by Abby Blake
Damn it! Peter spun from the room as his anger spiked. He’d already told Ryan that he and Ty could swap his night with Mikayla. God help them if he found them in bed with their wife. As much as they all loved the woman, they still had a business to run.
Peter stomped down the hallway, images of what Ryan and Ty and Mikayla were probably up to fueling his anger. Memories of the first time he’d seen Mikayla orgasm skipped through his mind. She’d been facedown over a bench in the lab as Matt finger fucked her pussy and ass and explained all the dark needs of each brother. He hadn’t been lying. Peter loved to take a woman from behind, just bend her over and plough into her heat again and again until they were both screaming in orgasm. But, so far, he’d managed to control his darker needs with Mikayla. She was his wife, and he loved and respected her and would always be the gentle lover her other husbands weren’t.
He growled low in his throat as his cock lengthened and throbbed in his pants. Great. Mikayla was currently being fucked by two irresponsible husbands, and he was left standing in the middle of the hallway with the mother of all hard-ons.
He ran into Ryan and Ty as he turned the next corner. His fist connected with Ryan’s jaw without him having given the action any real thought. Surprised at his own behavior Peter took a step back.
“Peter? What the fuck?” Ryan clenched his hands and looked angry enough to tear him to shreds. Ty looked ready to help him.
“I said you could sleep with her tonight, not fuck her all afternoon.” Peter wasn’t even sure where the words were coming from. He just knew if he didn’t get them out, he was going to throw more punches.
Ryan dropped his fists and took a step back.
“We’re sorry,” he said in a defeated tone. “Look we’re…um…going to collect some more specimens. You know… Maybe climb the mountain to the west and see if we can find any other signs of life that the first team missed.”
Peter nodded carefully, still trying to rein in his anger. What the hell was wrong with him? He didn’t get jealous. Hell, he’d given up his engagement to Jessie because she hadn’t been willing to sleep with his brothers. Sharing Mikayla with them was like a dream come true. And having Jessie out of their lives was a godsend. He shuddered at the very thought of life with that woman.
“Report in twice a day,” he said even though he knew his youngest brothers knew the protocol better than he did. “Stay safe,” he managed to force past his numb lips before he turned stiffly to go back to his own office.
By the time he made it back to his workspace, he was sweating from the strain of his hard cock against his pants. He flicked the lock on the door, undid his jeans with a grateful sigh, and stroked the turgid flesh soothingly.
Every cell in his body demanded that he find Mikayla and slake his lust, but a small amount of sanity held him back. Whatever had happened with Ryan and Ty would’ve left her exhausted and, knowing those two miscreants, maybe even a little raw. He couldn’t imagine her wanting another cock fucking her right now.
Images of what he wanted to do danced through his imagination as he stroked his cock more rapidly. A moment later his orgasm burst from him. Pearly white seed coated his hand and splashed onto his pants as his climax went on and on. He leaned his head back on the headrest for a moment as he tried to calm down. Shaking, breathing heavily, Peter finally grabbed a cloth, cleaned himself up and then tried to tuck his already recovering cock into his pants.
But images of fucking Mikayla from behind, claiming her aggressively, marking her with his cum, filled his head again.
What the hell was wrong with him?
* * * *
Dinner was a strange affair. Ryan and Ty had taken off on a specimen gathering hike, apparently having found their unexpected, unplanned excursion absolutely urgent, and Peter kept looking at her with an equal amount of lust and worry in his eyes. Lachlan was still keeping his distance, and John, Matt, and Bryce seemed unusually subdued.
Only Brock seemed to be his normal self, but when he joked about spanking Mikayla’s ass, Peter looked like he was going to strip the flesh from Brock’s hide. She hadn’t even gotten around to asking Peter why his knuckles were swollen and seemed to be bruised.
With the awkward meal finally done, Mikayla stood to collect the plates expecting Peter to join her like he usually did. But tonight he seemed completely out of sorts because he grabbed her hand and placed the dishes back on the table.
“The others are capable of washing the dishes, aren’t you, brothers?” They all looked at Peter like he’d grown a second head—the dishes had been Mikayla and Peter’s sacred nightly ritual ever since they’d met—but all of the men nodded their agreement. A moment later, tucked tightly against Peter’s side, Mikayla found herself walking quickly toward Peter’s living quarters.
As soon as he had the door closed, he lifted her dress over her head and discarded it carelessly. He dropped to his knees, pulled her panties down, and pressed his marauding tongue against her clit a moment later. Weak at the knees, Mikayla almost fell on her ass, but strong hands held her pressed against his face. Licking, sucking, nibbling, Peter worried her clit until she was gasping, on the verge of orgasm, ready to explode.
He stood, his eyes looking wild. He pulled her against his chest, and shook as he spoke words she’d never expected to hear from him. “Tell me to get out. I want you too much. Tell me to leave, so I don’t hurt you.”
Shivering with her own need, Mikayla wrapped her arms around him and held on tight. “I love you,” she said, hoping he understood just how much those three little words meant, “and I know you’d never hurt me.” She pulled back and looked up to his handsome face. “And besides,” she said, rubbing her aching clit against his hard erection, “I’m not fragile.”
“You don’t understand,” he said, taking deep, gulping breaths as if his control held by a thread. “What Matt said that day in the lab, about our darker desires”—she nodded—“he wasn’t exaggerating. I…I like to take a woman from behind. Oh god, Mikayla, I need you.”
She smiled, pulled from his arms, and crawled onto the end of the bed, her ass in the air as clear invitation. Peter’s movement was explosive. He dragged his pants to his knees, grabbed her hips, and thrust into her in one hard shove. He slammed into her over and over, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounded her. Thrilled, gasping for air, practically purring from his violent possession, she screamed when he slapped her thigh.
It didn’t hurt, but it was so unexpected coming from this man that she tipped over into orgasm. Her pussy milked his cock as he plundered her soft flesh. Harder and deeper, stronger until he growled and held still. She could feel his cock pulsing as he pumped his seed deep into her womb.
He fell forward onto her, pressing her face down into the mattress, his weight cutting off her air for a moment, until he rolled to the side and pulled her with him. She could feel his cock slowly softening as her pussy pulsed with aftershocks.
“I’m sorry,” he said very quietly. Tears filmed her vision at the anguish in his voice.
“Why?” she asked, trying to hide her own disquiet.
“I promised myself that I’d never get rough with you. That I would love you and worship you for the rest of our lives, and I just broke that promise.”
“Peter,” she said as she tried to roll over, but he held her still. She lay in his arms for a moment wondering what to say to alleviate his guilt. Because it was obviously guilt driving him at this moment. “I didn’t ask you to make that promise,” she whispered finally.
“But I wanted to honor you as my wife not take you like a common whore.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Taken the wrong way that could be considered an insult. She tried to roll over again to face him, and after a moment’s resistance he let her.
Touching his face softly, she said, “Peter, I love that you love me enough to lose control. You didn’t hurt me, in fact I loved every moment, so please stop beating yourself up. I love you. Everything abou
t you. The gentle, the rough, the wild, I’ll take it all and love you forever.”
He looked slightly relieved by her little speech, but he still had a haunted look in his eyes. Hopefully, time would prove to him that she was serious. He leaned forward, kissed her gently, and gave her a goofy grin. “Can I make love to you properly now?”
She smiled at the touch of humor. “Of course.”
Hours later every muscle and bone in Mikayla’s body felt melted and pliant, and she fell into a deep sleep beside her husband.
* * * *
Mikayla wandered through the empty lab wondering what on Earth to do next. She’d finished inputting all of Ryan and Ty’s notes into the computer, but with them still out collecting samples, there was no more work coming in.
She checked that the live specimens were properly housed, watered, and fed, watched the little furry critter clean itself for a few minutes, and finally sat back in her chair. She supposed that she could go see if John or Matt had some filing they needed done, or maybe get an early start on dinner, but she felt restless without Ryan and Ty here.
She still didn’t understand their sudden withdrawal. It had literally taken months after her miscarriage for them to return to the energetic, athletic, and demanding lovers she’d known, but now, after some of the most incredible sex the three of them had shared, Ryan and Ty had disappeared from her life completely. Mikayla growled silently at her own overdramatization of the problem, but it really did feel like they were gone for good. They hadn’t even said good-bye.
“Ah, there you are,” John said happily as he entered the lab. “I’ve got a spare afternoon as soon as I feed and water the critters.”
“Already done,” she said, taking his hand and showing him the various cages and their unusual inhabitants.
“Well then,” he said with a brilliant smile. “Would you care to join me for a stroll in the gardens?” He held his elbow out for her to take, and she laughed at his impersonation of a proper gentleman. He was the one who’d taught her how to suck cock, so she knew he was anything but.
“Why certainly, kind sir,” she managed to say between giggles.
The garden was really just a small clearing that was still part of the research facility’s compound, but it was full of interesting plants and strange colored flowers that practically defied description. The preliminary reports had identified that most of the plant life on this planet was poisonous and, therefore, explained the lack of animal life. Considering what they’d found so far, it seemed a poorly researched idea.
As they walked further, Mikayla noticed that John didn’t seem to be walking quite so naturally as he’d been before. A quick glance at his crotch answered the question as to why. She stepped in front of him, stopping his forward momentum with a hand over his hard erection.
“Is there something I can help you with?” she asked with a wide grin on her face. John returned her grin, but his eyes had the same wild look as Peter’s had last night. John nodded frantically and pushed her to her knees. Without pause he ripped open his pants, grabbed his cock, and shoved it into her mouth. Surprised by his rough entry she gagged as he hit the back of her throat. The sound seemed to settle something inside him because he pulled out and then slid back in slowly. Carefully he built the rhythm, his hands shaking in her hair as he obviously held himself back. Mikayla moved to brace one hand against his thigh and wrap the other around his balls. He’d always warned her he could get pretty rough, but until this moment she hadn’t really believed him.
“Good girl,” he said shakily as she gripped his balls tighter. He held her still as he fucked her face, sweat pouring down his abdomen and thighs as he seemed to strain to hold on to his sanity. A moment later his movement faltered, lost rhythm, pushed deep and held as his cum poured into her throat. She swallowed frantically to keep up, licking and sucking him clean and then managing to caress his softening cock with her tongue the way he liked.
Finally she unwrapped her stiff fingers from around his balls. She’d been concentrating so hard on not hurting him accidentally that her hand cramped as she removed her grip. He saw her predicament and helped her to stand as he kissed each finger on her sore hand.
“Are you okay, princess?”
“Yes,” she said with a smile. When he grabbed for her dress, she moved out of his range. He raised his eyebrow in silent question. “I…um…I’m good.” When he frowned, she realized he wouldn’t let up until he had the full answer. “Yesterday was kind of intense. Between Ryan and Ty and Peter, I don’t think I need another orgasm for a while.” John still didn’t look convinced but he nodded.
“Did they hurt you?” He looked quite angry at the thought, and she moved into his arms quickly to reassure him.
“No. None of you have ever hurt me. Not ever. And none of you have done anything that I wasn’t happy for you to do. Are you listening to me, John? I’m just a little worn out, but nobody did anything to hurt me.”
He nodded stiffly and she leaned up to press a kiss against the underside of his jaw. Desperate to placate his anger at his brothers she tried to inject a little humor. “And besides, that’s one you owe me. Next time I need an orgasm, I’ll be ordering you to your knees.” He laughed softly and hugged her harder.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
* * * *
Lachlan came into the kitchen while she was cooking dinner. She felt a strange type of relief when she saw him. Peter and John and Ryan and Ty had all been acting out of character, so she was a little relieved to see the brother who wasn’t sleeping with her at the moment.
“You look tired, little one,” he said by way of greeting.
She nodded warily. The one and only time she’d been sick since meeting her husbands, Lachlan had basically taken over her life. He hadn’t let her eat, drink, shower, or sleep alone until he was convinced that she was one hundred percent well again. She almost giggled out loud at the memory. He’d been very sweet, but once she’d started to feel better, his overprotectiveness had begun to chafe.
Ironically, a little TLC wouldn’t go astray at the moment, especially if it wasn’t coupled with wild sex. She’d had more than enough of that for the moment.
“Can I help with anything?”
“I’m nearly done,” she said confidently, “but I’d love a foot rub in a few minutes.”
Lachlan smiled at her request, perhaps even a little relieved that she wasn’t trying to goad him into spanking her like she’d done for the last few months. They hadn’t made love since before her miscarriage, but even though his physical withdrawal hurt, she felt emotionally closer to him now than she ever had. Overall, it had been a good thing for them to step back from the sexual side of their Dom/sub relationship for a while and get to know each other better.
She finished the vegetables, checked the roast, and then sat sideways on the kitchen stool beside Lachlan. She leaned against the wall as he lifted her feet onto his lap and gave her another of his heavenly foot rubs. The man really was a master at massage.
“When will Ryan and Ty be back?” she asked. Lachlan continued to knead the ball of her foot as he glanced up to her face.
“I’m not really sure. The trip wasn’t exactly planned, but they’ve checked in twice today, so they’re all right.” He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, perhaps debating whether to ask his question. “Do you know why they left the way they did?”
She shook her head. “Not really, but it was right after sharing me. They got a little rougher than usual, but nothing bad happened. They didn’t hurt me or anything.”
“I was talking to John, and he was worried he got a little rough with you, too.” She didn’t want to nod a yes, but she couldn’t really lie. Lachlan saw the answer in her eyes because he nodded as if she’d said yes. “Peter doesn’t seem to be himself either.”
Lachlan just waited for her reaction to that statement before he pulled her onto his lap and held her close.
“I’d say there was something in
the water,” she half-heartedly joked, “but we brought the water with us.”
“What about the others?”
She shook her head against his chest. “They’ve been normal. Honestly, the sex has been wonderful—maybe a little too abundant—but definitely good. It’s been their reactions afterward that are concerning. Ryan and Ty took off on an unplanned excursion, Peter has been moping around all day, and John went and ratted himself out to his big brother.”
She felt Lachlan’s chest rumble with laughter. It did sound a little funny when she said it that way, but it was essentially what John had done. Half of her men were acting weirdly, and it would be really nice to understand why.
“Could there be something in the water?” she asked, feeling just a little freaked. If they all started pulling away she’d be even more alone than when she’d miscarried. At least back then she’d had Bryce to hold her. Lachlan must’ve felt the shiver of apprehension that worked its way down her spine because he pulled her closer and ran a soothing hand through her hair.
“Probably not the water, but I’m beginning to suspect that something Ryan, Ty, Peter, and John were exposed to is affecting them somehow. Maybe something increasing their libido or overriding the control center in their brains.” He was quiet for a moment then lifted her off his lap and placed her on her feet. “Sorry, little one, but I need to talk to Matt. With his background in pathology he might be able to identify something with a few blood tests. I’m sure Peter and John would be happy to hand over some blood if it meant finding out what’s going on.”
Mikayla nodded and stepped back to the oven to check her roast once more. Lachlan was almost out the door but turned back quickly to give her one more instruction. “If any of your husbands come on too strong, use that earsplitting whistle Ryan taught you, and I’ll come intervene.”
