Blake, Abby - Mikayla's Men [A Bride for Eight Brothers, Book 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Abby Blake

  She came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.

  His cock surged to full life again, a reaction to her nearness that he couldn’t really hide. He grabbed one of his clean shirts and threw it to her. She caught it easily and looked at him for an explanation.

  He shrugged. “I like seeing you in my shirts.”

  She suddenly looked worried and maybe a little sad, and he moved quickly to pull her into his arms. “Matt, I think I need to tell you that John and I, we…uhm…this afternoon, in his office…”

  Matt smiled and smoothed a hand over her damp hair.

  “I know,” he said, trying not to laugh at her surprise. “It was kind of hard not to hear. The building isn’t all that big.”

  She burrowed into his embrace, hiding her embarrassment. “But the shirt?”

  “I like seeing you wear my shirt. It doesn’t mean I won’t share you with my brothers.”

  “Oh,” she said, still sounding confused.

  He grinned and then helped her into the clothing and led her to the bed. She lay down on her back and watched him with wide eyes.

  “I’m just going to grab a quick shower,” he said and then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He lingered longer than he intended, and by the time he straightened up and moved away, his body was crying out for the relief only orgasm could bring him.

  But even after the shortest shower in history, by the time he got back, she was fast asleep.

  * * * *

  She woke with Matt’s arm around her and his chest pressed against her back. The comforting embrace did little to hide his rigid hard-on. How could he sleep with an erection like that? Was he even asleep? She tested her suspicion by pressing her ass backward and sliding his cock between the crease. He hissed and moved away slightly. She moved closer and did it again.

  “Honey,” he whispered, “do that once more and you are going to get so much more than you bargained for.”

  She giggled and did it again.

  Warm, impatient hands smoothed the shirt up and over her head. His cock slid against her delicate folds at the same time his hands both gripped her breasts. He squeezed her nipples as he slid his cock up and down the slick flesh of her pussy lips. He tormented her, plumping and teasing her breasts and nipples until she was practically begging him to take her.

  She pressed back against his cock, this time managing to press the head against her vaginal opening. In one long, slow thrust, he entered her fully, grinding against her as he pulled her onto his erection. He held still, seemingly content just to be inside her, and she whimpered in frustration as he went back to teasing her breasts. He flicked her hard nipples then squeezed and twisted until she was writhing in his arms. He kissed her neck and splayed a large hand over her belly, holding her still, a finger pressing against her clit, keeping her at the edge of arousal.

  Finally, he withdrew slowly and then thrust deep once more. Slowly, he built the rhythm, grasping her hip with his other hand, controlling her movements. He began to rock into her, thrusting hard, thrusting deep. She panted as her excitement spiraled higher, gasping and begging as her peak neared.

  But then he thrust deep one last time and held still. She growled as he went back to plucking her nipples. She whimpered as he smoothed a hand over her stomach and thighs, and she moaned when he caressed her ass. But, still, he didn’t move.

  “Matt,” she said with a shake in her voice.

  “Shhh, honey, I’ll take care of you.”

  He started over. The slow, deep thrusts, the long, lingering stops, the demanding, teasing fingers until she was mindless with need. She wanted to cry when he pulled out of her completely. He rolled her onto her back, kissed her like she was precious, and then braced himself over her prone form.

  He watched her face as he entered her body, her hips lifting to meet his thrust. But again he stopped, bending low to kiss and lick her already aching nipples. He smiled when he saw her expression and then whispered, “Hold on.”

  His movement was explosive. He thrust deep, hard, fast. Her body burst with sensation as he took her more thoroughly, more completely than she’d even known possible. She screamed as her climax belted through her, rocking her hips against his, keening her satisfaction as he found his own release.

  She felt his cock throbbing inside of her, her vaginal walls massaging him with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He fell forward a moment, crushing her with his weight, but then rolled so that she lay on top of him, his cock still lodged deep in her body.

  She must’ve fallen asleep because she woke in his arms as he carried her into the shower. Carefully, he rinsed her down, dried her off, and then tucked her into bed. A few moments later, he crawled in beside her and pulled her in his arms.

  Exhaustion stole her words, so she sighed her contentment and wriggled closer.

  * * * *

  Ty lay in his bed, wishing that the walls in the station weren’t quite so thin. Listening to Mikayla beg for Matt to give her an orgasm was one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard. Maybe even more arousing than this morning’s encounter in the lab.

  Hell, he’d almost come with the couple in the next room. Every pant, every moan, every single fucking noise had come through the wall so clearly he’d practically felt like he was right there with them.

  Ty tried really hard to ignore the erection throbbing against his belly.

  Earlier, John’s announcement that he’d hired Mikayla as an administrative assistant had thrown cold water over his heated plans. After the lab incident, he’d busily been planning when, where, how he and Ryan would enjoy her company. It wasn’t until John’s words sank in that Ty realized he’d been truly thinking of her as a whore. As much as he liked her, he hadn’t planned an emotional connection, and he didn’t think Ryan had, either.

  Maybe the best thing they could do would be to back away.

  It was obvious that Mikayla had chosen John and Matt. Their brothers both deserved to be happy, so who was he to fuck that up?

  He rolled onto his side, groaning as his cock slid against the coarse hair covering his lower abdomen. Clearly, his body didn’t agree with the change of plans. He stroked his hand over the turgid flesh, trying to think of any other woman besides Mikayla and failing miserably. He closed his eyes, forcing an image of the last woman he and Ryan had fucked together into his mind, but the picture blurred and morphed into Mikayla.

  Closing his eyes guiltily, Ty gripped his cock harder, stroking the flesh more firmly, imagining Mikayla’s heavenly heat as he thrust into her willing body. Longer, harder, stronger, he dragged on the rigid flesh, gasping quietly as his release took him by surprise. Hot seed spurted from his cock, landing on his stomach and chest, some even reaching higher.

  He grimaced as he realized just thoughts of Mikayla between him and Ryan turned him on more than any actual memory of another woman. Angrily, he rolled off the bed.

  By the time he’d cleaned up and replaced the sheets, the erection was back. Frustrated with his own unfathomable reactions to a woman he’d already decided he shouldn’t want, he climbed onto the mattress and rolled onto his stomach, hoping the deliberately inflicted pain would deflate his cock and let him sleep.

  It didn’t work.

  Chapter Eight

  Mikayla stirred the casserole, quite pleased with her efforts. She wasn’t exactly a world-class chef, but she could hold her own in the kitchen. And considering that Matt, John, and Peter couldn’t boil water between them, it was probably a very good thing.

  For a little over a week, it had just been the four of them on the station. Ryan and Ty had taken off the morning after she’d first slept with Matt, and she’d worried that the timing had been suspicious, especially when neither had said good-bye. But both Matt and John had reassured her that the excursion had been planned well ahead of her arrival and the twins had probably chosen not to wake her so early in the morning. She’d tried to believe that even as she’d worried otherwise.

  Lachlan and Brock were
due back sometime in the next few days, and she was starting to feel a little nervous and maybe a touch excited. John and Matt had told her so much about their eldest brothers she felt like she already knew them. Matt had even explained the BDSM lifestyle in greater detail, his eyes glowing with desire as he described some of the things Brock and Lachlan might want to do to her.

  As weird as it seemed, even being the only woman at the science station, Mikayla worried that Brock and Lachlan wouldn’t like her. She wasn’t exactly a submissive person. Even when she’d been faced with prostitution as her only option for survival, she hadn’t exactly gone quietly.

  “Hi, Mik,” Peter said happily as he walked past the doorway of the kitchen. “Smells delicious.”

  She glanced up to smile at him, but he’d already moved away. At least he was talking to her. The fact that he’d chosen to call her Mik, a decidedly masculine version of her name, suggested he was trying to think of her as one of the guys. She wondered if it was working for him. She’d caught him watching her a time or two and sincerely hoped that John’s prediction would come true. It was obvious that Peter carried a lot of painful memories. If nothing else, Mikayla wanted at least to try to help him get over the woman who broke his heart.

  After all, she was getting very good at denying what was in her own head and heart. She’d known from the beginning that she would leave when her time here was done. Somehow she’d deal with the pain and go on with her miserable, lonely life.

  “Who are you?” a gruff voice asked from the doorway.

  John had told her that Brock and Lachlan were big men, but he hadn’t told her they were built like mountains. Two nearly identical men with full beards and wind-reddened skin stood in the doorway, crowding the small room. Mikayla suddenly felt very, very tiny.

  They both looked so serious that it took two attempts to find her voice. “M–Mikayla,” she finally managed to stutter.

  The one on the left stepped closer, crowding her against the kitchen bench. “Why are you here, Mikayla?”

  She swallowed nervously, wishing that any of the guys were here to introduce her to their brothers. The man—Brock or Lachlan, she didn’t know which—came even closer, touching a rough fingertip to her face. She closed her eyes against the strangely sensual touch and tried to find the backbone she knew she had.

  “I’m here to…” Cook dinner? File your paperwork? Follow your every command? A dozen different answers ran through her head until a naughty impulse took hold. Something, she didn’t know what, was telling her that these men already knew who she was and why she was here. She smiled impishly, looked the man in front of her in the eyes, and said, hopefully the last words he expected, “I’m here to be spanked.”

  The surprised look was quickly hidden, and the very serious man smiled. God, all the brothers were devastatingly handsome when they smiled. The hand caressing her cheek slid down and over her shoulder and cuffed the back of her neck. She felt trapped by that simple hold, desire melting through her as he stared intently into her eyes.

  He was silent for so long that she was about to blurt out something in a nervous response. But he bent and captured her lips with his own. The soft touch combined with his hold on her neck was amazingly erotic, and she found herself opening her mouth wide, silently begging him for a more complete possession.

  After too brief a moment, he pulled back and stared into her eyes again.

  “Sorry, little one,” he said in a tone that suggested he wasn’t sorry at all, “but you don’t get to make demands.” She whimpered quietly as his hand massaged the back of her neck, still holding her immobile and forcing her to look into his eyes. “Although, I do find myself agreeing with the spanking part. Turn and bend over the counter.”

  She could already feel her juices coating her pussy and wetting her panties. Breathing hard with excitement, she turned slowly and bent over the counter. The other man walked around the bench to stand in front of her. He grabbed her hands, pulling her forward so that she was off balance, her feet only just touching the ground.

  A large, callused hand smoothed her dress up to her waist and pulled her panties down to her knees. She panted even harder as the warm touch smoothed over the soft skin of her ass. Just a little bit afraid, she began to wiggle, but the man holding her hands soothed her, running his fingertips over her face and through her hair.

  “It’s okay, baby girl,” he said in a reassuring voice. “I promise you will enjoy this.”

  She wanted to talk, wanted to explain her moment of fear, but all she managed was a low moan when the hand on her ass rubbed harder, chafing the skin, warming her bottom.

  Her clit throbbed. Her heart pounded. Her breath stalled.

  And then the first smack landed. God, she would’ve scrambled off the counter if they hadn’t held her so tightly.

  “Hey,” she cried as the sting radiated down her thighs.

  A second slap followed the first, and tears sprang to her eyes. Was it supposed to hurt this much?

  She closed her eyes, and tried to hide her distress, but tears still leaked past her lashes. She swallowed, preparing herself for a third blow, but cried out when it hit the top of her thighs. Her lower body felt both numb and on fire at the same time, and she screamed as the next blow hit even harder.

  She was fighting their hold, ready to scream for reprieve when something strange happened. Her clit started to tingle, the sensation spread across her abdomen and down her thighs. The next blow landed, but instead of pain, it just intensified the incredible feeling. She stopped trying to struggle and lay quietly, waiting in awe.

  The slaps came faster now, each pushing her closer to something incredible. She gasped as two thick fingers pushed into her pussy and finger-fucked her in time with the slaps. Harder, faster, deeper, more incredible, more intense, each sensation doubled the last.

  Shaking all over, her body no longer hers to control, she groaned as heat exploded through her. Being held down so tightly seemed to intensify everything. Over and over, she felt doused in molten lava, the incredible burn pulsing through her blood in waves.

  She breathed hard as both men soothed her with soft touches and quiet words. She felt her skirt pulled carefully over her tender ass, but the panties were dragged off her legs. “You won’t be needing these anymore, little one.”

  Oh, thank goodness. The mere thought of the soft material pressed against her sore ass sent more shivers pounding through her.

  Still limp and exhausted, she was wondering how to get her legs stable enough to hold her up when she was gathered in a warm embrace and carried from the room. She startled when she remembered the casserole, but he must’ve anticipated her worry.

  “Shh…Brock will take care of dinner. Just relax and let me look after you.”

  She did as Lachlan told her, very happy to know which brother was which. After such an incredible experience, it seemed strange not knowing. She sighed as he stepped into a room she’d hadn’t yet seen.

  He carried her into the bathroom, set her on top of the bench, and turned to the tub. The cool surface of the countertop felt wonderful against her heated bottom. She watched as he added some sort of salt to the water and then moved back to gather her in his arms once more. He sat on the edge of the bath with her in his lap.

  She relaxed into his embrace, feeling cared for and protected in a way that she’d never really felt before. Lachlan simply held her, rocking slightly as they waited for the bath to fill.

  “Lachlan,” she said quietly, not actually moving in his embrace, “did you know who I was before you came into the kitchen?”

  It probably sounded like a silly question, considering the way she’d reacted to both him and Brock, but a small, insecure part of her worried that they’d mistaken her for a paid whore.

  “Yes, little one,” he said in a deep, comforting voice. “Even when we’re off base, we report in every couple of days. John has kept us up-to-date with everything that happens around here.”

  She
couldn’t see his face, but she felt certain he was smiling.

  “Everything?” she asked mildly embarrassed.

  “Everything,” he repeated with a quiet chuckle. But then he stilled and she felt a strange tension overtake him. “What was his name? The man who dumped you here?”

  She almost blurted out Jet’s name but thought better of it when Lachlan rearranged her in his lap so he could see her more clearly. The look on his face suggested Jet would learn a lesson he would never forget just as soon Lachlan located him. As much as the thought appealed to her, she didn’t want Lachlan, or any of the brothers, fighting her battles for her. As far as she was concerned, Jet was ancient history.

  “It doesn’t matter,” she said quietly then quickly added when it looked like he’d argue, “I’ll never see that asshole again. And I’d rather not stir up old wounds.”

  It was probably a little unfair to phrase it that way because Lachlan pulled her back into his embrace like she was as fragile as spun glass. Jet’s actions had bought her here, so in some ways, she couldn’t really regret the whole experience—even if it had been the most frightening of her life.

  A few moments later, Lachlan twisted the taps off, lifted her dress over her head, and helped her into the bath. The warm water felt wonderful on her tired muscles, and she forgot to protest when Lachlan began washing her down. His touch felt wonderful.

  * * * *

  Lachlan watched her eyes close as exhaustion claimed her. She was beautiful, even more so than John’s descriptions had suggested. He continued to rub the washcloth over her smooth skin as he admired Mikayla's delicious body and remembered her feistiness. She’d sassed them both in the kitchen. Even knowing who they were and what they liked, she’d dared them both to follow through. Her reaction to the spanking suggested that she’d never actually had one before, and he couldn’t help but respect her courage. She truly was the perfect mix of confident woman and submissive lover he and Brock preferred. When John had described her, she’d sounded too good to be true, but the reality was so much more.