Blake, Abby - Mikayla's Family [A Bride for Eight Brothers 6] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (7 page)

“What the fuck?” Ty asked as he read the words over Lachlan’s shoulder. The anger clear in Ty’s voice suggested that he hadn’t forgotten the havoc Jessie Evans had caused for them either. Lachlan simmered with molten rage as he tried to figure out Jessie’s sick game this time. They hadn’t heard from her since providing contact and reference details to confirm Mikayla’s identity nearly two Earth years ago. They’d actually begun to think the woman’s scheming machinations were finally over.

Almost cross-eyed with anger, Lachlan’s breath stalled in his throat when he finally read the name of Jessie’s intended partner. Alicia didn’t sound like a name a parent would give to a son.

Ty started to laugh in a strange sounding relief. “She’s marrying a woman?” Lachlan could only nod as he tried to understand what this meant. Finally he noticed the small handwritten note that accompanied the invitation.

“What does it say?” Ty asked, his patience obviously wearing thin as Lachlan read the note for the third time.

“It says that she realizes that we are unlikely to attend, but that she wanted us to know that she’s finally accepted her own sexuality and stopped listening to her father’s advice.” Lachlan read the note again just to be sure he’d understood her meaning. Jessie had put the word “advice” in quote marks indicating what she truly thought of her father’s interference in her life.

Ty lifted his communicator and spoke to Bryce quickly. “We can relax. It really is just a letter. We’ll explain when we get there.”

Ty grinned with the smile that usually heralded trouble.

“What’s so funny?” Lachlan asked, feeling a little annoyed.

“I’m just imagining Peter’s reaction to finding out Jessie’s news.”

Lachlan relaxed slightly. That should be interesting.

* * * *

Mikayla had nearly leapt out of her skin as the proximity alarm shrieked its warning. Ten minutes ago, she and Tracey had been preparing the evening meal in the otherwise deserted kitchen, and now they were surrounded by five heavily armed men—two of Tracey’s husbands and three of Mikayla’s.

Brock wrapped her in his embrace, holding her close even as he shielded her from whatever might come through the doorway. She held him tighter as her arms shook. The one thing that scared her more than her own death was her husbands dying as they tried to protect her. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that the only way for Jet to get to her was to murder all of her husbands. They would all die before they gave up their efforts to protect her, and a small part of her acknowledged that if they failed, she had no reason to want to stay alive.

Morbid thoughts, perhaps, but strangely comforting.

Eventually they were given the all clear, so Mikayla and Tracey went back to preparing the evening meal. The men didn’t go far. They sounded tense as they spoke in low tones, but Mikayla’s attention was caught when she heard Peter growl angrily, “What the fuck does that bitch want now?”

Unable to stay out of the conversation—especially when Peter sounded so upset—Mikayla marched into the dining room. She was surprised to find all of her and Tracey’s husbands gathered together.

“What bitch?” she asked as she moved into Peter’s arms.

“Jessie Evans,” Ty supplied when it seemed Peter was too angry to talk. Mikayla gave him a look that undoubtedly telegraphed she wanted the full story…now!

“Jessie sent us an invitation to her wedding.”

Mikayla felt Peter’s surprise almost as clearly as she felt her own. “Who’s she marrying?”

“A woman named Alicia.”

“A woman?” Mikayla asked as the haze of anger dissipated and the thoughts in her head finally caught up. “I wonder if that’s why she fought so hard to sue for breach of promise. She didn’t really want to be married to seven men. She just wanted to hide the fact that she preferred women.”

“Possibly,” Lachlan said with a smile.

Everyone in the room seemed to release the tension they’d been holding since the proximity alarm had gone off. Mikayla hugged Peter tighter and felt him relax a little more. As angry as they’d all been at Jessie’s past interference in their lives, Mikayla hoped the woman had finally found someone who made her happy. At the very least it suggested that she’d no longer be causing problems for Mikayla and her men.

Despite the fear of a few minutes ago, Mikayla decided to view Jessie’s letter as happy news.

Chapter Six

The next day Mikayla wandered the station corridors aimlessly. Boredom was becoming a serious problem.

“There you are,” John said with a wicked grin as he walked over and linked his fingers through hers. Mikayla smiled at him, knowing exactly what was on his mind. In fact she was fairly certain her husbands had decided to distract her from the situation by making love to her every moment of the day. She just hoped she’d be able to walk properly afterward.

“I hear you have the day off,” he said casually as they walked toward their bedroom.

“Uh-huh.” She tried to hide how useless she felt hiding inside the station. She didn’t even have a job to distract her. Ryan and Ty had moved the computer equipment back into the lab, but the farm just didn’t have the same sort of reporting requirements as their survey contracts had demanded, so it amounted to very little work. At least on the farm she’d been involved in the day-to-day care of the animals and crops.

“Well, since you have the day off, there’s something I could use your help with.”

She smiled until he placed his hands on her shoulders and encouraged her to her knees in the middle of the hallway. She shook her head—with Tracey and her husbands here as well now, it wasn’t exactly a private area—but John grinned wickedly and unzipped his pants. He threaded a hand through her hair, holding her steady as he pressed his cock against her lips. She kept her mouth closed, refusing him, worried that they would be caught.

But he laughed and said, “The longer it takes, the more chance we have of being interrupted.”

He had a point. With a last furtive glance, Mikayla opened her mouth, and he immediately pushed to the back of her throat. She almost gagged against his forceful entry but closed her eyes and willed herself to relax. He slid deeper and used his other hand to hold her head, refusing to let her retreat.

She finally managed to swallow around the thick head of his cock, and he moaned as he pulled out and pushed back in. Fear of being caught in such an embarrassing position made it difficult to swallow, and she wriggled against his hold as panic stole her breath.

“Relax, princess,” John said in a tone almost identical to Brock’s. John didn’t release her, but he adjusted his hold and angled her face up. “Look at me, Mikayla. Relax and concentrate.”

She watched his face, trying to relax her throat, trying to let him fuck her mouth the way they both liked. She breathed through her nose, finally feeling a deep calm wash through her.

“Oh, princess,” John said as he increased the pace. She braced herself against his legs, swallowing each time he touched the back of her throat. He moaned as she sucked harder, laving the underside of his cock with her tongue, gently grazing the mushroom-shaped head with her teeth as he pulled out almost completely and then plunged back in.

Mikayla ached, her need rising higher the more she pleasured John.

“That’s it, princess,” John said, stopping all movement for a moment. He caressed her face as he held her tight against him. She almost leaped out of her skin when rough hands lifted her dress and pulled her panties down. How the hell had she missed somebody walking into the hallway?

Fortunately, judging by the caresses on her ass, at least it was one of her husbands.

“Relax,” John ordered again. “Peter is going to make you feel good.”

She calmed a moment, sort of relieved that it was neither Brock nor Lachlan. Knowing those two, she might’ve found herself being spanked in the middle of the hallway. How embarrassing would that be to try and explain to her best friend? Peter found her clit, his fingers circling the aching nub, gliding through the slippery folds as John began to move faster.

Harder, deeper, he fucked her mouth, her arousal becoming more insistent, more intense, more needy. John thrust again and again and then hard one last time, holding her trapped against him as he came. She swallowed, trying to keep up as Peter thrust his fingers into her aching pussy.

She groaned as Peter fucked her with his hand. John pulled his cock from her mouth, caressing her face as he helped her to stand. But then he pressed her forward, bending her over, pushing her ass in the air as Peter thrust his cock into her aching pussy.

Aggressively, Peter grabbed her hips, thrusting into her frantically. Fucking her hard, pounding into her swollen flesh. He grunted, squeezed her clit with his fingers, growled as his cock throbbed inside her.

She damn near whimpered as her orgasm held just out of reach, but then a hard hand landed against her ass, the sting immediately going to her clit, the resulting climax almost painful as it vibrated through her.

Mikayla wobbled, but Peter held her upright as his cock slipped from her. He helped her to stand and then fixed her underwear and dress.

“Would you like a bath?” She nodded, grateful, and let Peter lift her into his arms. A bath sounded like heaven right now, but she was almost asleep by the time Peter reached the living area. She expected to find the room empty, so she was surprised to find Lachlan and Brock inside. They both smiled as if they were expecting her.

Lachlan took her from Peter’s arms and carried her to the bathroom. A bath was already running, and she smiled when she realized she’d been set up. Brock helped her from her clothes and then stepped into the bath with her. He held her close as he washed her down, his strong arms and gentle movements lulling her into complete relaxation.

* * * *

Brock held his wife in his arms as she fell asleep. She stirred slightly when Lachlan lifted her from the water, but quickly settled when Brock and Lachlan stretched out on either side of her on the bed.

They had planned on playing with their sub, but it was obvious by the soft snoring and dark circles under Mikayla’s eyes that their wife hadn’t been sleeping well. Anger swirled through him at how unfair the situation was on Mikayla. Brock wanted to find Jet and pound the cowardly asshole into the ground for not only what he did to her years ago, but also for stealing the peace she’d found loving and living her life with him and his brothers. Hell, they’d even finally been trying for the babies they’d all wanted.

Despite knowing exactly where his stun gun was, Brock glanced over his shoulder just to be certain it was within easy reach.

When he turned back, he saw Lachlan watching him. His brother nodded slightly and lowered his head to the pillow once more. Brock had noticed the change in Lachlan this time around. On the other planets, he’d been alert for trouble but in a more relaxed, laid-back sort of way. He’d seemed comfortable that he could handle whatever came their way.

But with the threat clearly aimed at Mikayla, Lachlan seemed way more uptight, almost as if he doubted his ability to protect the woman they loved. As selfish as the thought was, Brock had to admit that having Lachlan and Bryce around made him feel a whole lot more confident about their ability as a family to protect Mikayla.

Somehow, even with his fear for Mikayla still weighing heavily on his mind, Brock managed to fall asleep beside her. He woke to a soft giggle and the sound of heavy petting. He lifted onto his elbow to watch the woman he loved kiss his brother like she wanted to inhale him.

“That is so sexy,” Brock said quietly. Mikayla finally broke contact with Lachlan to give him a cheeky smile. Still lying on top of Lachlan, Mikayla leaned over and kissed Brock much the same way she’d just done with Lachlan.

Brock ran his hands over Mikayla’s thighs as he thrust his tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers, controlling and dominating the kiss even as he let her push him onto his back.

“Does our naughty sub need a spanking?” Lachlan asked as Brock felt him lift Mikayla onto her knees. Brock wrapped his arms around her upper body, holding her down even as Lachlan angled her ass in to the air.

The first slap sounded very loud in the quiet room. Mikayla groaned into Brock’s mouth even as she lifted her ass higher, begging with her body for more. Lachlan smacked her again and again, gradually increasing the intensity and speed of his slaps.

Mikayla squirmed in Brock’s hold, breaking the kiss as a soft moan tore from her mouth. “Keep kissing him,” Lachlan ordered as the spanking continued. She did as she was told, kissing him harder, thrusting her tongue deeper, keeping in time with Lachlan’s blows. Shaking, breathing harder as she neared orgasm, Mikayla broke the kiss to gasp breathlessly, “Please.”