Page 20 of Reluctant Rebel

“Are you edging me? Is that what this is?” Brax questioned, an adorable look of confusion on his face.

Sabre shook her head, loving the man in front of her with every fibre of her being. “I’m not edging you … yet. I’m serious. We need to think of something to do about Jinx and Mikhail.”

Brax groaned and shook his head. “Nope.”

“What do you mean?” Sabre demanded. “They’re both being stubborn.”

“Which is their right,” Brax pointed out, collapsing onto the lounge.

“Their right?” Sabre sneered. “Are you a princess or a general? Who cares about their rights?! I’m talking about their happiness here.”

Brax chuckled. He stretched his legs out, crossing his feet. “You are the most fascinating woman I have ever met. Have I told you that?”

Sabre shrugged, staring at her mate. She wasn’t sure if fascinating was a good thing or not. “You tell me all sorts of things. All the time. In fact, you hardly shut up.”

Brax’s answering smirk was sexy as hell. “I know one way you can shut me up.”

Sabre huffed, her hands going to her hips. “You can eat me out later. Focus.”

“Iamfocused,” Brax assured her. “On our sex life. Not on the non-existent relationship of two members of our family. Do you really intend to interfere?”

Sabre looked at him in disbelief.Was he kidding?“Are you daft? Has all your blood drained to your cock? Of course, I intend to interfere. I’m going to interfere so much that they’ll name their firstborn after me.”

Brax rested his head on the back of the lounge and closed his eyes. His whimper was pitiful. “Sabre, no. Do you remember when we first met? How hard you fought your feelings?” He opened his eyes but kept them on the ceiling. “How would you have felt if Jinx, Mikhail, or Gage had decided to play matchmaker and push us together?”

“My initial feeling would be to lead with violence,” Sabre confessed, causing Brax to snort and gaze at her adoringly. She ignored him, continuing, “Butif being with you was the outcome … if loving you for the rest of my life was the result of their machinations, I’d be okay with it.”

“Way to win the argument,” Brax muttered, reaching out and snagging her by the waist. He settled her on his lap and launched an assault on her tonsils.

Sabre grinned against Brax’s marauding mouth, pleased with herself. When she caught her breath, she traced his nose with her finger. “Besides, Mikhail kind ofdidset us up. Turnabout is fair play.”

“Wait. Back up.” Brax pulled his head back. “What do you mean?”

“Apparently, he sensed some, ah,interestfrom my end,” Sabre revealed. “He thought we’d be good together. It’s one of the reasons why he told you to hire me when he was Hound. Fuck knows why he thought so at the time,” she added with a mutter.

Brax gripped her waist firmly. “Wearegood together,” he reminded her.

Sabre patted Brax’s shoulder. “Duh. We’re the best. But Mikhail had no reason to believe that. He’s just lucky it worked out, and I decided to mate you rather than murder you.”

“Oh,he’sthe lucky one, is he?” Brax growled, squeezing her butt.

Sabre’s core literally tingled. Brax’s growl had the ability to do things to her. Dirty things. Before she surrendered the last of her will to horniness, she flattened her palms against his chest. “Wait, so you agree? We give Mikhail and Jinx a little helping hand so they can realise how far up their butts their heads are?”

Brax paused, the lust on his face morphing into indecision. “I don’t know, Sabre. They’ve both been through a lot. Not to mention, is now really the best time for this? There’s kind of a lot going on.”

Brax made some excellent points. Sabre rested her forehead against his. “I don’t want to force them into anything they’renot comfortable with.I just want them to see what I see—the beautiful potential that lies between them.”

Brax’s breath fanned across her lips when he spoke. “That is positively lovely.”

She shrugged. She could be sensitive when the occasion called for it. “Just call me Cupid.”

“I’ll call yousomething…” Brax mumbled, tackling her to the floor.

Sabre laughed, feeling carefree and loved—things she thought were impossible before meeting Brax. But now, they were a daily occurrence, and she wanted Jinx and Mikhail to have the same thing. She couldn’t think of two people who deserved it more.

Brax straddled her hips, keeping his weight from her as he peeled his shirt off, revealing inch after inch of toned, tanned skin. “Stop plotting,” he ordered. “You promised my dick some action.”

“Did I?” Sabre asked, blinking innocently. “I don’t recall.”

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