which gives Max the opportunity he was waiting for. “No, you will not. You can have your turn later.” He snatches up the towel Mac dropped and drapes it around her before gathering her up in his arms and striding away. “I will find Mac some clothes. Be ready to debrief in ten minutes, Lathan.” He disappears with a protesting Mac in his arms, Dayton following behind them.
“I’m just going to get changed myself,” he tells us with a wave.
I start to chuckle as I make my way farther into the room. “Well, that was certainly fun.” I drop down onto the sofa and watch as Lathan adjusts himself before picking up his laptop and sitting back down. “You okay there, Lath?” I ask, curious to see what our tech man has to say.
“Ah, yeah, wow. Mac certainly isn’t going to put up with anyone’s crap, is she?” He sits down again and slides his glasses off his nose, cleaning them before putting them back onto his face.
“No, and are you okay with that?” I ask, interested in his opinion, but before he can answer, Miller grabs Ry by the arm.
“What the fuck was that?” he demands, and Lath and I pause to watch the lovers’ spat. Ry is so fucking laid back, I have no idea how he deals with all of Miller’s intensity and angst.
Ry shrugs Miller off, and his affable smile drops as he arches one eyebrow at his boyfriend, and just like that, Miller backs off. Seriously, their dynamic is fucking fascinating, but the Turner boys are both dominant men, and learning Miller was mostly submissive with a praise kink was certainly a shock to me. I’m used to it now, but I certainly wouldn’t have called it when we first saw them in action at MITHOS and were deciding if we wanted to add them to the team or not. In their professional lives, they are both incredible agents without many shortcomings, but their personal dynamic is the complete opposite of what I thought it would be.
“What? Wouldn’t you like her to be the meat in our sandwich?” Ry steps toward Miller, backing him up to the wall. “Imagine her husky voice being the one to tell you you’re a good boy and how much she likes it when you please her.” Ry’s voice drops, and I watch Miller shudder and swallow.
“Well, shit, that just got uncomfortable for all of us. Thanks for that.” I break the sexual tension in the room, and I hear Lathan release a sigh of relief. Ryland just flips me off and doesn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend. They are whispering now, and I can see it’s still heated, but that’s for them to sort out.
Lathan and I ignore them while his fingers run absently across the keyboard. “How long do you think they’ll be?” he asks, looking up at the ceiling like he can see through the plaster.
“Who knows? I guess it depends on how long they fight for or if they have hate sex,” I tell him, and he grins.
“Who do you think will win? My money is on Mac. I bet she has him groveling for forgiveness before they even return downstairs.”
I sit up and hold out my hand. “I’ll take that bet. No way Daddy Max is going to let her get away with that behavior. I bet he has her over his knee as we speak, and her ass will be too sore to sit on when they return.”
“Agreed. What are the stakes?”
“Loser cleans the team’s primary weapons and fills all the spare magazines.”
Lathan grumbles but agrees, just as shouting can be heard from upstairs.
Chapter 30
MAXWELL
I struggle to hang onto the thrashing, furious woman in my arms, but her defiance triggers something in me that insists she can’t speak to me like that. Having her bent over my desk this morning and her responding so beautifully to my overbearing nature, despite it being for the cameras, was pure fire for me. I have never had a sub who responded to me like she did. She practically melted under my touch, and although it was supposed to be an act for the cameras, I’m almost certain I saw the real Kensington Walsh, one who has had to be in such tight control in every aspect of her life and career that being able to let go like that was freeing for her—or that’s how she responded anyway.
She is such an enigma to me. When the guys returned after being recalled by Percy, there was tension in them that I wasn’t expecting. Usually, visiting Percy and Sadie eases some of the hardness in my team. Sadie lavishes us with love and home-cooked food, and Percy treats us all like the sons he never had. This time, though, he sprung a team assessment on them by faking a supposed hit. Not only did he fake his death, but it turns out the hitman was a girl and his daughter, and it was all a setup.
Ry and I couldn’t believe our ears when they told us she was Phantom, one of MITHOS’s ghost operatives who was responsible for the hits of some of the nastiest characters the agency has been tasked to get rid of. Each and every one of them was shaken. Lathan was completely intrigued and fascinated, and I thought he was rocking a small crush. Dayton was harboring some serious guilt for what he did to her, and when I saw her, I wasn’t surprised. Miller, our resident asshole, was feeling some major hate for her, but it was misplaced because she didn’t actually kill her own father. And Bishop? Well, he was seething. He didn’t come out and say it, but I could tell he was not happy that we were getting a new member so soon after he joined the team. The chip on his shoulder just got bigger, and I knew he was a train that was about to derail. The only one not affected was Anders, so he was the one I questioned. His response surprised me.
“She’s the one, Max. She will fill the hole we so desperately need filled,” he said, and then he walked away.
The rest of the team decided that we weren’t going to share that Ry and I were also placed at the school. It was a stupid test that Bishop suggested, and Miller agreed with him for the first time ever. That all went to shit when the first interaction I had with her was a test on me. I made it no secret around town that I am a dominant looking for a submissive, but I also let people overhear me chatting to Anders at his place of employment when I said I liked nothing better than to have a girl at my beck and call, a slave. The network must work quickly, because no more than a few days later, Brock approached me, telling me they had a good candidate coming into the foster home here—someone who had been arrested for prostitution. Imagine my surprise when that turned out to be Kensington Watson. The guys hadn’t warned me about the tidy little package she was. Her goth persona stood out amongst the Barbie doll clones that the rest of this town emulated.
