Blake, Abby - Mikayla's Men [A Bride for Eight Brothers, Book 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (5 page)

“I see you’ve met Ryan and Ty,” he said quietly.

She smiled over her shoulder at the grinning men but nearly jumped into the air as Matt entered the room.

“Mikayla,” he growled, “where the hell have you been?”

Before she could say anything, Ryan stepped into Matt’s path and answered calmly, “We’ve been showing her around the station.”

Matt looked like he was trying to rein in his temper, and even though John knew Matt would never take his anger out on Mikayla, he stepped closer to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. She seemed both relieved for his support and very nervous about something. Despite the fine shiver he could feel running through her entire body, she seemed determined, as well.

“There’s a storm coming, so we need to leave now,” Matt said, sounding for all the world like a man at the end of his rope.

“I don’t want to leave.” The softly spoken words took John by surprise but seemed to leave Matt completely speechless.

Needing to know the answer to Matt’s next question even though the man hadn’t yet asked it, John turned to Mikayla and asked, “Why?”

She shrugged and said, “I feel safe here, and, well, Matt paid a lot of money to rescue me, and the least I can do if fulfill my end of the contract.”

“You
want
to be a whore?” Matt asked, managing to sound angry, surprised, and maybe a little disappointed all at the same time.

Mikayla nodded and crossed her arms aggressively as if preparing for battle. John couldn’t help admire the woman’s courage but was even more astounded by his brother’s reaction.

“Honey,” Matt said as he stepped closer to Mikayla, “it’s okay. We’ve all agreed that the money is a loan. You can pay us back whenever you like. The important thing is that we get you home.”

“No,” she said very clearly.

John smiled as he realized the anger in her voice was quite possibly a match for Matt’s. Very interesting.

“What do you mean no?” Matt seemed to want to say more, but Mikayla’s belligerence appeared to leave him speechless.

“I mean no as in I don’t want to go back to Earth. I wasn’t safe there. How do you think I ended up here?”

“So you’d what? Rather spend the next year being a paid whore to seven men?”

“No, I’d rather stay here with you and your brothers,” she countered.

John almost laughed at her sassy attitude but decided the wiser choice would be to kept quiet. He could still feel a little swelling from yesterday’s punch from Matt.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” Matt said dismissively and tried to reach for her hand.

She took a step back, pulling her hand away from his. “Of course I do,” she said angrily. “Sex with seven men I know is far better than whoring at the club for a dozen different men every night and sure as hell an improvement over giving it away in the name of love to a man willing to dump me on this godforsaken planet.”

John knew the story from Matt, but hearing the anguish in her voice as she said it made the whole thing a lot more real. Hell, he couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to be betrayed so callously. He glanced at Peter, knowing that of all of them he would be the one to understand.

John gathered Mikayla in his arms and stared at his brother. Matt glanced at Ryan and Ty and then over his shoulder at Peter before throwing his hands up and giving Mikayla what she wanted.

“Fine, you can stay for the duration of the snowstorm. On your knees.”

John felt Mikayla stiffen in his arms and gave her a reassuring squeeze before loosening his hold. He knew this was Matt’s way of testing her, and John realized it was necessary. She really had no idea what she was getting herself into. If a few orders from Matt were going to change her mind, then it was probably good for her to know now while she still had a chance to catch the transport back home.

She looked nervous but did as Matt said. Clearly agitated, Matt motioned for John to step back and then slid his hand into Mikayla’s curly hair. He used his grip to lift her face up to him and spent a moment simply staring at her.

* * * *

Mikayla could barely breathe, a combination of adrenaline, fear, and arousal rendering her speechless. She could see what Matt was doing. He was trying to scare her into leaving, so she was more determined than ever to succeed at what he was demanding.

Surprisingly, the hand in her hair pushed her excitement higher. Her ex had ordered her around, but he’d never had anywhere near the impact those three little words and Matt’s hand in her hair caused. She shivered with desire as he pressed his thumb to her lips and pushed the thick digit into her mouth. She closed her lips around him and watched as his eyes darkened. He pushed his thumb into and out of her mouth as he spoke.

“I like to be in control,” Matt said as she used her tongue to lave the underside of his thumb. “And John here, he likes to fuck a woman’s mouth, holding her head between his hands so she can’t escape.” He pushed his thumb deeper, deliberately hitting the back of her throat. She barely controlled the urge to gag, but his dark words still pulsed through her. “Now, Peter prefers to take a woman from behind. He’ll just bend you over any convenient surface and fuck you until you cry for mercy.” He lifted her to her feet effortlessly and pushed her facedown over the nearest bench.

Matt’s warm hand pushed the T-shirt up and slid over her ass, grazing the moist lips of her pussy. She gasped as he teased the folds open but didn’t actually penetrate her vagina. “And Ryan and Ty, they like to share.”

She grunted as he pushed his thumb deep into her pussy. She could already feel her muscles fluttering with excitement. He wiggled the digit, withdrew it, and then pushed two fingers into her slit. He fucked her with his fingers until she thought she’d go mad with need. She squirmed against the bench, trying to ease her arousal, but his big hand held her pressed against the hard surface.

“Now the thing about sharing,” he said casually as if they were having a civilized conversation, “is that Ryan will want to fuck this pretty pussy while Ty takes your ass.”

Matt pressed his thumb against the rosette of her ass, and she couldn’t help but press back against him. He pushed the thick digit into her anus, and she rocked against his fingers, needing, aching, wanting what his dark words promised.

His fingers and thumb fucked her pussy and ass as her whole body quivered and tingled. One touch of her clit and she’d be screaming her release. She panted, waiting, hoping he’d finish what he started but fearing this might have been part of his test.

“And that’s all before you meet our brothers Brock and
Lachlan
. They’re both Doms. Do you know what that means?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. “It means they like to tie their women down and whip them before fucking every single hole. This bruise on your ass is going to feel like a feather compared to what Brock and
Lachlan
are going to do.”

She shivered with a touch of fear. Matt was trying to scare her, trying to get her to leave—and possibly succeeding—but then she saw Ty wink and realized that Brock and
Lachlan
weren’t the ogres Matt was making them out to be. She’d read books of Doms and subs before and believed that it was usually about mutual satisfaction, not the sort of torture Matt described.

Matt’s fingers stilled in her ass and pussy. “Ready to go home now?” he asked quietly.

“No,” she said breathlessly. His fingers started moving again, and she moaned at the delicious sensation. “I want to stay,” she said more firmly even though orgasm beckoned. Just one more thrust, one touch of her clit, one more intense sensation…

Matt slapped her ass, and the sting went straight to her womb. She whimpered as her climax swept through her, her legs stiffening, her back arching, her pussy and ass pulsing around his fingers. Matt continued to press into her, his other hand stroking soothingly down her spine. She sighed as warmth flowed through her tired limbs and then sighed again when Matt withdrew his fingers slowly.

He seemed to be breathing as heavily as she was, and she tried to stand up, wanting to give him whatever he needed to experience the same sort of intense pleasure he’d just given her. But he held her down and wouldn’t let her move.

She got the impression he was silently conferring with his brothers, and then he said tiredly, “Fine. You can stay until the storm is over. Then if you still don’t want to go home, we’ll figure out something more permanent.”

He left the room without a backward glance.

* * * *

John watched his brother’s painful looking gait as he walked from the room. Poor guy. Making a haughty exit while sporting the mother of all hard-ons was not an easy task. He glanced down at his own erection and then over to the woman who’d caused it. Hell, the woman was hot. She’d not only taken everything Matt had said and done, but she’d thoroughly enjoyed it.

He saw Ryan and Ty smile happily but noticed that Peter wasn’t in the room. John wasn’t sure when Peter had left but would bet a dozen credits it was before Mikayla’s stunning climax. John made a mental note to get to the bottom of Peter’s problem, but first he needed to deal with one very exhausted woman.

He made it to Mikayla’s side before either of the twins.

“Come on, princess,” he said as he helped her to stand and steadied her when she seemed to wobble. “Let’s get you cleaned up and back to bed.”

She nodded tiredly and leaned against him. She stumbled a step or two, so John lifted her into his arms and carried her the rest of the way to his quarters.

He helped her to strip off the T-shirt, and after more effort than he would’ve thought necessary, he managed to untangle her from the string outfit. It was the same outfit all of the whores wore at the club he and his brothers visited when the need took them, but for some reason, he didn’t like Mikayla wearing it.

Matt may have paid for her to be their whore for a year, but the woman had chosen to stay even when she had another option, so to John’s way of thinking that didn’t make her a prostitute. Semantics, perhaps, considering that she’d agreed to have sex with all of them, but John could see the distinction.

He held the despised string outfit in his hand for a moment before opening the incinerator shoot and dropping it in. Mikayla smiled, suggesting that she was as glad to see the outfit go as he was.

He helped her into the shower, showed her where everything was, and left the bathroom. Then he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering about proper etiquette. Should he offer her his bed and sleep in his office, or should he invite her into his bed for the night?

The latter appealed far too much, and he felt the erection that hadn’t quite gone down start to swell again. She was beautiful and feisty and brave, and the least he should do would be to give her the choice.

A soft sound from the doorway alerted him to her presence, and he tried to keep his libido under control as she stepped into his bedroom wearing nothing but a towel. He mentally tried to berate himself—he’d seen her completely naked only minutes ago—but it didn’t seem to change the fact that he felt highly aroused seeing her wrapped in a towel.

She seemed to be nervous and unsure what to do next, so he quickly levered himself off the bed and headed toward his closet. He grabbed a clean T-shirt for her but didn’t really have anything else that would fit her. He made a mental note to order some smaller clothing next time he was in town, assuming, of course, that she didn’t change her mind and leave when the storm was over.

John handed her the shirt and watched, slightly amused, as she managed to get the shirt on before removing the towel. Even after the incredible display she’d given them in Ryan and Ty’s lab, the woman still held on to her modesty. On this planet, that was a rare thing.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, and she nodded enthusiastically. “Okay, I’ll bring you some food, and then I want you to get some sleep.”

She looked like she might argue, but her words were interrupted by a huge, jaw-cracking yawn. He laughed quietly and couldn’t help but brush the wayward curls from her forehead.

“Will you stay with me?”

He shook his head, unsure whether she was asking for him to stay to keep her company or to keep her
company
. “Sorry, princess. I have a heap of work to do, and you really need to get some rest.”

“Can I come find you after I get some sleep?”

He smiled at her words. It was nice that she wanted to spend time with him, but he suspected it had more to do with not being left alone than with any real attraction she felt for him.