Blake, Abby - Mikayla's Family [A Bride for Eight Brothers 6] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (5 page)

Matt turned her in his arms, pressing her face against his warm chest. He stroked her hair for a while before he whispered in a gruff voice, “We won’t let that happen.” He caressed her back for long minutes more before adding, “Thanks for telling me the truth.”

“Jane Smith,” Mikayla said quietly. She felt his confusion and smiled a little at the irony. Of all the brothers, he’d been the most curious about her life before she’d changed her name, yet it was probably rather disappointing that her name had been so ordinary. She felt Matt’s sharp intake of breath as he finally understood what she was telling him.

“I think Mikayla suits you better.”

“I agree.” Mikayla levered onto her elbow and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth. “I love you, Matt.”

He smiled then leaned up to press his lips to hers. His hands roamed her back, the movements becoming more forceful, more urgent as he deepened the kiss, his tongue caressing her own. “I need you,” he mumbled against her mouth.

“I need you, too,” she said as she pulled him over her naked body. Matt grinned as his cock brushed against the wet lips of her pussy. He teased her entrance with the mushroom-shaped head, rubbing his hard flesh over her soft folds.

Mikayla groaned in sensual agony. “Not tonight, Matt. Please just fuck me.”

He grinned that devilish smile that she so adored and then thrust hard and deep into her waiting flesh. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, caressing the hard rod. He slowly withdrew and pumped into her body once more. He kissed her hard, his tongue mimicking the thrust and withdrawal of his cock, speeding up as she whimpered her own need. He rolled, pulling her on top of him, urging her to sit up. She rode him as he bucked up into her pussy and found her clit with his fingers.

He caressed the needy bud. Teasing and massaging the sensitized flesh without letting her go over. She growled her discontent but then the door opened, and she smiled at the intrusion. She heard Bryce curse softly as he impatiently dragged off his clothes even as Matt held her hips and rammed his hard cock into her over and over. Gasping for breath, Mikayla barely registered the cold lube until thick fingers worked it into her ass. A large hand on her back pressed her to lie flat against Matt’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her down, trapping her in his hold as Bryce added another finger and carefully stretched her ass to take him.

He leaned over to kiss her shoulder as he finally worked his cock into her back passage. Inch by excruciatingly slow inch, Bryce filled her ass with his girth. Finally, both men rammed to the hilt in her ass and pussy, Matt’s hand trapped between his belly and her clit, Mikayla felt the beginnings of her orgasm. She whimpered as need escalated, but her men merely caressed her softly, not moving, not thrusting, just teasing.

“Pleee–ase,” she whimpered brokenly.

Bryce chuckled a moment before he withdrew and then slammed his cock back in. Matt held her still, his fingers still teasing her clit, his cock still nestled in her pussy. He let Bryce do the work, pumping into her ass over and over, the delicious friction pushing her harder against Matt as her orgasm spiraled closer.

Bryce held her down, trapped between them. He pushed her legs higher, opening her wider, thrusting harder and harder and harder, until her focus narrowed only to the cock in her ass and the incredible feeling of her pussy caressing Matt’s throbbing dick. Bryce gripped her hips fiercely, pulling her back to meet his hard pounding strokes. In and out, harder, deeper, more wild, more demanding, he fucked her ass as her orgasm burst through her.

He groaned, slamming into her one more time before he pressed her hard against his brother and emptied his seed into her ass. Tingles of warmth spread through her body, the shivering, shaking sensation of her orgasm skittering over every nerve.

She groaned as Bryce pulled his cock carefully from her ass and moved away, but she yelped when Matt rolled her onto her back and started fucking her hard and fast. Over and over he plowed into her throbbing pussy, the remnants of her orgasm chasing the next as sensation burst over her once more. She shook uncontrollably as Matt pushed deep one more time and came with a low groan.

Gasping for breath, she sensed rather than saw Bryce push his brother until he rolled off of Mikayla. “Sorry,” Matt mumbled as he slung a tired arm over her middle and lay down beside her.

“Don’t be,” she said with a breathless laugh and a tired smile. “I doubt I have the energy to walk at the moment, but I definitely enjoyed every bit of that.”

Bryce disappeared into the bathroom and then a few moments later nudged them both across the bed until he had enough space to climb onto the mattress behind her.

“I love you, Mikayla,” he said, sounding very serious. She rolled into his arms and kissed his jaw.

“I know you love me. And I know that everything you and your brothers do is because you love me and want to protect me.” Bryce looked concerned, perhaps expecting this to be the beginning of her argument against their sometimes suffocating protection, but he nodded in agreement. “I also know that I
want to be
protected by you,” Mikayla added softly. Bryce let out the breath that he must’ve been holding and smiled with obvious relief.

Mikayla heard a deep chuckle come from Matt. “Is it any wonder that we all fell so hard for this woman?”

Bryce looked straight at her and simply smiled.

* * * *

Matt held his wife through most of the night. They’d been through a lot of scary situations in the past few years, but none had been specifically targeted at Mikayla. Even on the ice planet the where the danger had been clearer, Mikayla hadn’t been the focus. Perhaps it was that small difference that made Matt feel so inadequate now. Despite his improved skills with a weapon, he felt very grateful for Bryce’s history. If anyone knew how a criminal’s mind worked it would be Bryce.

“We’ll keep her safe,” Bryce said quietly, proving once again that he knew Matt probably better than he knew himself. Matt hadn’t even realized his twin was still awake.

“I can’t imagine a life without her,” Matt said in a tight voice.

“We don’t have to,” Bryce said confidently.

Again Matt found himself thanking the circumstances, and the woman in their arms, for bringing him and his twin back together. Trying to live his life while believing his twin was a cold-blooded murderer had been a horrible experience, and he knew that whatever happened in the future he would trust his brother’s judgment.

He snuggled closer to the woman he loved and silently thanked the circumstances that had brought them together.

* * * *

Mikayla glanced around the sparsely furnished room. It felt strange to be inside the station once more. For so long this space had been her entire world. On the ice planet she hadn’t even stepped foot out the door. The jungle and desert planets had been a little more hospitable in a weather sense, but had both held dangers that had kept her inside the safety of these walls for most of the time.

When they’d moved to Earth, she’d been a little worried about leaving behind the place that had felt like her first real home, but the farm had been a rather easy adjustment. Together, Mikayla and Tracey wandered into the kitchen and sighed almost in unison. The kitchen in the farmhouse was huge, well equipped, and completely modern despite the façade of old-world charm.

“I wonder how hard it would be to swap this kitchen for your other one,” Tracey mused out loud.

Mikayla smiled. “Already asked and answered,” she said with an exaggerated pout. “I got a big fat no.” They both laughed softly at their silly banter. Mikayla had no real plans to pull apart her perfect kitchen, but it was nice to dream of better cooking facilities than what the research station offered. “Maybe if we close our eyes, we can pretend we’re still in the farmhouse.”

Tracey made a show of glancing around the room. “Um…no.”

They both giggled again, and Mikayla felt very grateful that Tracey was here. A part of her realized that it would’ve been far easier for their respective husbands to hide them separately, so she was particularly grateful that Tracey was here and that they weren’t each facing this alone.

They both fell silent, despair seeping into Mikayla’s mind as the reality of their situation began to sink in.

“I’m scared,” Tracey whispered almost silently.

Mikayla nodded, a silent confirmation that she knew how Tracey felt. She had no idea what to say and no way to make the situation better, so they both sat in silence.

“There’s my favorite girl,” Ryan said with a mischievous smile on his face. Ashton was behind him wearing an almost identical grin.

“Favorite?” Mikayla asked with an exaggerated pout, very relieved to have a distraction.

“Did I say favorite?” Ryan asked even as his grin widened. “Of course I meant my one, my only, the keeper of my heart.”

“That’s better.” She dropped her hands to her hips, pretending exasperation, but Ryan merely dipped low, lifted her into the cradle of his arms, and pressed his mouth hard against hers. Words were lost as he licked and suckled her lips until she opened to allow his marauding tongue into her mouth. Slightly embarrassed to be so turned on in front of Tracey, Mikayla bit back a groan when she realized Tracey’s husband had plans of his own.

“Time to show our ladies to the sleeping quarters,” Ryan said as he headed out the door. Interestingly, Tracey and Ashton headed toward the office area and Mikayla finally realized that her men must’ve converted the vacant offices into bedrooms. Considering it was essentially on the other end of the base, it was a rather workable solution. Tracey might know Mikayla was married to some kinky men, but she didn’t need to hear the screams as proof.

Although, considering the dominating personalities of Tracey’s three husbands, maybe Mikayla wasn’t the only one liable to get a spanking. She shivered as the memory of Lachlan’s whip against her ass slid through her mind.

“Hmmm, whatever that thought was, dear wife, I liked it.”

She giggled happily until Ryan thrust his tongue into her mouth once more. She groaned around his insistent invasion, but blinked in surprise as she felt Ryan hand her over to Ty.

“I can walk,” she said, feeling just a little of the exasperation she’d pretended before.

“I know,” Ty said with a wink followed by a harsh, devouring kiss that had her toes curling and her brain fogging. Why was she protesting? It seemed she was about to be completely and thoroughly fucked into exhaustion. She couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be.

“Welcome to your bedroom, Mrs. Davidson,” Ryan said as they stepped into a large area. It was much bigger than any of the rooms she remembered on the station, and it took a moment to realize that they’d removed the walls from between three of the bedrooms. There were half a dozen beds in the giant room, but what caught her attention was the familiar piece of furniture placed in the middle.

Her husbands had gotten the extra wide bed made especially for her as a housewarming gift when they’d first moved to the farm. They’d obviously dismantled and moved the old-fashioned canopied bed from the farmhouse so that she had her own bed at the station. Tears misted her eyes at their thoughtfulness. Until this moment, Mikayla had just assumed that they would go back to the sleeping arrangements that they’d had when it was a working research station.

“Hopefully it won’t be for long,” Ty said, possibly misinterpreting her tears. “But at least we’ll be able to protect you better in here.” She glanced at the other beds in the area and snorted with humor.

“But who will protect me from all the snoring?”

Ty—well known for occasionally snoring as loudly as an old-fashioned chainsaw—grinned, but it was Ryan who seemed to take offense. “I don’t snore.”

“Of course you don’t,” Mikayla said, trying to keep a straight face. “Sleeping next to you is always pleasant company.” Ty must’ve seen the mischief in her eyes because he lifted her over his shoulder and smacked her bottom with his open hand.

Mikayla moaned a happy sound and wiggled her hips asking for more.

“Brat,” Ryan said with a chuckle as Ty lowered her onto the edge of the bed. “Perhaps you’ll be more amenable after we fuck you silly.”

Mikayla laughed at their teasing. With all the stress of the last few days, it felt really incredible to be able enjoy life. She grinned, determined to never let Jet steal the happiness she’d found with her husbands. She stripped off her clothes and then crawled into the middle of the bed. Naked and on all fours, she cast a wicked smile back at her husbands before she scooted across the wide expanse and lowered her feet to the floor on the other side of the massive bed.