by Abby Blake
Her legs quivered, her pussy pulsed, her breathing jammed in her throat. Peter held her there, licking slowly once more, humming against her swollen clit as she writhed with need. John smoothed his hands over her aching nipples, toying with the sensitive nubs until she thought she’d explode. But then they stopped, pulled away, and grinned as she growled at them both.
As soon as her arousal dropped from boiling to simmer, they started again, John caressing her stomach and breasts, Peter tongue-fucking her until she could barely remember her own name.
But when they stopped again, she writhed frantically in their hold. Hell, this was the sort of thing Brock and Lachlan usually did. Had the brothers been sharing notes?
“Please,” she begged, unable to force more than that one simple word past her lips.
“Shhh, princess, we’ll take care of you,” John said as he brushed a hand through her hair.
“Now?” she asked, uncaring that the word was breathless with desperation.
“Yes, now,” Peter answered as he surged over her and slid his cock deep inside her hungry pussy.
But he loved her slowly, his thrusts relaxed and lazy. He grinned when she tried to lift her hips, trying to claim more of him, trying to speed their race to orgasm. When he pulled away, she damn near whimpered at the loss, but John lifted and rolled her over his body, and she quickly slid down to impale herself on his waiting cock. She sighed as he thrust up to meet her, fucking her harder, faster, deeper.
She was at the brink, ready to fall over the edge, when John stopped all movement and held her down. Mikayla could barely breathe. With her swollen clit trapped between them, her arousal continued to climb. Even without moving, her orgasm swelled closer. Her men must’ve sensed just how near she was because she heard the hurried squirt of lube and then felt Peter push quickly into her back passage. All three of them held still as her climax rushed closer.
And then, like an elastic breaking under tension, her orgasm snapped, shaking every muscle, rasping every nerve, sending heat through every vein in her body. She gasped as they held her tight between them, both men groaning as her ass and pussy caressed their hard cocks.
Finally, she lay quietly in their hold, warmth melting through her as exhaustion tried to claim her. But then her men started to move, Peter sliding into her ass as John lifted her off his cock. Up and down, again and again, over and over, they slid their hard cocks into her body. She quickly went from exhausted to excited, completely spent but totally needy.
She felt another orgasm building deep, and she damn near screamed when Peter leaned over and bit her ear. “Are you ready?” he asked wickedly.
Ready for what? But her unasked question was answered as both her men started to pound into her body. No longer controlled, no longer restrained, they fucked her harder, faster, their rhythm broken, their breathing harsh.
Peter thrust hard into her ass, ramming his cock deep into her back passage as his climax claimed him. His movement drove her clit hard against John, her orgasm so unexpected that she screamed her surprise. John gripped her hips, grinding her against his pelvis, wringing every shiver from her release as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside her.
Finally, absolutely and completely exhausted, Mikayla closed her eyes, wanting nothing more than to sleep. Slowly, carefully, Peter pulled his softening cock from her ass, and John pressed a kiss to her forehead. She barely felt the washcloth as Peter cleaned her up, and she mourned the loss as John moved away for a brief moment.
She fell asleep in their arms, very glad that Peter chose to stay.
* * * *
John held his wife as she slept. He’d been very worried for her tonight. They’d invited the medical scientists so that Mikayla would have some female company, but maybe it hadn’t been the smartest decision they’d made recently.
Jacqueline was a rather typical example of some of the personalities they encountered in their field of science. She was highly educated, extremely intelligent, and unless she was talking about her research, completely antisocial.
It was probably unfair for the brothers to expect Mikayla to understand the woman’s quirks. Mikayla was sociable and accepting—practically the opposite of Jacqueline and the other researchers from the medical consortium—and though Mikayla had tried tonight, she hadn’t quite been able to find common ground. Unfortunately, it would also seem that Jacqueline hadn’t tried at all to get along with their wife. If anything, she’d become territorial when Mikayla had tried to engage Misha and Keira in conversation.
Maybe the brothers should’ve listened to Bryce. Having been an undercover cop for almost ten years, his instincts about other people were very well developed. He’d labeled Jacqueline a first-class bitch almost from the moment he’d met her, and no amount of explanation from his brothers had changed his mind. Considering that Jacqueline had seemed to go out of her way to make Mikayla feel unwelcome in her own home tonight, John was beginning to agree with Bryce.
Over the last few months, Mikayla hadn’t really seemed herself, and all of the brothers had commented on the loss of her usual happy demeanor. Ironically, it had been the reason for tonight’s dinner. They had hoped that by getting to know the medical scientists better, Mikayla might forge a friendship or at least an understanding with the other women, but in actuality it had probably been a humungous mistake.
“Peter? Are you asleep?” John asked in a soft whisper. Peter lifted his head from the pillow and looked at him in the dim light. The flickering pretend-candlelight might’ve been good for setting the mood, but it certainly didn’t help a person see clearly. “I’m going to go talk to the others and make sure we don’t have a repeat of tonight.”
Peter nodded his agreement and pulled Mikayla closer.
It didn’t take John long to find his brothers. They were all gathered in the dining room discussing the exact subject he’d planned to raise.
“Could it still be from the miscarriage?” Brock asked Matt as John walked in the door.
Matt shook his head slowly. With his background in pathology, he at least had some understanding of how pregnancy and hormones affected the female body. “Her hormones should’ve returned to normal months ago. It’s more likely that she’s still grieving in an emotional sense.”
“So what do we do?” Ryan asked. “How can we help her?”
“Well, for starters we can make certain never to invite Jacqueline and her minions for dinner again.” Lachlan and Bryce both smirked at John’s description, but none of the brothers actually disagreed with his suggestion.
“How about we just make certain that she knows her husbands love her,” Bryce said quietly. “I reckon her miscarriage probably undermined her confidence as a woman. The last thing she needs is the type of hostility Jacqueline projected tonight.”
Whether Jacqueline’s behavior was intentionally offensive or not didn’t really matter. What mattered was how it affected Mikayla.
“Okay,” John said, feeling a little better that his brothers agreed with his assessment of the situation. “We keep Mikayla close, show her how much we all love her, and just be there for her if she needs us.”
They nodded in agreement. Unwilling to stay a moment longer when he could be holding his wife in his arms, John left and headed back to his room.
Chapter Two
Nearly six months later…
The loud, clanging alarm was the most fucking annoying, unwelcome sound in the history of the planet. This was at least the third time this week. Quickly, Lachlan reached for his gun and went to investigate.
Ever since word of the mouse tears mating musk had hit the intergalactic news stations, every moron and his friend had landed on the planet trying to capture a little mouse of their own. The most irritating thing was that none of them understood the overwhelming effect the musk had on human males.
When Lachlan had gone to investigate the last alert, he’d found two men frantically jacking off. It was not something he wanted to see again, but he suspected
it was about to become part of his daily routine. The men had been practically cross-eyed with arousal, and it was only a matter of time before they’d turned to each other. Lachlan was fairly certain that hadn’t been their intention when they’d gone looking for the furry little creature.
He’d grabbed both men and dragged them back to their sorry excuse for a space cruiser. With little fuss, he’d managed to set the controls to auto-lift and then watched as they left the atmosphere. They were probably still revolving around the planet in synchronous orbit, but hopefully, they were smart enough to leave once the musk’s effects wore off.
“Have we got a location?” he asked Bryce as they met in the hallway.
“Less than three hundred yards from the aft border.” This stupid planet had so much interference that they couldn’t clearly detect the magnetic pole, so they had to use the same descriptions they used when the main station was in transport and technically considered a ship. Side by side they ran to the back exit of the building. Lachlan was pleased to see Bryce carried both a stun weapon and a traditional military issue handgun this time.
Even though they both preferred bullets over stun bolts, they didn’t really want to hurt anybody. Half the time the invaders behind the incursions needed rescuing rather than shooting, but it didn’t mean Lachlan or Bryce would hesitate to use deadly force if Mikayla or the female scientists were in danger.
* * * *
“Where’s Mikayla?” Brock asked as the alarm sounded.
Ryan and Ty were already moving toward the weapons cabinets. Fortunately, none of the raiders had entered the compound so they hadn’t needed to use the stun guns yet. But they were fully prepared to defend their home if the need arose.
Ty glanced at the time. “She should be in the kitchen,” he said as he strapped the weapon holster to his shoulders. Brock nodded and headed out the door, checking that his stun gun was still fully charged. He, Lachlan, and Bryce had decided to carry a weapon at all times. Peter and John had no experience but were quickly learning how to use a stun gun. Ryan and Ty both had shooting experience, mainly with tranquilizer darts, but the very nature of their work in the lab made carrying a weapon dangerous. An accidental discharge of an electronic weapon inside the lab could result in severe damage to the lab and any occupants, humans included.
Brock called his wife as he entered the kitchen. She didn’t answer. A quick glance around the room found half-peeled vegetables but no Mikayla. It seemed strange that she would leave dinner partially prepared, and concerns he hadn’t considered for a few weeks made a way back into his thoughts. He headed to John’s office but met the man halfway. John went back to the offices to check there, and Brock turned toward the living quarters.
Each moment he couldn’t find Mikayla ratcheted his concern tighter. Over the last few months, Brock and his brothers had watched their wife slowly lose her self-confidence, despite their best efforts to stop it. In some ways, it had happened so gradually that it was only when Brock remembered a particular moment from the past and compared that to the woman she was now that he noticed just how much she had changed. All of the brothers knew it would take time to recover emotionally from her miscarriage. They’d minimized her contact with the female scientists as best they could, but Brock couldn’t help feel there was more to it now.
But right at this moment, she had to be on the base. She knew she was supposed to stay with one of her husbands or be in the kitchen. When the raiders had started arriving, they’d all been in agreement, Mikayla included, that they would create a protocol and stick to it.
He went to the intercom unit on the wall just inside his quarters. He buzzed each room in the building until his brothers checked in. Ryan and Ty were still near the lab, and Matt was inside the communications room monitoring the invaders’ movements. Brock had seen Lachlan and Bryce head out the back door, so he knew if she wasn’t with Peter or John that they had a serious problem.
Feeling a little panicked, Brock did a quick sweep of his and Lachlan’s quarters and was about to move to Matt and Bryce’s when he heard a soft noise in the bathroom. He called her name, but Mikayla didn’t answer. Weapon raised, he headed cautiously through the doorway.
* * * *
The raiders weren’t hard to find. The three men were already affected by the musk and were literally rubbing themselves raw. One was even trying to hump a tree. Lachlan didn’t even want to think about the splinters that would cause.
He pulled out his electric gun and stunned splinter-boy almost out of mercy. The other two seemed barely aware of his and Bryce’s presence and in the end needed to be stunned as well.
“I’ve been in some pretty dangerous life or death situations,” Bryce said on a deep laugh, “but I didn’t think I would ever be involved in something as fucked up as this.”
Lachlan nodded his agreement. It was looking more and more unlikely that the proposed mining would go ahead. Unless they could find an exclusively female workforce, chances were that the mineral ores weren’t plentiful enough to deal with the chaos that the mating musk would cause.
The fact that the company the female scientists worked for had sworn him and his brothers to confidentiality, and threatened to withdraw the vitamin supplement if they’d refused, just made the whole thing more frustrating. The supplement was the only weapon they had to combat the mating musk’s effects. Add that to the fact that the company decided against arranging for security to protect their staff—effectively leaving the women vulnerable to attack—and Lachlan was ready to break their contract and get his family the hell off this strange jungle planet.
Unfortunately, he wouldn’t leave the three female scientists alone to deal with the raiders, and it would seem by the smug attitude of the decision makers at the medical research company that they knew it, too. It didn’t help that his time in the defense forces had left him with a publicly available download listing his exemplary service history and supposedly heroic deeds. He didn’t feel like a hero. He felt like a man who’d lived through a nightmare and barely returned whole.
The worst of the current situation was that sooner or later somebody was going to end up dead, and Lachlan sure as hell hoped it wasn’t him who had to pull the trigger. He’d had to kill enough people to last him a lifetime. He suspected Bryce felt the same way.
It took a little longer to locate the ship belonging to these guys—they’d hidden it under several layers of vegetation—but Lachlan’s tracking skills were becoming quite adept on this planet, and they found it eventually.
By the time they made it back to the three unconscious men, they were masturbating in their sleep. “We really should volunteer someone else for this part of the job,” Bryce said as he grabbed one of the men and swung him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s hold while trying not to touch anything that wasn’t inside the man’s clothing. Helpfully, the unconscious man still had his hand wrapped firmly around his dick.
With two heavy unconscious raiders of his own to carry, Lachlan decided to drag them both back by their collars. At least if they ended up with a bruise or two on their collective asses they might think twice about coming back.
The ship’s systems had been password-disabled, but it only took a few moments for Bryce to break into the software. Obviously, his time as an undercover cop had given him skills few would consider necessary for honest folk, but they were coming in very handy on this planet.
They stood back as the ship lifted off the ground and headed into orbit. Hopefully, the raiders would wake sore and sorry in a few hours and decide that the mouse tears just weren’t worth the risk.
* * * *
Brock found Mikayla in the bath. The headset from her music player was turned up so loud he could hear the song from the doorway.
“Baby girl,” he said as he knelt down and touched her hair softly. She practically leapt out of the bath at his soft caress.
“Shit, Brock,” she said breathlessly as she pulled the headphones from her ears. “Talk about giving
a girl a heart attack.”
“Mikayla,” he said quietly, “what are you doing?”
At first it looked like she would give him some smartass answer, but then she took a deep breath, shrugged slightly, and said, “I just needed a little bit of time to myself.” She looked away from him, trying to hide the tears in her eyes, and he found himself wondering if she was understating her need to hide. It certainly seemed that she was hiding, and considering the half-peeled vegetables, she was having trouble concentrating as well. None of them had known where she was, and that concerned him a great deal. With raiders landing on the planet, it was very important for everyone to know where everyone was.
But he’d been especially worried about his wife lately. It wasn’t anything specific, just a feeling that she was pulling away from all of them in an emotional sense. Almost like she was rethinking the whole eight husbands thing. They hadn’t really discussed trying for another baby. He planned to raise the subject when their access to medical care was adequate, but he wondered just how she really felt about risking another miscarriage. Just because it was unlikely that she would suffer a second ectopic pregnancy, it didn’t guarantee it wouldn’t happen.
The trouble was Brock really couldn’t be certain how much was observation and how much was coming from his own insecurities, so he hadn’t said anything to her. Most women only had to deal with one or two husbands, not eight. What would happen if Mikayla chose to leave some or all of them?
As he tried to figure out how best to protect her—from the current raiders and her own concerns—John barreled through the door and came to a sudden halt behind him.
“Hello, princess,” he said with a lascivious grin. Brock didn’t need to guess what his brother was thinking.
“Call the others. Tell them we found her.” John gave him an annoyed look, but Brock just shook his head. Their brothers were busy dealing with intruders, so climbing into the bath with their lovely wife was probably not a responsible choice at the moment.
