Mikayla's Family

A Bride for Eight Brothers 6

Mikayla's Family Mikayla and her men are relaxed and trying to start their family. The farm on Earth is proving to be a challenge they all enjoy, but their idyllic existence is interrupted by a threat from Mikayla’s past. Jet Killarney has been released from prison pending a retrial on his involvement in human trafficking, and the suspicious loss of Mikayla and Tracey’s recorded testimonies has everyone on edge. Expecting that Jet’s next move will be to attack Mikayla and Tracey, their husbands move both families into the research station, now parked behind the farm house. But as the waiting grows longer and the threat seems nonexistent, can Mikayla’s husbands distract her enough to keep them all safe and happy?

NOTE! You are purchasing Siren's newest serialized imprint, the LoveXtreme Forever Series. This is the conclusion of the A Bride for Eight Brothers collection. These books are not stand alone. Each is a continuation of the previous book and must be read in the numbered order. Each book may end on a cliffhanger but usually with a happy-for-now for the heroine and one or more men. The final book contains a happily forever after for the heroine and all her men. Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Science Fiction Length: 23,071 words

MIKAYLA’S FAMILY A Bride for Eight Brothers 6

Abby Blake

LOVEXTREME FOREVER

Siren Publishing, Inc. www.SirenPublishing.com

ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy for your own personal reading on your own personal computer or device. You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest. Such action is illegal and in violation of the U.S. Copyright Law. Distribution of this e-book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden. If you do not want this book anymore, you must delete it from your computer. WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. If you find a Siren-BookStrand e-book being sold or shared illegally, please let us know at [email protected]

A SIREN PUBLISHING BOOK IMPRINT: LoveXtreme Forever

MIKAYLA’S FAMILY Copyright © 2011 by Abby Blake E-book ISBN: 1-61034-724-2 First E-book Publication: July 2011 Cover design by Les Byerley All art and logo copyright © 2011 by Siren Publishing, Inc. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED: This literary work may not be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, including electronic or photographic reproduction, in whole or in part, without express written permission. All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

PUBLISHER Siren Publishing, Inc. www.SirenPublishing.com

Letter to Readers Dear Readers, If you have purchased this copy of Mikayla’s Family by Abby Blake from BookStrand.com or its official distributors, thank you. Also, thank you for not sharing your copy of this book.

Regarding E-book Piracy This book is copyrighted intellectual property. No other individual or group has resale rights, auction rights, membership rights, sharing rights, or any kind of rights to sell or to give away a copy of this book. The author and the publisher work very hard to bring our paying readers high-quality reading entertainment. This is Abby Blake’s livelihood. It’s fair and simple. Please respect Ms. Blake’s right to earn a living from her work. Amanda Hilton, Publisher www.SirenPublishing.com www.BookStrand.com

DEDICATION For Alexandra who kept me sane when everything seemed too hard. Thanks, hun, I owe you heaps. And for my wonderful readers who bought every book and followed Mikayla’s journey with me. Thanks. I simply couldn’t do it without you.

MIKAYLA’S FAMILY A Bride for Eight Brothers ABBY BLAKE Copyright © 2011

Prologue The man let his head hang low. It helped to hide the smile that kept trying to break free, but it also served a valuable purpose. If they thought he was defeated, they would likely underestimate his determination to be free. “Jet Killarney, this hearing is to determine whether there is sufficient evidence to warrant a retrial. Do you understand that if a retrial is granted and you are found guilty once more, that the result could be an increase on your current sentence?” He was already serving six life terms. Threatening to extend his stay in prison wasn’t exactly frightening. Would they keep him locked up even after he died? The thought nearly made him laugh. He shifted slightly on his feet, careful to give the illusion of discomfort, not amusement as he answered. “Yes, Your Honor, I do.” He kept his tone respectful and lifted his eyes momentarily to the judge’s face so that he didn’t appear rude. Her gaze was impassive, but he could see the compassion lurking there. He knew this woman believed in the law and would quickly move to correct an error if she felt him wrongly convicted.

Mikayla’s Family

9

The lawyers took over then, arguing back and forth on what was new evidence and what was already discounted in the original trial, but in the end the judge granted him a retrial. Then, just as they’d discussed, his lawyer requested Jet be released on bail while he awaited his day in court. The room was filled with low murmurs, but again the judge ruled in his favor. Stepping into the sunlight as a free man for the first time in several years, Jet was careful to hide the elation running through him. Now all he had to do was find the two witnesses who put him in prison in the first place. Without their testimonies, he would remain a free man.

10

Abby Blake

Chapter One “Spit on this, please.” Ryan held a strange, plastic looking thing up to Mikayla’s mouth and stood there looking at her expectantly. She was so surprised by his request that she couldn’t even force out the question What the hell? Mouth firmly closed, she crossed her arms and waited for an explanation. Ty seemed to think it was rather funny, so she turned to him and gave him the same stubborn look. He held his hands up in mock surrender and backed away. “This, Mrs. Davidson,” Ryan said, waving the plastic stick thing like a wand, “is a way to tell if you are ovulating or not.” “How?” she asked suspiciously. Ryan and Ty were always clowning around, and she couldn’t fully discount the idea that they had a bet going to see if Ryan could actually get her to spit. Saliva on a stick didn’t sound like it had anything to do with making babies. “This is an old fashioned ovulation stick. Basically it detects changes in your mucus and can indicate where you are in your cycle.” She still wasn’t convinced. Ty must’ve realized just how suspicious she felt because he stepped into the conversation. “They’re not terribly accurate, but the medical researchers used them back on the jungle planet. They seem to work quite well with the ‘mouse tears.’” “And, as you know, we were all quite anxious to know when those little demons were getting ready to mate,” Ryan filled in. Yes, she remembered exactly why they needed to monitor that, although considering that her husbands had been loving and attentive but more

Mikayla’s Family

11

interested in cuddles than sex lately, maybe a small dose of the mouse tears wouldn’t go astray. After six months of deliberately trying to fall pregnant it felt a little strange to get only snuggles. “Trust me,” Ryan said in that voice that had her thinking the exact opposite. “Would I lead you up the garden path?” She raised an eyebrow, and he laughed. “Okay, maybe I would, but not this time. This is solid medical science. Well, semi-solid medical science. Like Ty said, it’s not terribly accurate with humans but it will give us a vague indication of when you’re ovulating.” “Is that why I’ve been getting lots of snuggling but no actual sex?” She smiled at the feigned horror of his expression. Ty pulled her into his embrace and started to nibble on her earlobe. “We might be able to fix that,” he said in a whisper that promised heavenly delights. “Just spit on the stick.” She laughed at their encouragement but still wasn’t sure she wanted to spit on anything. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Well you don’t have to spit. You can lick it if you prefer.” “Eeeew,” she said, the single sound carrying all her distaste for that idea. “Fine, I’ll spit on it, but if it turns out that you’ve got a bet going to see who can get me to spit first, I am so going to borrow Lachlan’s bullwhip.” Ryan and Ty just laughed, probably because they knew she’d never do it and even if she wanted to, that Lachlan would not hand over his prized possession so lightly. And besides, she was quite fond of that whip and wouldn’t risk damaging it. She worked up some moisture in her mouth and let a little dribble from her lips onto the plastic stick. She immediately rubbed her lips suddenly very aware of the saliva in her mouth. Why the hell did she have to notice that now? “So what’s supposed to happen?” Both Ryan and Ty were staring at the stick like it was some type of magical orb that would show the future, and she tried not to laugh at two grown men watching a piece of plastic. After a few moments,

12

Abby Blake

they both grinned and turned to her. She could feel her panties grow wet just from the lascivious looks they gave her. “Well, Mrs. Davidson, according to semi-solid medical science you are in for a very long afternoon.” She laughed as Ty lifted her in his arms and headed toward the bedrooms. But he went straight past his and Ryan’s rooms and continued on to the suite of rooms that Matt and Bryce shared. Ryan opened the door and followed her and Ty. Matt and Bryce both waited inside, and judging by the erections growing before her eyes, she assumed they’d been expecting her. “Now, Mrs. Davidson, since we all want to get you pregnant and none of us want to know who fathers which child, we felt it necessary for everyone to be involved.” “What?” she squeaked, just a little bit alarmed. The one and only time that she’d had sex with all eight husbands in a single day had been a wonderful experience, but, oh wow had she paid for it. Everything had been swollen and tender, and she’d walked like a bowlegged cowboy for three days. As wonderful as the sex had been that day, she sure wasn’t looking for a repeat any time soon. Bryce stepped toward her. He’d always been able to read her emotions easily. He’d once explained that being able to sense the moods of the people around him had saved his life more than once when working undercover. The way he read her so accurately, she had no doubt that was the truth. “I don’t know all that much about a woman’s cycle, but there’s at least a three-day window of opportunity every month.” He looked to Matt for confirmation. Matt nodded and added, “Generally a three-to-six-day time frame during ovulation.” Bryce raised an eyebrow at her then smiled mischievously. “How about we tell the others to disappear, and Matt and I will show you how much we love you. These clowns,” he said, pointing over his shoulder at Ryan and Ty, “can come back tomorrow.”

Mikayla’s Family

13

She giggled at the put-out expression on Ryan’s face. “I don’t think they’d like that,” she said in a conspiratorial whisper loud enough so that everyone could hear. “How about we all promise to be gentle?” Ty said with a rather serious look on his face. “Not too gentle,” she said quickly. Hell, being treated like she was fragile was far more irritating than walking a little funny for a few days. Bryce smiled, pulled her close for a hug, and then captured her lips with his own. He kissed her gently, sweetly, softly until she growled and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Bryce laughed quietly, and she wiggled in delight when Matt’s hands slid in between them and started to undo the buttons of her dress. She could’ve lifted this one over her head, but it seemed far more important to not break the incredible kiss. No matter how often Bryce kissed her, she just wanted to melt at his feet every single time. The man sure knew what he was doing. The dress slid off her shoulders and then calloused hands cupped her breasts trapping the taut nipples between fingers. Matt caressed the peaks gently, the soft touch playing havoc with her thought processes. Smoothly, he slid one hand lower, toying with the elastic of her panties before pushing his hand inside and rubbing his fingers over the top of her mound. He teased her for a moment before sliding a finger through her folds and finding her clit. She moaned around Bryce’s tongue as Matt massaged the rapidly swelling bundle of nerves. Her legs began to wobble, and she felt both her men move closer, trapping her between them. Mikayla smiled at their teamwork. Even though Matt and Bryce had been estranged for years, it had taken barely no time at all for them to fall back into the same type of close relationship as Ryan and Ty. Clearly, being a twin was not something easily forgotten. Matt’s thick finger slid lower, found her pussy, and pushed inside. She moaned at the teasing invasion and tried to lower herself onto his

14

Abby Blake

hand. Matt laughed as he nipped at the back of her neck and removed his hand completely. “All in good time,” he said in a voice that promised unlimited pleasure. He pushed her panties to the ground, and then Bryce lifted her out of them. He walked the few steps to his bed and gently lowered her to a sitting position on the edge. She glanced over to see Ryan and Ty watching, their clothes gone, their cocks in their hands. Matt eased her backward onto the mattress, her legs dangling over the edge, her pussy opened and exposed. Bryce and Matt sat on either side, each grabbing a thigh and opening her wider. Ryan looked ready to explode even before he stepped closer. He lowered to his knees, pressed his hands against the inside of her thighs and his tongue against her pussy, and then gently lapped at the swollen folds. Mikayla could feel her internal muscles throbbing, her labia tingling, her clit pulsing as he pushed her excitement higher. She tried to writhe against the bed, but Matt and Bryce held her trapped, her knees pressed toward her chest, her ass and pussy exposed. She moaned as Ryan pressed his tongue deep inside her slit, licking and laving the sensitive flesh. She felt a hand open the lips that hid her clit, and then Ryan latched onto it, sucking it into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, winding her arousal tighter. She groaned as thick fingers pushed into her vagina, curling to hit her Gspot and heightening her need. Mikayla panted as her orgasm slid closer, her ass beginning to squeeze and release as desire wound through her. Matt and Bryce each captured a nipple in their mouths. Ryan sucked hard on her clit, pushing a finger into her ass at the same time. Her legs shook, her breasts ached, her toes curled, and then her climax washed through her, the shaking in her muscles defying even Matt and Bryce’s strong grip. Wave after wave of pleasure slid over her. She tried to reach for Ryan’s hair, to push him away, but strong hands pushed hers down and the incredible, intense sensations continued.

Mikayla’s Family

15

Finally, she lay there gasping for air, every muscle relaxed and pliant. Ryan slid his cock into her channel. He fucked her slowly, like he had all the time in the world, in and out, his movements controlled, casual, his smile relaxed, but then her internal muscles clenched and his expression changed. No longer able to hold back, he pushed harder, deeper, stronger. He came with a groan but quickly pulled away. Ty took his place. Ty grinned as he slid into her pussy, his hands caressing her thighs and ass as he pumped into her with long, deep, steady strokes. Mikayla smiled as he leaned over her to press a soft kiss to her mouth. But she gasped as he quickened the pace, her own orgasm rising to the surface, making her legs quiver once more, but he pulled away, leaving her empty. She writhed against Matt and Bryce’s hold, but they gentled her with long soothing strokes. Finally, Ty slid back into her grasping channel. Her vaginal muscles contracted around him, and his eyes closed as his strokes became faster and his breath caught. His gentle loving morphed into hungry need and, groaning, he held still as his cum pulsed deep into her pussy. She wriggled, trying to get Ty to press against her clit just a little harder, but he smiled and moved away. Ryan and Ty managed to swap places with Bryce and Matt without letting her move an inch, and then Matt was pushing his thick cock into her. Her vagina muscles gripped him, her need to come rising again. He loved her slowly, pulling away whenever she got close to orgasm. He smiled at her frustrated growl. She loved that he needed to be in charge. She loved that he liked to tease her until she was cross-eyed with desire, but oh, how she hated it while it was happening. He grinned at her as if he knew her exact thoughts and then sped up just a little. Again and again he pounded into her, only to slow the pace any time she came close to orgasm. She moaned as he came and pulled out quickly, still not letting her reach climax. Bryce took his

16

Abby Blake

place, leaning over her to kiss her briefly as he slid his cock into her body. Yet he did the same as the others—stopping whenever she neared orgasm, smiling at her increasingly irritated growls, slowly driving her insane. He pushed into her pussy again and again, lifting her need higher, throbbing inside her when he came. She moaned at the unfairness. None of her husbands seemed inclined to let her climax, and she opened her mouth to complain—loudly—but the words jammed in her throat when Bryce looked at the time and said to the others, “Half hour?” They all nodded their agreement, and Mikayla suddenly felt like she wasn’t in on the rest of the plan. Considering that Ryan and Ty still held her in place, it was probably a safe bet. “Half hour?” she asked Bryce. She made sure to fill her question with enough demand that he didn’t even think about not answering. “We…um…did some research, and it turns out that this is the most effective position for getting you pregnant. If you stay like that for about a half hour, the chances of conception are increased.” She hadn’t known that, but it did seem to make sense. “And not letting me orgasm?” she asked, still feeling annoyed at their denial. “That, sweetheart, is to ensure your compliance.” “What?” she yelped. She was pretty sure Ryan wasn’t joking. “Stay in this position for half an hour, and then Matt and Bryce promise to give you as many orgasms as you want,” Ty said with a huge smile on his face. “Really?” she asked excitedly. It was probably silly to be so thrilled by the promise, but even as they were discussing it so calmly, her orgasm still called her. “Really,” Bryce said, taking Ty’s place at her side. “We will give you as many orgasms as you can stand, Mrs. Davidson, but no more penetration,” he warned. “Brock, Lachlan, Peter, and John will tear us apart if you’re too sore for them tomorrow night.”

Mikayla’s Family

17

They all stayed with her for the half hour, kissing, caressing, whispering promises, keeping her on the knife’s edge of arousal. She sighed in relief when the half hour finally ended. Still holding her immobile, Ryan played with her clit and Ty pressed a finger into her ass. The gentle assault combined with her desperate need tipped her into orgasm almost immediately. Heat pulsed through her, every muscle quivering as her long denied release went on and on and on. Panting hard she moaned as liquid warmth swelled through her veins, every inch of her tingling with release. Finally they let her move her legs, and she rolled into Ryan’s embrace, feeling completely relaxed. He kissed her forehead and hugged her close for a moment before rolling her into Bryce’s arms and lifting himself off the mattress. “Good night, sweetheart,” he said, sounding serious once more. “We’ll see you at breakfast.”

18

Abby Blake

Chapter Two “Stop what you’re doing,” John said as he came into the living area where Mikayla, Ryan, and Ty were watching television the next evening. She smiled at him, already aware of what he probably wanted, but happy to tease him just a little. “Is there something I can help you with, John?” His eyes darkened at her husky tone, but he smiled in return. “As a matter of fact there is.” He moved to stand in front of her and held his hand out to help her up. She tilted to one side, pretending to be engrossed in the movie. “Can it wait?” she asked, still trying to look distracted. “Maybe I could give you a blow job while I watch the end of this movie.” John growled softly and lifted her off the sofa. He held her up until she wrapped her legs around his waist and then kissed her so fiercely she was certain someone had sucked all of the oxygen from the air. “When you suck my cock, I expect one hundred percent of your attention,” he said with a mock growl. He nipped at her jaw playfully, and she giggled in return. For the first time in a long time she felt completely at ease. The farm was proving to be a lot of work, even with all the modern equipment, but her husbands all seemed to enjoy the new challenge. Zedahla, now known as Emily, had settled into her new life as one of the Davidson siblings, and Mikayla’s mothers-in-law had stopped dropping hints about grandchildren. Tracey and her husbands planned to visit around Thanksgiving and had been discussing moving to a small town not far from here. It would be wonderful to have her

Mikayla’s Family

19

best friend so close—especially if they both found themselves in the family way around the same time. For one fleeting moment, the fear of getting pregnant returned to taunt her, but Mikayla ruthlessly squashed the destructive thought. The doctors had all assured her that she was unlikely to have another ectopic pregnancy but had also pointed out that there were no guarantees. Life and procreation were often unpredictable, even with today’s medical facilities, so her only choice was to be brave. If it happened again, she knew that at least this time her husbands would all be close. “Concentrate, wife,” John said with a wide grin. “Why?” she asked, trying to ignore the very hard cock pressing against her crotch. “Because Lachlan, Brock, Peter, and I found out that you are ovulating and plan to do our best to impregnate you immediately. We can’t let the others think they’re the father of your children now, can we?” She smiled at his semi-joking attitude. She’d fallen pregnant accidentally the first time, so none of them had a clue who had impregnated her, but since deciding to deliberately become pregnant, they all seemed very determined to be certain no one had any idea who the father might be. “And besides,” John said, rocking his hips against her now-aching mound. “Brock and Lachlan agree that you need a very thorough spanking to make up for all the ones you’ll miss once you get pregnant.” She felt cream pulse from her core. Brock and Lachlan separately were exciting. Together they were overwhelming. Throw John into the mix, and she was liable to self-combust. “What about Peter?” she asked. Peter rarely shared and had never really been into watching her with the others, so John’s rich chuckle caught her by surprise.

20

Abby Blake

“Peter is very anxiously waiting to see you strapped to Lachlan’s spanking bench. I guess he’s just as kinky as the rest of us.” John waggled his eyebrows, making her laugh as well. She supposed they were a kinky bunch. Lachlan and Brock were both highly skilled Doms. John liked very aggressive oral sex. Matt and Bryce both preferred to be in charge and enjoyed withholding her orgasms until she begged, and Ryan and Ty always played with her together. Peter had been her one gentle lover until the mating musk on the jungle planet had stripped away his control and revealed him as the demanding lover he’d been trying to hide. The fact that he wanted to watch Lachlan whip her ass was very exciting. She always enjoyed spending time alone with each of her husbands, but sometimes just knowing that the others were watching lifted the excitement to a whole new level. At the entrance to Lachlan’s room, John pressed her against the door and very thoroughly kissed her, thrusting his tongue hard and deep into her mouth as he ground his cock against her wide open pussy. The door behind her opened quite suddenly, and they almost fell into the room. But Brock was there to catch her, and to give John a frustrated look. John smiled without a hint of remorse and lowered her onto her feet. Peter stepped forward, his eyes already dark with arousal, his cock a solid rod against his jeans. “Your Masters want you prepared,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He grabbed the middle of her simple cotton dress and tore the material from neck to knee. Mikayla gasped at the shocking sound even as her pussy creamed with excitement. Her underwear quickly followed. Both Lachlan and Brock had ripped clothes from her before, but the promise in Peter’s eyes made her weak at the knees. The torn fabric gaped open, revealing her breasts and stiffening nipples. John stepped forward to capture one stiff bud with his mouth.

Mikayla’s Family

21

He tormented the little nub mercilessly, but when Mikayla went to move his head away, Peter grasped her hands and held them behind her. Peter urged her legs open wider, and she complied, trusting her men to keep her safe. But when she tried to tilt her pelvis to rub her clit against any part of John she could reach, a loud slap landed on her thigh. “Holy shit,” John said as she moaned in pleasure. “You weren’t kidding.” Lachlan’s deep chuckle sounded behind them and, as if that was some type of cue, Peter and John moved her over to the spanking bench and arranged her facedown. Working slowly and methodically—confirming in her mind that neither of them had done this before—John and Peter strapped her into place, pulling her hands high over her head and her legs wide open. She could feel her pussy pulsing cream in anticipation of what was to come. “Okay, Mikayla,” Brock said in his most commanding voice. “Ten with the flogger to warm up, and then Lachlan is going to whip this ass until it glows. Count for me, baby girl.” She moaned quietly as his warm hand smoothed over her soon-to-be red ass. The flogger trailed over her flesh softly, and she could almost sense a feeling of Brock teaching Peter and John what to do. The first hit was harder than she was expecting, and she breathed in sharply at the shock. The second stung as well, but it wasn’t until the third that she remembered to count. “Three,” she said belatedly. Brock was clearly not amused, running the soft leather straps against her ass as he ordered her to start counting again. Almost before the first blow landed, she said, “One.” The second was even harder, and she closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall as she forced the word “two” past her lips. She heard someone move and a soft touch on her hand by the time she counted to five, and then a loud protest from Peter by the time she reached eight.

22

Abby Blake

“Look at her eyes,” Brock growled as the ninth blow landed. Peter was in front of her as the tenth hit sent arrows of warmth all the way to her toes. She moaned with pleasure as an extra, unexpected blow landed on the swollen lips of her pussy. Peter must’ve seen the passion in her eyes because he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. She kissed him back, her excitement rising when she heard Lachlan’s whip crack as he warmed up his arm. Over and over the loud noise echoed through the room. She smiled reassuringly as Peter seemed once more ready to protest. As the first sting landed on her left ass cheek, she winked at Peter before saying the word “one.” She got to five before she closed her eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensations tilting her world off kilter. A sharp sting against her pussy lips and the next on the pucker of her ass sent her tumbling into orgasm. She groaned at the incredible sensations coursing through her. Just knowing that Peter and John watched sent the pulsing, throbbing feeling skittering all over her again. She gasped as a thick finger pushed into her ass, spreading lubricant into her passage. A moment later, one of Brock’s newest toys was pushed into her back passage. He set the special butt plug vibrating almost immediately, and she gasped as incredible orgasm crashed over her again. Barely able to remember her own name, Mikayla lay draped over the spanking bench even after her men undid her bonds. A strong hand caressed her hair, another caressed her ass, and two deep commanding voices soothed her as she caught her breath. “That was incredible,” Peter said, sounding almost as breathless as she felt. “You look so beautiful like this. Maybe one day we’ll try this, just you and me.” The suggestion sent both gurgling excitement and niggling fear deep into her mind. If all her husbands decided to spank her ass, she might never be able to sit down. She smiled, and Peter leaned in to press his lips against hers. A moment later, he helped her off the spanking bench and carried her to Lachlan’s newest toy—a bondage swing suspended from the ceiling.

Mikayla’s Family

23

She shivered as they neared the contraption, and Peter gave her a concerned look. “That was a good shiver,” she whispered. He seemed even more excited then. It was the strangest looking design, but somehow Lachlan and Brock always managed to strap her in comfortably while still leaving all of her important parts available to their touch. She swayed gently as all four of her men stepped back and removed their own clothes. When they moved toward her, it seemed that maybe they’d discussed this part in detail because each man took a position around her. John at her head, Peter at her feet, and Lachlan and Brock on either side. Warm hands pinched her nipples until she was panting from the pleasure-pain. A moment later alligator clips trapped the aching buds. She gasped, panting as she tried to control her swift build to climax yet again. Peter stepped between her legs and fit his cock against her pussy. The others moved the swing and built a rhythm quickly. Peter barely needed to move as she was thrust hard and deep onto his cock. He grinned wickedly for a moment, pressed his thumb against her clit, and thrust deeper. Suddenly, the butt plug flared to life again, and her pussy throbbed in response. Peter groaned as he came. He pulled out just as her own orgasm began. The circle of men quickly moved around her, and Lachlan pressed his cock deep inside her, groaning as her internal muscles grabbed at him frantically. He held her thighs, using them to lever her back and forth on his cock. She felt her pussy squeeze, throbbing around his invasion. Between the butt plug in her ass, the cock in her pussy, and the hands caressing her breasts and stomach, her orgasm seemed to go on and on and on. Lachlan looked like he was grinding his teeth before he gave in to the pleasure and let himself come. He gave Brock an exasperated look, but Brock just laughed at his brother’s expression.

24

Abby Blake

John thrust into her before she could catch her breath. The hurried pace and tingling in her ass threatened to tilt her into orgasm again, and she moaned as she felt her pussy milk his cock quickly. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her lips, pulled on the nipple clamps, and smirked happily as she melted into another mind-blowing orgasm, liquid heat traveling up and down her spine as he emptied his seed deep into her body. Brock smiled brilliantly as he took his brother’s place. She felt the butt plug switch off as he slowly pressed into her aching pussy. He set a leisurely pace, fucking her as the swing swung in a lazy pattern. Back and forth, in and out, slide, glide, as if he had all the time in the world. He pressed a kiss to her breasts, biting the soft flesh and licking around the nipple clamps. Slowly, he increased the pace of his thrusts, driving harder, faster into her willing flesh. He smiled as she felt her flesh tighten around him. She wasn’t sure she’d survive another orgasm. But then the butt plug went into overdrive, and she cried out at the same time that his cock swelled and hurled his seed deep inside. He pressed a hand over her clit, grinding his palm against her swollen flesh as he growled, “Come for me.” Every nerve ending screamed for release, and she immediately did as she was told. Waves of heat rose and fell as the swing jerked with her movements and liquid fire filled her veins. Gasping for air, she closed her eyes and finally tried to relax her tired muscles. She jolted at the feeling of falling as Brock and Lachlan adjusted the straps to tilt her ass and pussy higher, but relaxed when she realized what they were doing. It was a very similar position to the one that Bryce and Matt had used last night. She smiled in both relief and maybe a touch of frustration, but at least all of her husbands seemed very eager to make her pregnant. She was almost asleep before they took her down. And then Brock and Lachlan washed every inch of her and spent almost an hour

Mikayla’s Family

25

soothing her sore ass and tired muscles. Pressed between the two, she fell asleep with visions of the babies she hoped she and her eight husbands had made together.

26

Abby Blake

Chapter Three Ty lifted the newborn calf into the basket of the medical scanner and tried very hard to concentrate on his current task. It was state-ofthe-art diagnostic machinery that would check the overall health and scan for any genetic abnormalities on any of the animals they raised on the farm. When they’d first set up the machine, he’d been really excited, but today his attention wandered. He kept glancing at the horizon anxious for the visitors he and his brothers knew would arrive soon. None of them liked keeping secrets from Mikayla, but in this case they’d all felt it wise—at least until their visitors arrived. The last six months had been a series of disappointments for Mikayla. She’d gotten pregnant so easily the first time that she, and perhaps to a lesser extent, her husbands, had expected her to become pregnant very quickly—once they put their minds to the task, of course. Yet each month had become a cycle of excited expectation and careful planning followed by devastating disappointment. The doctors had assured them that it was quite normal for it to take several months for a human female to get pregnant. They’d even suggested it could take a year or more. Even though he knew Mother Nature often worked on her own schedule, Ty wasn’t sure how long he could watch Mikayla be disappointed over and over, month after month. The ovulation stick was in some ways an effort to bring science to their procreation efforts. But if he’d known the news that would soon follow, he would’ve reconsidered the whole getting-theirwife-pregnant thing. At least for the moment.

Mikayla’s Family

27

Unfortunately, the news their visitors were about to deliver to Mikayla wasn’t going to make things any easier. In fact, given everything that had happened over the last few years, Mikayla could very well call the whole thing off. Ty shook his head and tried to concentrate yet again. He went through the machine’s diagnostic steps mechanically, but his waning enthusiasm plummeted to zero when he heard the proximity alarm sound. **** Mikayla was curled on the sofa reading a book when the proximity alarm chimed. Unlike the noisy clanging sound on the station, the proximity alarm on the farm was more of an announcement of visitors rather than a screeched warning of impending invasion. Matt and Bryce both walked into the room, despite the fact that she’d believed herself alone in the house. “Sounds like visitors,” Bryce said with a serious expression on his handsome face. It was usually a delivery driver with supplies for the farm, but Bryce’s demeanor suggested that maybe this visitor was of a more personal nature. Intrigued, Mikayla followed her men to the communications console. She recognized Rick’s voice immediately and held her breath for a moment hoping that Tracey was with him. As much as she loved living on the farm, she still lived a fairly isolated life. Having Tracey around, even for a short visit, was always enjoyable. By the time the small transport craft landed on the front lawn, Mikayla was practically dancing with excitement. It had been months since she’d seen her best friend in person. Girl talk just wasn’t the same over the communicator. But one look at the woman’s face had Mikayla worrying about the reason for the impromptu visit.

28

Abby Blake

“Are you okay?” she whispered as soon as they were out of earshot of the men. It didn’t help that Tracey had arrived with all three of her husbands. It was very rare that all three men—highly decorated police officers—could get vacations at the same time. Tracey smiled but the expression didn’t quite make her eyes. “Jet Killarney was released on bail pending a retrial.” Acid climbed Mikayla’s throat as the implications began to sink in. The man who’d betrayed her, who’d sold her into prostitution, was walking around as a free man. There had been overwhelming evidence to convict Jet for his part in the human trafficking ring that Mikayla had uncovered accidentally, but it had been Mikayla’s and Tracey’s testimonies that had given the judge reason to apply the maximum sentence. The fact that a retrial had been granted at all was seriously questionable. “But they have our testimonies on file. We won’t need to be involved in a retrial,” Mikayla said, trying hard to make it sound like a confident statement and not a frightened question. Tracey shook her head. “It would seem that our recorded testimonies—and all of the backup copies—were somehow destroyed in an unfortunate string of coincidences.” Mikayla could hear the anger and sarcasm in her friend’s words. Somebody was going to a lot of trouble to erase the evidence that convicted Jet Killarney in the first place. “Rick, Tony, and Ashton believe that whatever is going on involves people high up in the justice system. They don’t trust anybody now, not even police officers, lawyers, or judges they’ve worked with for years.” Mikayla could feel her knees wobbling as reaction began to affect her physically. Tracey’s husbands were all levelheaded, sensible men and not prone to overreaction or paranoia. If they didn’t know who to trust, then it was a safe bet that things were very serious and probably very dangerous for Mikayla and Tracey right now.

Mikayla’s Family

29

Tracey must’ve noticed Mikayla’s reaction because she grabbed her hand and practically dragged her into the house. Mikayla didn’t miss the fact that all eight of her husbands had somehow managed to greet their visitors despite their heavy work schedules. And she certainly didn’t miss the fact that all eleven men watched Mikayla and Tracey enter the house. Whatever they were planning, Mikayla had no doubt they’d keep their women safe, but she also knew they’d all lay their lives on the line to protect them. Losing any of hers or Tracey’s men was not an option. Damn Jet Killarney and his interference in their lives. **** Peter watched from a distance as the color drained from Mikayla’s face. All eight of the brothers had discussed how to break the news to her but had finally agreed that letting Tracey tell her would be the best choice. Mikayla worked so hard to remain strong and independent that she would’ve denied the fear and refused their emotional support. At least with Tracey she would feel more comfortable reacting honestly. Of course her husbands would give her all the support she needed, but at least this way she didn’t feel completely dependent on her men. Peter, his brothers, and Tracey’s three husbands deliberately gave the women some time together as they stood on the front lawn and discussed how best to keep them all safe. It was a very real possibility that Jet, or someone working for him, would come after Mikayla and Tracey to make certain that their testimonies wouldn’t be rerecorded for his retrial. And it was also likely that they wouldn’t be concerned about collateral damage. “We’ve organized for the research lab-ship to be taken out of orbit and parked permanently on the land behind the house,” Ryan said as he ran an agitated hand through his hair. “The local planning council took some convincing. We’ve had to promise to build a façade over

30

Abby Blake

the ‘ugly’ outer shell so that it blends with the local building code, but at least we’ll have the security and protective shields available to us if the need arises.” “I don’t want anyone on the property besides us,” Ashton said with a worried frown. “If the work needs to be done, we’ll have to figure out how to do it ourselves. I don’t want any strangers wandering around the area.” “Agreed,” Peter said with a nod of his head. “We have no clue who to trust. We need to keep this between the thirteen of us.” “Terrific,” Matt mumbled. “Thirteen. Lucky we’re not superstitious.” “Actually,” Tony said with the first genuine grin any of them had worn today, “technically it’s fourteen. Tracey’s pregnant.” Peter smiled at the happy news and offered Rick, Tony, and Ashton his congratulations. Despite the fact that Mikayla hadn’t yet gotten pregnant, he knew that his wife would be very pleased for her friend. Hopefully, the good news would help lift the mood tonight at the dinner table. **** Mikayla smirked at the feigned disgruntled expression on Tracey’s face. As soon as she’d broken the news of her pregnancy, Mikayla had relegated her to a kitchen stool and taken over the preparations for dinner. Cooking for nine wasn’t all that different to cooking for thirteen—well, thirteen and a half—so Mikayla was quite happy to do the work herself. Despite her assurances, Tracey looked tired. It had probably been a long couple of days. Between the pregnancy, the news of Jet’s release, and the obvious conspiracy to let Tracey be the one to tell Mikayla the news, it was a wonder the woman could stand up. “Why you?” Mikayla asked impulsively.

Mikayla’s Family

31

Tracey didn’t even try to deny that she knew what Mikayla was asking. “I volunteered.” She shrugged. “I know how hard you try not to lean on your husbands—so do they, by the way—and between us we decided that at least by hearing the news from me, it would give you a chance to react before you plaster on your brave face.” Mikayla wasn’t really sure how she felt about all of that. She worked hard to be a strong and capable wife so that they wouldn’t hide things from her, yet they ended up doing it because they felt she was too strong, too capable? Sheesh. Having eight husbands certainly had its downside. “Don’t,” Tracey said with a finger pointed in Mikayla’s direction. “I understand how hard it is to deal with overprotective husbands, and I know that it’s necessary for our sanity not to be treated as fragile.” A crooked smile curved her face. “But in this case I feel that they did the right thing. If they’d told you last night, would it have made a difference?” “Probably,” Mikayla conceded. It was easy to be angry at them for not telling her, but she couldn’t deny that with Tracey she felt safe to let her fear show without worrying that she’d end up wrapped her in cotton wool. “They adore you, Mikayla. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let them spoil you now and then.” Mikayla grinned at Tracey’s attempt to keep a straight face. “Which one of them told you to tell me that?” Tracey laughed. “Um…all of them.” But even as they laughed at the words, Mikayla realized that the one thing all of her husbands had in common was their protective streaks. Even though it was important for Mikayla to feel independent, it was just as important for her men to know that they were guarding her. Maybe she could consider relaxing her restraint just a little. She certainly didn’t want to end up as some weak-willed, pathetic crybaby, but she did understand her husbands’ need. After all, she was just as protective as they were.

32

Abby Blake

**** John was starting to second-guess their decision to settle back on Earth. Before they’d purchased the farm, they’d all carefully weighed up the pros and cons—Bryce’s history as an undercover officer for the drug enforcement agency, Mikayla’s involvement in a court case when she was seventeen, even the closer proximity to Jessie Evans— and had decided as a family that, with a few extra precautions, they would be safe on Earth. They hadn’t even considered the possibility of Jet Killarney being released from prison or the chance of him seeking revenge. It had been so far outside the realms of possibility that none of them had even considered it as a threat. But as Rick, Tony, and Ashton had just spent the last hour explaining, money made a lot of things happen. Especially when they were talking the sickeningly large sums of money involved in human trafficking. The type of people that must be involved to be able to pull off the sort of conspiracy they were discussing was completely mindboggling. But the one thing that didn’t make sense was Jet’s obvious importance to such an organized criminal faction. He’d seemed like such a small player when he’d been convicted. “Is Jet a relative of someone higher in the organization?” “That’s what we’ve been wondering, too,” Rick answered. “But our efforts to investigate have been blocked at each turn, hence, the decision to limit our trust to only the Davidson brothers.” John nodded as more and more scenarios began to unfold in his head. With so much money being thrown in to help Jet overturn his conviction, it was more than likely that someone would be hired to eliminate Mikayla and Tracey. That meant that everyone was a potential threat. “I want to get the women inside the station as soon as we can get it set up,” John said urgently. His stomach cramped at just how

Mikayla’s Family

33

vulnerable Mikayla and Tracey were inside the old farmhouse. It had been modernized, and alarms had been installed, but the protection it offered was nothing like the security measures available on the research base. “I doubt Mikayla will be happy,” Bryce said quietly. “She has her own bedroom and loves the big kitchen in the farmhouse. She’s not going to enjoy going back to the cramped conditions on the base.” They all nodded in agreement.

34

Abby Blake

Chapter Four Mikayla wasn’t surprised that Matt joined her in her bed. It was a little unusual for him to come to her without Bryce, but she’d already figured out that the base would be the safest place for her and Tracey, so it was a safe bet that Matt was here to break the bad news. “I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled her into his arms and held her tight. “But the day after tomorrow we’ll need to move into the research station.” “Matt, don’t be sorry. I know you’re just trying to protect me.” “If there was any other way…” he said softly as he pulled her closer. “It’s okay, Matt.” Mikayla took a deep breath. She knew that her reticence to lean on them frustrated her men, but it was damn hard to let go when she’d spent a lifetime holding herself together. “To be honest,” she said, trying to find the words to explain, “this stuff with Jet scares the spit out of me. He dumped me on a planet where my choices were starvation or prostitution. I have no doubt he’ll kill Tracey and me without blinking.” 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

Mikayla’s Family

35

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.

36

Abby Blake

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.

Mikayla’s Family

37

“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.

38

Abby Blake

“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.”

Mikayla’s Family

39

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

40

Abby Blake

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 oldfashioned chainsaw—grinned, but it was Ryan who seemed to take offense. “I don’t snore.”

Mikayla’s Family

41

“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. “Fuck me silly? Well, you’re going to have to catch me first.” Both men looked startled for a moment, and she used their surprise to her advantage, diving over the smaller bed behind her and scampering to the far side of the room. Truth be told, she really didn’t have anywhere to go, but since she wanted to be caught, it didn’t matter all that much. They grinned, that silent communication twin thing they did so well passing between them before they headed in opposite directions in an attempt to corner her. She felt a ridiculous, giddy excitement just knowing they were coming to catch her. Her breathing quickened, her eyes darting around the room, looking for a way to elude them just a little longer. They approached wearing identical arrogant grins. Close enough to almost corner her, she did the one thing they hadn’t been expecting. She scurried under the bed, scrambling to her feet and running to the other side of the room. Both men laughed at her attempts to elude them, but this time, when they got close enough, she knew it wouldn’t

42

Abby Blake

work twice. She jumped up onto the closest bed, ready to bounce from one to the other if necessary. But she never got the chance. Strong arms grabbed her ankles, dropping her to her hands and knees. She giggled breathlessly, kicking out at them, not trying to cause pain but hopefully enough for them to let them go. “Look what I caught, Ty,” Ryan said with a smug sounding laugh. “A brat in need of a spanking.” Mikayla couldn’t hide the mirth that burbled through her or the arousal that grew heavier with each breath. Ryan and Ty had never played spanking games with her before, so she found the offer rather appealing. “I don’t know,” Ryan said as he reached over from the other side of the bed, grabbed her hands, and stretched her facedown over the mattress. “Maybe we should get one of her Doms to hand out some real punishment. It would seem that just the thought of a spanking turns our wife on.” Ty held her ankles together with one hand and ran the other up the back of her thighs and over her ass. She clenched the muscles, playfully denying him access to her pussy. But he pushed her ankles closer to her body, forcing her knees apart. His fingers ran through the wet folds of her pussy, managing to run over her already swollen clit again and again and again until she was panting with the effort not to come. “It would seem that you are right. She’s soaking wet and begging to be fucked.” Mikayla squirmed in his hold. Ryan and Ty had always been playful lovers but being caught by them like this, being held down, being forced toward orgasm, was building her tension in ways she hadn’t expected. Breathing rapidly, every muscle shaking in anticipation, Mikayla nearly cried with relief when Ty let go of her ankles and lowered his weight over her. His cock probed her slit, rubbing and spreading her copious juices until she thought she might scream with frustration.

Mikayla’s Family

43

She began to wriggle, fighting for his possession, trying to force his cock into her body. But he laughed and pressed a kiss to her neck. “Soon,” he promised as he rolled away, and Ryan quickly took his place. He did the same, teasing, sliding, gliding against her slippery flesh, but not penetrating her, not fucking her. She whimpered pathetically, desperate for their possession. Ryan shifted his weight, still holding her facedown, but lifting her hips slightly. He thrust hard and deep, and she cried out at the incredible sensation of finally being filled. He lifted her higher, fucking her harder, faster. She cried out as his fingers found her clit. Panting, clawing at the mattress, trying to find leverage, Mikayla groaned in frustration when he pressed her upper half harder against the mattress but pulled his cock from her body. “Shhh, darlin’. We’ll take care of you.” She nodded eagerly, pleased to at least hear the words, but then Ryan chuckled and pressed his cock against her pussy. “Eventually,” he added. “Now!” she demanded, finally tilting over into frustrated anger. Every nerve ending buzzed, every muscle shook, every inch of her skin felt stretched and tight and way too sensitive for the soft caress she felt on her ass. “Please.” Ryan slammed into her so hard and fast that she slid across the bed. He dragged her back, pulling her to the edge of the mattress, plowing into her pussy over and over, giving her what she craved, what she needed. Rammed to the hilt, he held still, kissed her neck, and whispered, “Ride Ty for me, sweetheart. I want your ass.” She nodded, eagerly crawling over Ty as he lay down across the bed, his legs dangling over the side. He pulled her legs higher, wider, exposing her anus to his brother’s gaze as he sank his thick cock into her dripping wet pussy. She heard the lube, felt the cool touch on her skin, gasped as Ryan worked it into her ass. Finally, he eased into her back passage, caressing her spine as he slid deeper. They both held still. Ryan lifted

44

Abby Blake

her upper half, his hands caressing her aching breasts as his brother watched. His cock slid deeper at this angle, her grip on Ty becoming tighter. He groaned beneath her, bucked up into her pussy, grabbed her hips, and lifted her again. Together they rode her. In and out. Up and down. Harder, deeper, faster her husbands fucked her together. Their teamwork seamless, their love for her obvious. Thick fingers found her clit, squeezed the little nub over and over. She panted, gasped, urged them both on as every nerve ending burst with excitement. Back and forth heat swelled through her. Over her. Within her. She screamed as her ass and pussy convulsed around them both. Ryan groaned his orgasm. Ty followed almost immediately, holding her harder against him, grinding his cock deep into her pussy as his brother pulsed in her ass. Ryan’s grip loosened, and she fell forward onto Ty’s warm chest, cuddling closer. “I love you both so much,” she said in a breathless voice. “Thank you.” Ty seemed confused, but Ryan chuckled as he slipped from her ass. When it looked like Ty might ask for an explanation, Mikayla pressed a kiss to his lips and said quietly, “Thank you for helping me to not be afraid.” “We love you, Mikayla,” Ty said so fiercely tears filled her eyes. “And we will always, always protect you.” “So that means you never need to be frightened,” Ryan added confidently. Mikayla smiled as she snuggled against Ty and closed her eyes. Sleep beckoned, and right at the moment she had no inclination to deny her need for rest. ****

Mikayla’s Family

45

Ryan moved to the nearest bathroom, grabbed a wet cloth and headed back to the bed. Careful not to wake her, Ty shuffled further into the middle and lifted her slightly so that Ryan could clean her up. When he was finished, he slid onto the bed next to his brother and watched his wife’s face as she slept. Dark color bruised the area under her eyes. She’d obviously had difficulty getting enough rest in the last few nights, and he hoped that the nap she was taking now would help. He glanced at Ty and started to look away but his gaze skidded back to the worried look on his brother’s face. Despite how flippant Ty tried to act at times, Ryan knew his twin brother took his responsibilities very seriously—especially when it came to his wife. Ryan wanted to say something to reassure his brother, but he didn’t want Mikayla to overhear any of their doubts. He took a deep breath, trying to still the tempest of worries flooding his own mind. He felt better just knowing that his brothers were here helping to protect the woman they all loved, but he hoped that when the time came that he could live up to his own promises. **** Ty watched the woman sleeping in his arms. He could almost hear the words Ryan wanted to say, but knew he held silent for the same reason Ty did—he didn’t want Mikayla to hear how worried they were for her safety. For some reason, despite all of the problems they’d faced over the last few years, this time it felt different. Even Lachlan and Bryce were on edge. They both hid it well, but Ty had seen the changes in his brothers. They weren’t the relaxed, confident men they’d been on the other planets. Ty ran his fingers through Mikayla’s hair and touched her face softly. She wriggled, still asleep, and turned her cheek into his hand. And it suddenly became obvious why his brothers were on edge. This time Mikayla was the specific target. The threat wasn’t a few dumb-ass raiders willing to risk injury to steal mouse tears, or even

46

Abby Blake

religious fanatics trying to frame them for murder. This time the threat was from a man who’d already endangered Mikayla once before, and who wouldn’t hesitate to kill her to gain his own freedom. Ty wrapped his arms more tightly around his wife. Ryan shifted slightly and gave him a look that confirmed he knew exactly what Ty was thinking. They would protect her to their dying breaths simply because they didn’t want to live life without her.

Mikayla’s Family

47

Chapter Five The station’s proximity alarm screeched suddenly. Lachlan abandoned his paperwork, grabbed his weapons, and bolted down the hallway. He reached the surveillance room to find Bryce staring intently at the camera feeds. Lachlan glanced at his brother, and concern that Bryce hadn’t seemed to have slept in days washed through him. In some ways he hoped this alarm did bring trouble. If they could neutralize the danger, they’d all sleep more easily. Lachlan quickly took a seat at the communications console and cut off the warning alarm mid shriek. It didn’t mean the danger was past. It was simply so he could hear any outside dangers more clearly. After a few minutes of studying the monitors in tense silence, Lachlan and Bryce were able to identify the incoming craft as a standard courier vehicle. It sure as hell didn’t mean it was a standard courier vehicle, but they had no wish to scare the shit out of the poor mailman if that’s all he was. “I’ll go,” Bryce said, but Lachlan shook his head and pushed away from the desk. “I’ve got it,” he said as he left the room and headed out the back door of the station. He reset the shield and alarms for that door and then jogged to the backdoor of the farmhouse. He made it into the living area by the time the courier landed in the front yard. It almost seemed ridiculous that a simple unexpected delivery could cause so much tension, but with the possible threat that Mikayla and Tracey faced, none of them were willing to accept anything at face value.

48

Abby Blake

Lachlan watched the courier through the monitor for the front door, relaxing slightly when he noticed the man acting exactly as a mailman would. There were no furtive movements or lingering observations, just a young man with what looked like a letter in his hand heading to the front door of the Davidson residence. The chime sounded, and Lachlan waited a few moments before pulling the door open. He’d seen no evidence of a weapon but if the guy were to shoot the moment Lachlan opened the door, Lachlan truly had little chance to react. Braced for anything, he almost laughed with relief when the courier thrust an ornate envelope into his hand and asked him to sign the electronic pad. As soon as Lachlan scribbled his signature, the young man wished him a good day, turned, and headed back to his small flying craft. Lachlan watched until the tiny vehicle was a dot on the horizon and then turned his attention to the envelope in his hand. Everything about it suggested that it was simply what it appeared, but the return address was unfamiliar, so he decided against taking stupid chances. “Bryce, it looks like it’s just a letter,” he said into the short range communicators they all now carried. “Stand down the alert and have Ty meet me in his lab in the barn.” “Will do,” Bryce said in his usual steady voice. No matter how difficult things got or how much a situation might rattle him, Bryce always seemed relaxed. Despite the lack of sleep, Bryce still projected quiet confidence. Lachlan knew it was years of practice that held the façade in place, but it was still comforting to know Bryce was always in control. Only Mikayla and Matt had witnessed Bryce’s nightmares—the one place Bryce couldn’t control his fears. Lachlan only knew of them because Mikayla had confided her worries to him one day after a particularly intense and sleepless night. But even with the proof that Bryce was indeed as flawed a human as the rest of them, Lachlan was relieved to have the man around.

Mikayla’s Family

49

Ty was in the lab by the time Lachlan got there. Lachlan held up the letter for Ty to see and then placed it inside the scanner basket. They’d initially installed the medical diagnostic equipment to be able to monitor the health and growth of their newborn stock, but Lachlan was hoping the machine would also be able to detect anything sinister on or in the envelope. Fortunately, every test suggested that the envelope was exactly what it looked like. Lachlan retrieved it from the scanner and slid a finger under the edge of the old-fashioned, ornate envelope. Confused to find a wedding invitation inside, Lachlan pulled the card out and read over it quickly. One name stuck out—Jessie Evans. “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

50

Abby Blake

“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?”

Mikayla’s Family

51

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.

52

Abby Blake

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.

Mikayla’s Family

53

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.

54

Abby Blake

“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.

Mikayla’s Family

55

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

56

Abby Blake

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.” **** Lachlan watched his wife’s perfect ass turn an appealing shade of pink. He loved everything about her, from her sassy attitude for life,

Mikayla’s Family

57

to her willingness to let them dominate her in the bedroom, and to her ability to tell them to go to hell when she felt it necessary. He simply couldn’t imagine a future without Mikayla. She moaned, shaking hard as her orgasm spun closer. He wanted to keep her here, like this, kissing Brock wildly as he smacked her ass over and over and over, but it was her breathless plea that tipped him over the edge. He smacked her swollen pussy lips, her juices coating his hand as he massaged her folds before pinching her clit. She gasped, shaking uncontrollably as her climax took hold. She wrenched her mouth away from Brock’s, keening a low cry as her pussy convulsed. Lachlan pushed his fingers into her wet heat, thrusting hard and fast, extending her orgasm, wringing every drop of pleasure from her body. Finally she collapsed against Brock, breathing hard, panting words of love in a quiet voice. “We love you, too, baby girl,” Brock answered for both of them. Brock pulled her more fully over his body, pressing his cock against her pussy, seeming content to slide against the slippery flesh without penetrating her. Lachlan turned to the bedside table where he’d dropped the lube earlier, drizzled a generous amount on his hand, and then smoothed it down her crease. She moaned excitedly as his finger penetrated her tight ring, pushing back eagerly as he fingerfucked her ass. Moving against them now, seemingly unable to hold still, Mikayla wriggled trying to impale herself on Brock’s erection. Brock laughed as he moved his cock away from temptation and pinned her arms against the small of her back. “No, baby girl,” he said with a stern grin. “I want to watch your face as Lachlan fucks your ass.” She groaned at Brock’s wicked words, and her anus squeezed tight around Lachlan’s finger. He thrust another into her, smiling as Brock released her arms and helped Mikayla lever herself onto hands and knees. Moaning, she began pushing back against his insistent invasion. Lachlan removed his fingers, quickly lubed his cock, and

58

Abby Blake

pressed his erection deep into her ass. He groaned with her this time, wanting to pound into his wife, fuck her hard and fast, and bring them both to screaming orgasm. But one look from Brock and he found his willpower to prolong the experience. **** Mikayla closed her eyes at the intense sensation of Lachlan pushing into her ass. Her pussy quivered, clenching against nothing, making her need even more acute. “Open your eyes,” Brock ordered. She did exactly as her Dom insisted, nearly closing them again as Lachlan thrust hard into her ass once more. She gasped but managed to hold her gaze on Brock’s. “Good girl.” Lachlan pulled out of her ass slowly, until only the head of his cock remained inside her. Then he thrust back in with such force that she was pushed forward, nearly breaking eye contact with Brock once more. Over and over, Lachlan plowed her ass, pounding against the tender flesh as his grip on her hips tightened. Brock smiled a moment before his fingers found her clit. But he circled it, teasing her, bringing her to the edge but then backing away. Again and again she neared orgasm, and again and again they both slowed their pace, let the urgency subside before taking her harder. But, finally, their control snapped. Brock grabbed her clit, rubbing the swollen flesh between two fingers and setting off delicious eddies of heat in her belly. Gasping for breath, Mikayla pushed back against Lachlan as he pounded into her ass again and again and again. Practically screaming with need, Mikayla finally felt her climax burst through her. Heat like liquid lava drenched her from head to toe, every nerve ending snapping and tingling like an electric current.

Mikayla’s Family

59

Lachlan held her to him, grinding his pelvis against her ass, pushing as deep as he could go. He shook with his release, the pulsing throb of his cock echoing through her body. He held her with an arm around her middle, panting hard against her back as he slowly pulled his cock from her quivering ass. Brock lifted up, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and whispered, “That was beautiful, baby girl.” She smiled, happy that she’d pleased him. As Lachlan moved away, she tried to wriggle down the bed to take Brock’s erection in her mouth. But her Doms had a better idea. Brock rolled over, pinned her to the mattress, and thrust hard and fast into her pussy. Barely able to comprehend the abrupt change, Mikayla’s world tilted as a second more intense orgasm crashed over her. Hard and fast, Lachlan fucked her as Brock twisted her beaded nipples. Pounding harder, faster, more insistently into her swollen, convulsing pussy, Brock groaned as he emptied his seed into her body. Finally, completely exhausted and totally fucked, Mikayla smiled as Lachlan pressed a kiss to her lips and then shuffled away to stand at the side of the bed. Brock helped her into Lachlan’s arms, and within minutes she found herself falling asleep in the bath once more. **** Time seemed to travel far more slowly. Ryan glanced around the barn where he and Ty were trying to catch up on chores, but his usual enthusiasm for the work had deserted him. It had been nearly two weeks since Mikayla and Tracey had been moved to the research station, and still no threat had become apparent. Lachlan had once told him that the worst part of any battle was the waiting, and now Ryan was beginning to understand what he’d meant. Once the fighting started, a soldier moved on instinct, his training falling into

60

Abby Blake

place as life broke down to just the next moment, the next danger, the next threat. But waiting was driving them all nuts. Despite their best intentions, all of the men—Tracey’s husbands included—were beginning to argue amongst themselves. It felt like they were all moving in a type of holding pattern. They couldn’t make plans for the future. They couldn’t travel. They couldn’t deal with the day-to-day running of the farm without major changes and adjustments. The farm was beginning to show signs of neglect not only because everything took an extra step to ensure Mikayla and Tracey’s safety but also because they were always several people short. Mikayla’s pride and joy—her own vegetable patch—looked abandoned. That more than anything else drove home the fact that Mikayla wasn’t able to live her life the way she should’ve been able to. Impotent anger gripped Ryan harder, and he found himself with the irrational urge to slam his fists into the solid walls of the barn. The shrieking of the proximity alarm was a very welcome distraction. “Heads up,” Bryce’s voice came through the short range communicator. “We have one person on foot. Ashton and Lachlan are moving to intercept. Stay out of their way.” Ryan almost laughed humorlessly—he would’ve if the situation hadn’t been so real—at the reminder that there were at least five men better suited to protecting Mikayla and Tracey than he and Ty. Add feeling useless to the list of things that pissed him off. The sound of old-fashioned gunfire stole the breath from his lungs. Despite the situation, part of him had never actually expected it to happen. Ty moved to the open door of the barn, his need to protect his brothers obvious, but Bryce’s warning to stay out of the way likely holding him back. Another round of gunfire broke the tense silence, and this time both Ryan and Ty ignored Bryce’s instructions, grabbed their medkits, and left the barn. Ryan had but a moment to consider the

Mikayla’s Family

61

stupidity of running head first into a gun fight before Ashton’s voice crackled through the communicator. “Call emergency services. We need an ambulance. Tell them we have one injured, one dead.” Dead? Ryan’s heart stuttered to a stop, but then beat double-time when he rounded the corner and found Ashton leaning over Lachlan, trying to stem the bleeding from a wound in his leg. Lachlan looked pissed but thankfully very much alive. Jet Killarney lay in a pool of blood several paces away from Ashton and Lachlan. “Emergency services are on their way. Ryan, Ty, Ashton needs your help.” Ryan could hear the strain in Bryce’s voice and realized that none of the others knew who was dead and who was injured. “We’re on it,” Ryan said urgently into the communicator. “Jet is dead.” He glanced at Lachlan’s pale face and grinned. “Lachlan just has a boo-boo.” Lachlan gave him an incredulous look before his mouth relaxed into a small, if somewhat strained, smile. He was bleeding pretty badly, but it would’ve been a lot worse if the bullet had hit the femoral artery. Ryan quickly took over from Ashton and got the bleeding under control. Ty moved to check on Jet but returned moments later. Ashton shook his head to Ryan’s unasked question. “My bullet hit him in the eye.” Ryan nodded in understanding. The small caliber bullets that Ashton used in his antique Heckler & Koch HK4 wouldn’t have had the momentum to exit the skull so had probably bounced around inside the hard bone, effectively scrambling the man’s brain. It wasn’t what any of them had wanted, but at least Jet’s death had been quick.

62

Abby Blake

Chapter Seven It took less time for life to return to normal than Bryce would’ve expected. Ashton, Rick, and Tony had all resigned from the police force and moved with their wife into a home not far from the farm. They were currently setting up a private security firm and had even spoken to Bryce and Lachlan about some casual contract work. Lachlan had left his options open, despite still recovering from a bullet to the thigh, but Bryce had refused outright. He wanted that part of his life over with. The only people he planned on protecting in the future were the members of his family. Mikayla looked tired. Even as he set the table for dinner in the other room, he listened intently to Mikayla’s footsteps and movements in the kitchen. She hadn’t quite been her usual energetic self the last week or so. For the past few days Bryce had been considering how best to talk her into visiting the doctor. After the vitamin D deficiency she’d suffered on the jungle planet, they were all keen to make certain Mikayla took care of her own health before it became a problem. Bryce heard the kitchen door open and absently noted the lighter footsteps, but it wasn’t until Mikayla said, “Oh, hello,” in an unsure tone that Bryce realized it wasn’t one of his brothers entering the house without shoes. He tried to tamp down his instincts. Mikayla was safe. The only person that she’d known enough about to testify against was already dead. Even if the conspiracy to get Jet released from prison was far reaching and high up, there was no reason for them to come after

Mikayla’s Family

63

Tracey or Mikayla now. To do so would only risk exposing their criminal activities once more. Bryce tried to take a deep breath to calm himself but, despite everything he knew, he still moved toward the kitchen on stealthy feet. He glanced through the partially open door and listened intently to the conversation. “Hello,” the woman said in a pleasant voice. “I’m Leila Sanderson. I was hoping you could answer a few questions about the night Jet Killarney died.” She held out a badge of sorts and Mikayla looked it over before returning her gaze to the woman’s face. “You’re a judge?” Mikayla asked as she offered the woman a seat. Mikayla seemed relaxed, but Bryce knew her well enough to hear the strain in her voice as she tried to be polite to a complete stranger. “That’s correct,” the woman said in a pleasant voice that sounded like it came with a kind smile. “I just need to get a few more details to close the file on Jet’s retrial application.” Bryce knew there was something strange going on. Judges didn’t get involved in the details of a case outside of the courtroom, and they certainly didn’t call the defendant by their first name—especially in such a familiar tone. Bryce glanced at the communicator but quickly decided against contacting his brothers. Any sound he made would be heard from the kitchen, so he wouldn’t be able to relay any information without tipping off the woman in the kitchen that he was on to her. He pulled his stun gun from the holster, checked the charge, and put it back. He’d spent the last several weeks trying to convince himself he was being paranoid. Thankfully, he hadn’t been successful. Of course, now he wished he also carried his old-fashioned Heckler & Koch pistol as well. Unwilling to leave Mikayla unguarded any longer, he stepped casually through the door. Leila Sanderson—if that was even her name—looked up at his entry but didn’t seem too distressed that Mikayla was no longer alone.

64

Abby Blake

She looked at Mikayla questioningly, and after a brief moment of hesitation, Mikayla introduced him. As soon as the woman learned his name, she seemed to lose interest and turned her attention to Mikayla once more. “So you were hiding when Jet died?” Mikayla looked confused by the way the question had been phrased, but she nodded. The woman moved slightly, and all the color suddenly drained from Mikayla’s face. “And you, Bryce,” the woman said without actually turning to face him. “Where were you when Jet was murdered?” Bryce’s instinct was to stun the woman, but as he reached for his gun Mikayla shook her head minutely. Confused, Bryce hesitated. Obviously Mikayla could see something that Bryce couldn’t. “Why don’t you come sit next to your whore while we sort out a few details?” The woman looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile that chilled the blood in his veins. At least all pretense of innocence was gone. Whoever this woman was, she represented a very clear danger. Bryce moved slowly to his wife’s side, unwilling to make any fast or seemingly threatening movements. His heart almost stopped when he saw the explosive device the woman wore around her neck. It would’ve detonated if Bryce had used his stun gun. But it was the miniature machine gun that the woman held aimed in Mikayla’s direction that concerned him most. Bryce stood beside Mikayla, angling his body so that he could protect her if bullets started to fly. The woman rolled her eyes, waved the gun sideways, and smiled sweetly when Bryce moved slightly, and she once again had clear aim at Mikayla. “What do you want?” Mikayla asked, sounding reasonable. This close, Bryce could feel her practically vibrating with anger, but she hid it well. “Simple, I want the man who killed my lover.” She sat back in her chair, looking relaxed as if she were making the most reasonable of requests. Bryce almost laughed. It was far from simple. This woman

Mikayla’s Family

65

was obviously ready to commit suicide as long as she took Jet’s killer with her. None of them would hand over Ashton, ever. He’d acted in self-defense and had already been cleared of any wrongdoing. Unfortunately, the man himself walked through the door, his pregnant wife beside him. “Oh, sorry,” Tracey said, looking uncomfortable. “We didn’t realize you had a visitor.” Ashton took one look at Bryce and obviously realized something was wrong. He immediately went from doting husband and soon-tobe father to wary, alert police officer. “No problems,” Mikayla said, sounding a little strained. “Leila, this is my friend Michelle and her husband Richard.” Obviously Mikayla had figured out that if Leila Sanderson knew that this was the man who shot Jet that she probably wouldn’t hesitate to blow them all to pieces. Tracey looked confused, but a quick squeeze on her hand from Ashton doused her curiosity, for now. “I’ve already collected the things for the charity auction,” Mikayla said in a conversational tone. “They’re in the barn. Bryce can help you load them onto the truck.” Not fucking likely. Even if Leila Sanderson was stupid enough to let any of them leave the room, there was no way Bryce was leaving Mikayla unprotected. Bryce caught a glimpse of Lachlan watching them from the mudroom. Fortunately, Leila had her attention on Mikayla as she gave up the pretense of being a visitor and ordered Ashton and Tracey to stand where she could see them. Trying to appear casual, Bryce placed three fingers on his upper chest hoping like hell Lachlan understood what he was trying to say. Lachlan cupped his fingers together and then separated his hands in a crude imitation of an explosion. Bryce looked away, nodding his head minutely. Hoping like hell Leila Sanderson had missed the exchange, Bryce glanced back to find Lachlan gone. ****

66

Abby Blake

It took every ounce of patience Lachlan owned to creep back out of the house. He had no idea what had stopped him from walking into the kitchen the way he usually did, but he was very grateful that he hadn’t. He had no idea who the woman was or what she wanted, but if he understood Bryce correctly, she wore an explosive device around her neck and was most likely holding a gun on the four people in the kitchen. Finally clear of the house, Lachlan sprinted to the barn, quickly explained the situation to Ryan and Ty, sketched a rough plan, and then the three of them headed back to the house. He just hoped Ryan’s suggestion worked. **** Mikayla watched the woman who claimed to have been Jet’s lover and wondered just how much she knew about the man. “How did you know Jet?” she asked. Despite the frown on Bryce’s face, Mikayla really wanted to know the answer. It seemed strange that a man so calculating could’ve endeared himself to anyone. The woman’s expression grew angry, and for a moment Mikayla regretted her impulsive question, but then Leila seemed to relax. She smiled, the dreamy type of goofy grin that new love, or maybe fanatical love, engenders. “We’ve always been together,” she said with a sigh. “We knew even in middle school that we were destined to be soul mates.” Mikayla glanced at Tracey and saw her emotions reflected in her friend’s face. If Jet had been deeply in love with this woman, it seemed unlikely that he could’ve romanced so many others into the human trafficking ring he’d been a part of.

Mikayla’s Family

67

“So you helped him with the human trafficking?” Ashton asked casually. He may have retired from the police force, but he obviously was still thinking like a police officer. “Of course not,” Leila answered, looking very annoyed. “I studied for years to become a judge. I didn’t have time to be involved in Jet’s business.” She turned her full attention to Ashton, the gun shaking slightly in her hand as her anger grew. “He was an employment consultant—not a slave trader! Jet found employment for people all over the universe. He never did anything illegal. If it hadn’t been for your lies,” she yelled turning the gun toward Mikayla once more, “he’d still be alive. You killed him. You’re the reason he’s dead.” Terrified that Bryce was about to step in front of her and provoke the deranged woman into shooting him, Mikayla stepped closer to the gun. “No, Leila,” she said quietly, hoping somehow to get through the woman’s madness. “Jet abducted women. He pretended to love them and then left them on a planet where the only way to survive is by prostitution.” “You lie,” the woman said, but this time her words were less vehement, less convincing. “I’m sorry, Leila. I’m not lying. The only reason I went anywhere with Jet is because I thought he loved me.” Bryce looked angry enough to turn Mikayla over his knee. He obviously wasn’t happy with her stepping closer to the woman with a bomb, but he stayed where he was, most likely realizing that the wrong move right now could get them all killed. “But I did everything for him. I–I waited. I–I was faithful. I was everything he wanted me to be. He loved me.” A small sob escaped the woman’s throat. “You lie. He loved me.” But again the words were soft, unconvincing, seemingly said aloud to try and quell the internal doubt that Mikayla’s words evoked. “Leila, put down the gun so that we can end this. We can figure this out without violence,” Bryce said in a soothing, deep voice.

68

Abby Blake

Ashton had stepped between Tracey and the gun while Leila’s attention had been on Mikayla. Leila handed the gun to Bryce and they all breathed a little easier as tears began to flow down Leila’s face. But as Mikayla moved closer to Leila, wanting to offer comfort to a woman who was essentially another of Jet’s victims, the woman’s demeanor suddenly changed. “Run.” It was an order delivered with a disturbing grin and strange glint in her eyes. “You want to live? Run.” Leila stood, her hand touching her neck as she fingered the explosive device. “Run,” she screeched in a voice barely human. Ashton grabbed Tracey and shielded her as they ran to the front of the house. Bryce grabbed Mikayla to do the same, but they both hesitated when Lachlan stepped through the door behind Leila. He pressed something against her throat at the same time that Ryan grabbed the woman’s hand away from her neck. Bryce rushed closer and grabbed the explosive. Leila crumpled, falling into Lachlan’s grip as she lost consciousness. He lowered her to the floor, and Bryce quickly removed the device from around her neck. He left the house without a backward glance. Mikayla went to follow him, but Ryan wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “Bryce knows what to do,” he said confidently as Mikayla’s reaction suddenly began to set in. It seemed that every muscle she owned somehow shook independently from the others. Her knees wobbled like jelly, and Ryan quickly sat and lifted her onto his lap. He smoothed a hand over her hair when her teeth started to clatter as if from extreme cold. Ty hurried into the room with the first aid kit. Ryan quickly wrapped a light blanket around Mikayla as Ty dropped to his knees and checked Leila’s medical status. “Emergency services should be here any moment,” Ryan said with a warm smile. “You did well, sweetheart.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then held her close.

Mikayla’s Family

69

Mikayla tried to smile in acknowledgement, but considering how hard she was shaking, the compliment seemed misplaced. When nausea heated her face, she tried to scramble off Ryan’s lap. He must’ve realized her predicament because he carried her to the nearest bathroom, and then held her hair back as her stomach emptied violently. **** Bryce ran. Leila Sanderson had actually set the damn bomb to explode. He’d managed to get his thumb over the spring loaded trigger before the distraught woman had lost consciousness, but that was his only piece of good news. If he let go the bomb would go off, and he had no idea what the explosive range would be. He needed to get as far away from the house as fast as possible. He headed to the lab in the research station and only as he opened the outer door did he realize Lachlan was right behind him. He smiled at his brother gratefully. Bryce didn’t want his brother in danger, but Lachlan had far more experience with explosives that Bryce. If any of them had a chance at dismantling a bomb, Lachlan was the one. If they could somehow clamp the trigger in place, they might have a chance to dismantle it before it exploded. At the very least Lachlan might be able to determine its explosive capabilities and figure out how to store it safely until a specialist arrived to help. **** The explosion made the windows rattle. Mikayla scrambled to her feet. Her mind screamed at her to run toward Bryce and Lachlan, but Ryan and Ty stood in her way. Their

70

Abby Blake

concern for their brothers was written plainly on their faces, but it was very clear that they intended to protect Mikayla—even if it was from her own stupidity. John, Peter, Matt, and Brock all crowded the doorway of the small bathroom where Mikayla stood in Ryan’s embrace. Each of her husbands checked to make certain she was all right before leaving the house once more. Terror griped her anew, but she refused to let Ryan lift her into his arms. She wanted to know—needed to know—what had happened. “Mikayla, please just wait for the others to return.” Ryan must’ve interpreted her expression correctly because he let out a deep breath and turned to Ty. Ty nodded even though Ryan didn’t say a word, and then Ryan held her hand as they stepped into the mudroom and then outside. Smoke rose from the far side of the research station, but it was the two men running toward her that made her knees go weak. Inexplicable anger gripped her as two smiling men reached for her at the same time. “You scared the fuck out of me!” She truly hadn’t meant to swear, but the fear of having lost them and the incongruity of finding them not only fine but smiling like they’d just had a great time was messing with her head. “I’m sorry, little one,” Lachlan said in a voice that suggested he wasn’t really sorry at all. “But you know Bryce. He insisted that we make certain the bomb was no longer dangerous.” “I did?” Bryce asked with a matching smile on his face. “Hey, you’re the one with the experience. I was just along for the ride.” Able to breathe a little easier now that Mikayla knew all eight of her husbands were okay, she managed to roll her eyes and ask what had happened. They smiled at each other like kids left alone in a candy store. “Well, it was Bryce’s idea,” Lachlan began, but he quickly got to the point when he noticed Mikayla’s change in expression. Frustratingly,

Mikayla’s Family

71

nausea gripped her once more. “Basically, we controlled the detonation. We modified the station’s shields to cover all except the small room that used to be Peter’s office.” Bryce took over the story. “We also widened the coverage of the shields so that if the explosion was somehow bigger than Lachlan expected, the energy would be aimed away from the house.” “I assure you, little one, that I wouldn’t have done it unless I was sure it was safe.” She nodded and managed to say, “I believe you,” before turning away to retch several times. Before she could protest, Ryan lifted her into his arms and all of them hurried back into the house. Mikayla caught a glimpse of Tracey and Ashton in the kitchen with Ty and the still-unconscious Leila before seven husbands hurried her into her bedroom. “I’m okay,” she managed to say to a group of men so concerned for her health that they seemed not to listen to her reassurance. “Truly, I’m okay.” In fact, she felt better than she had all day. The retching had been awful, but the nausea seemed to have gone completely now. When her men still hovered over her, she wanted to yell at them all for their overbearing attitudes until she realized the level of tension in the room. All of her men had been frightened for her safety, and she finally realized that she needed to let them react—even if that meant letting them tell her what to do for a little while. She allowed Ryan to lay her down in the middle of the bed and tried not to react when Bryce and Lachlan lay down on either side and the others took up various positions around the room. The distant sounds of emergency vehicles approaching eventually got them moving, but Bryce and Lachlan stayed by her side until the police finally entered the room to collect their statements. By the time the emergency services had finished traipsing mud into her house, Mikayla was nearly asleep. John’s strong arms wrapping around her and his whispered, “I love you,” were the last things she remembered.

72

Abby Blake

She woke hours later, her stomach rolling once more. Trying to make it to the bathroom without waking her husbands proved futile, and by the time she had the retching under control, she was in Matt’s arms and the other seven were crowding the doorway. Again, as soon as the retching passed, the nausea retreated. Matt glanced up at his brothers, reassured them that she was fine and then turned to her with a concerned smile. “How long have you been feeling like this?” “Only since Bryce grabbed the bomb. I was fine before that.” “Are you sure? You looked quite pale yesterday and the day before.” “It’s been a long week,” she said with a shrug. Matt glanced at the now closed door and lowered his mouth to her ear. “Is it possible you’re pregnant?” he asked in a very quiet voice. Mikayla tried to swallow the sudden excitement and fear that the question evoked. It was possible, but it was also possible that the retching was simply her reaction to the fear she’d felt. She shrugged again, unwilling to get any of their hopes up. Matt must’ve felt the same way because he moved to the cupboard and rummaged around the back for a moment before retrieving a small looking box. Without a word, he held his hand out for her. She put her hand in his, and he quickly sterilized the end of her finger and then pricked the tip with a tiny little needle attached to a strange little box. He watched the top of the box for a moment and then smiled. He held it up for her to see, and Mikayla stared blankly at the digital number it showed. “You’re pregnant, honey,” he said with a grin. “This number here shows approximately how many days since conception, which makes the baby’s due date November fifteenth.” “Seriously?” It wasn’t that she didn’t believe him. It was just taking a long time for the information to seem real. After everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, she hadn’t fully discounted delusional wishful thinking. Matt smiled. “Yes, Mikayla, you are seriously pregnant.”

Mikayla’s Family

73

She squealed in delight and threw herself into Matt’s arms. Of course the noise attracted the rest of her husbands’ attention, and the door practically flew open when they came to investigate. Seven sets of eyes regarded her intently as she gave them the news they’d all been waiting months to hear. “I’m pregnant.”

74

Abby Blake

Epilogue Mikayla sat on the front porch of her home and wondered how she’d gotten so lucky. All eight of her men had taken to farming like they’d been born to it. In the past six years, not one of them had raised the idea of accepting another survey contract on a different planet. Mikayla smiled as some of the more eventful contracts swirled through her mind. She couldn’t deny that they’d had some incredible experiences, but it felt wonderful to have a safe and stable home, especially now that they had children to raise. Louise had just turned five and was due to start school next year. She was very bright, very bubbly and sometimes absolutely exhausting, but she was the apple of all her daddies’ eyes, and she never let them forget it. Jacob arrived less than two years after Louise, and then Samuel had been born a year later. Mikayla’s pregnancy with Samuel had been the same as the others, but the delivery proved to be a series of minor, but concerning, problems that convinced her husbands that three was a perfect number. Mikayla hadn’t objected at the time, but she hoped that now the fear and uncertainty had faded into memory she might convince them to try again. She could hear several of her husbands moving about the kitchen, cleaning up after the big Thanksgiving celebration they’d just hosted. Thank goodness the weather had been fine because her family had certainly grown over the last few years. At today’s table, they’d not only had Mikayla, Lachlan, Brock, John, Matt, Bryce, Peter, Ryan and Ty and their three children, but also Emily, and Mikayla’s five

Mikayla’s Family

75

parents-in-law, Tracey, and her three husbands and their four children as well. “It’s so beautiful here this time of night,” Lachlan said as he joined her on the veranda. Mikayla looked over at her handsome husband and shuffled across the seat so that he could join her on the swing. It had been a silly orphan’s daydream to one day own an oldfashioned swinging seat so that she could sit on the veranda and watch the sunset, and as soon as her husbands found out, it had become a reality. The most incredible part was that they’d fashioned it themselves, carefully designing and creating the swing from a tree that had grown on their farm and fallen over in one of the violent electrical storms they had each summer. The fact that it was large enough and sturdy enough to hold at least three people was certainly a bonus. Mikayla smiled as she cuddled up to Lachlan. She was probably lucky swings couldn’t talk because this one had quite a few interesting stories. “Emily looked well.” The pride in Lachlan’s voice was unmistakable. Zedahla had been so timid and shy when Lachlan had rescued her from a violent husband, but now nearly eight years later, she’d grown into a mature, confident, compassionate young woman. Her decision to become a doctor hadn’t surprised any of them. These days Emily was so obviously one of the Davidson clan that, even to those who knew her real name and history, it was sometimes hard to remember she hadn’t always been one of the family. Feeling a little melancholy, Mikayla asked, “Do you remember the first time we met?” “Of course, little one. Finding my soul mate cooking dinner and begging for a spanking is not something I’m ever likely to forget.” She giggled slightly as memories of her first meeting with Lachlan and Brock sent little shivers through her mind. It had certainly been a new experience at the time. But then she caught the part he’d said about begging. “I was not begging.”

76

Abby Blake

“Perhaps not,” he conceded with a smile, “but you’ve done plenty since.” She smiled sweetly and dug her fingers into his ribs. He laughed and pulled her closer, and she squirmed as he tickled her in revenge. She was practically breathless by the time Lachlan stopped his attack. Smiling, he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. “I love you, little one.” “I love you, too, Lachlan.” He held her close for a few moments. When he heard the screen door open, he pressed a quick kiss to her mouth and stood up. “It’s my turn to read a story and put the kids to bed.” He left, but she wasn’t alone for long. Peter joined her on the seat and then set it swinging gently. She snuggled up to him, content just to hold him close. “I got an email from Jessie today.” “How is she?” Amazingly, despite everything that Jessie Evans had put them all through, somehow they’d ended up friends. Not best friends, but close enough to keep up with the major changes in each other’s lives. “Jessie’s good. Tired of being pregnant and complaining that Alicia is being overprotective again,” he said with a smile, “but with only a few weeks left before their twins are due, I reckon Alicia’s entitled to be a little uptight.” Mikayla laughed at Peter’s obvious siding with Alicia. He’d been the bossiest of all the brothers when Mikayla had reached the later stages of her pregnancies, so it figured he’d see Alicia’s point of view. But, despite her current overprotectiveness, Alicia had proven to be Jessie’s perfect match. The two women had been very happy together and the angry, distraught bitch Jessie had once been had disappeared completely once she’d found where she belonged. “I’m happy for her,” Mikayla said quietly. “I know, and I love you all the more for it. You are an amazing woman, Mikayla Davidson, and every day I thank whatever deity brought you to us.”

Mikayla’s Family

77

A little bit embarrassed by Peter’s heartfelt words, Mikayla closed her eyes and snuggled closer. “I love you, Peter.” They held each other as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. But like Lachlan, Peter moved when he heard the screen door open. Ty took his place, and she gave him a questioning look before letting him pull her into his embrace. “Don’t give me that look, darlin’. We simply decided that Thanksgiving was a good time to remember all the reasons we had to be thankful. You, sweet Mikayla, are number one on all our lists.” She smiled at the sincere words delivered with a touch of humor and hint of mischief. Ty had always been the one to handle life with humor, but underneath he was just as serious, just as responsible as his brothers. His kissed her softly, teasing and tickling her lips with his tongue, but after a few moments his movement slowed and the kiss became deeper, harder, more possessive. Ty pulled away with a reluctant sounding laugh. “You’ve always been my weakness, Mikayla. When I met you, even when I’d convinced myself to stand back and let John and Matt love you, I couldn’t resist you. You are the center of my universe, darlin’.” He grinned and winked. “And of course I’m your favorite husband.” A snort from the doorway let her know that Ty knew exactly who was listening. “I love you, Ty,” Mikayla said as she cuddled closer. He held her for a few moments longer, kissed her again until she wondered where all the oxygen had gone, and then levered himself out of the swing. John threw a mock punch at him as they passed on the veranda, mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like, “Not fucking likely,” and then settled on the swing beside her. He set the chair rocking faster and pulled Mikayla onto his lap. “It was good to enjoy the sun today,” John said quietly. Mikayla nodded and smiled softly. It had been a beautiful fall day, perfect for celebrating Thanksgiving outdoors. But Mikayla knew also that memories of how a vitamin D deficiency had affected her on the

78

Abby Blake

jungle planet were never far from John’s mind. He especially worried as winter approached. And because of his worry, she tolerated the blood tests that Matt did every three months and took supplements when needed. “Do you remember that first day in your office?” John’s chest expanded like he was trying to hold in a laugh. Obviously he remembered her first lesson in giving him a blow job, but that wasn’t quite what she was referring to. “The day you rearranged my filing system?” “That’s the one,” she said with a quiet laugh. “The day you made me wonder if it was possible. I’d never felt like a part of a family until you and your brothers welcomed me into your lives. But even when I thought it was all illusion and wishful thinking, you accepted me and let me be myself. There will always be that small part of me that will be forever grateful to you for that day.” “Hey,” John said, sounding embarrassed, “I’m supposed to be the one telling you what I’m thankful for.” Mikayla smiled and sat up, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. “I’m thankful that you can…”—he smiled wickedly—“suck cock really, really well.” Mikayla smacked him playfully as they both laughed. After a moment, he sobered and held her close. “And I’m also very thankful that you came into our lives. It takes an amazing woman to put up with all of us. I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you, Mikayla.” “I love you, too, John.” She returned his wicked smile. “Especially when you su—” He cut her off with a hand over her mouth. “Shhh…if you start talking dirty, I won’t be able to leave this swing without showing you exactly how thankful I am.” Mikayla nodded enthusiastically, but the screen door opened and someone stomped onto the veranda. John grinned as he lifted Mikayla off his lap and settled her back onto the cushions. He winked, and then he was gone.

Mikayla’s Family

79

Brock quickly took his place, but not before he kissed her with all the unleashed passion she’d come to expect from her most demanding Dom. Where Lachlan was indulgent, Brock was the exact opposite. He was strict, uncompromising, and definitely in charge, and Mikayla couldn’t dispute his ability to turn her on simply by gripping her wrist and speaking to her in that low tone of voice that set every inch of her throbbing. But by far Brock’s most amazing talent was that he asked for and expected her trust, not blind obedience. And he somehow let her be herself, even when he was being bossy. “I can’t believe it’s nearly ten years already.” Mikayla nodded in agreement. Living and loving the Davidson brothers was the most amazing adventure of her life, and she prayed that they all had many, many more years together. “I still hear the words you said to Tracey years ago. I’ll be forever grateful to her for convincing you to stay with us.” “You heard that?” She shouldn’t be surprised. It had been a very emotional time for all of them, and it would’ve been just like Brock to listen at the door. He colored slightly in the fading light, and she leaned over and touched her hand to his face. “Would you have let me go?” He nodded slowly, thoughtfully. “If it had truly been what you wanted, then yes, I would’ve let you go. We all would’ve. The one thing we’ve always wanted is for you to be happy. Fortunately,” he said with a lascivious grin, “we are what makes you happy.” “Very true,” Mikayla agreed. “Thank you for loving me back.” “Always, baby girl.” He pulled her close just as the screen door opened. Ryan stood in front of them a moment later. “Dance with me, sweetheart.” Ryan held his hand out and helped her to her feet. They danced to music only Ryan could hear, a slow sensual movement as he held her close. “You’re the center of my universe,” he half whispered, half sang in her ear. “Do you remember that plastic stick we asked you to spit on when we first moved to the

80

Abby Blake

farm?” She giggled at the reminder. It had seemed so silly at the time. “We had a bet going to see who could convince you to spit first.” He laughed at her shocked reaction, but she quickly started to laugh with him. She remembered being suspicious at the time. Obviously she knew her husbands well. “So it didn’t tell you when I was ovulating?” “No, we didn’t lie about its purpose. It really did tell us when you were ovulating. We just knew you’d hesitate to spit on it.” She laughed again. That much was true. “So who won the bet?” Ryan grinned widely, and she laughed again at the memory. She’d been so frightened to try for a baby after her ectopic pregnancy, but three healthy pregnancies later, it seemed like a nightmare she’d woken from a long time ago. They continued to dance to the sound of the night creatures as the sun dipped completely below the horizon and shrouded them in darkness. Bryce came onto the porch, retrieved her from Ryan’s arms, and headed back to the swing. Not to be pushed aside so easily, Ryan leaned over and pressed a soft kissed to Mikayla’s mouth. “I love you, sweetheart.” “I love you, too.” Bryce pulled her onto his lap and kissed her until they were both panting for breath. “Did I ever apologize for the way I acted when I first met you?” Mikayla was about to laugh, but Bryce seemed so serious that she pressed her ear to his heart and listened to the soothing, regular beat. “You never needed to,” she said quietly. “I always knew that you were trying to protect me.” He pulled her closer, running his hand up and down her spine as they sat on the swing. They rocked back and forth in silence for a few moments before he said, “Thank you for believing in me at a time when I struggled to believe in myself.” Tears filled Mikayla’s eyes as she heard the anguish behind the words. Bryce’s nightmares had finally stopped several years ago, but

Mikayla’s Family

81

it was obvious that his days of undercover work still affected him. Mikayla shuddered as she remembered the injury that had been the impetus for him contacting his brothers after so many years of silence. Bryce had never told her how he’d broken his leg, had often dismissed it as a silly fall, but Mikayla had overheard him telling Matt the real story a few years ago. Even now, Mikayla still wanted to vomit when she recalled the sickening details of the way he’d been tortured when his cover had been blown. “I love you, Bryce. I always have.” “I love you, too,” Bryce replied in a gruff voice. They held each other in the dark as the swing rocked back and forth. “I finally heard from Leroy.” “Is he okay?” Mikayla asked as concern for the man’s safety ran through her. Leroy had been working undercover on the desert planet for nearly eight years. He’d already managed to have Zedahla’s father convicted of murder several years ago, but each time he’d come close to completing his investigation, another case had come to light. “He’s heading home actually,” Bryce said. “Emily is insisting that he stay with her while he finds his feet back in the real world. Lachlan is about ready to pitch a fit over it.” Mikayla tried to stifle the giggle. Of course Lachlan would be concerned about the woman they all thought of as a younger sister, but it was the fact that Leroy was obviously a skilled and highly trained Dom that most likely worried him. But if Mikayla knew one thing for certain, it was that the woman Zedahla had grown into once she’d changed her name to Emily Davidson wouldn’t tolerate a nasty Dom any more than Mikayla would. If anything, Lachlan should probably be concerned for Leroy. The man would certainly find loving a woman as independent as Emily very challenging. When the screen door opened, Matt walked over and tucked a soft blanket around Mikayla. Bryce went to leave, but Matt pushed him back onto the seat and sat on Mikayla’s other side. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she was reminded of that first night

82

Abby Blake

they’d met. Matt had been so amazingly protective of her, a complete stranger at the time, that Mikayla had never doubted his compassion or his capacity to love. “It was a great Thanksgiving,” Matt said with a contented sigh. “Days like today make it easy to remember all of the amazing things that have happened over the years.” He smiled at his bother. “But the one that stands out, the one I am most thankful for is that the woman I love managed to give me back the brother I needed.” He leaned forward and touched Mikayla’s face with his fingertips. “You’re the reason Bryce and I had a chance to work out our differences, Mikayla.” She shook her head. She may have been the catalyst, but it was Matt and Bryce who’d sorted out the problem. She’d just been there at the time. Bryce pressed a kiss to Mikayla’s mouth and then lifted her onto Matt’s lap. Bryce nodded to Matt in a silent communication that said volumes about how well the two had reconciled, and then he turned and left Matt and Mikayla alone. “I’ve loved you since the day we met,” Matt said with a serious expression. “And I promise to love you forever.” Mikayla bit her lower lip and blinked back the tears. “I’m so glad that you were there that first night. You’re the reason I even have a family, Matt, and I will be forever grateful.” She leaned over and pressed her lips to his for a brief moment. “And I promise to love you for an eternity.” Matt sighed again as he settled her more comfortably against him. Feeling content and happy, Mikayla lay in Matt’s arms as the clouds moved and the stars became clearer in the night sky. No doubt about it. Loving the Davidson brothers had been the best thing that had ever happened to her. The screen door opened once more and both Matt and Mikayla moved off the swing. Lachlan stood nearby, and he grinned as he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her inside.

Mikayla’s Family

83

“Where are the others?” she asked as she looked around the spotlessly clean but obviously deserted kitchen. “Upstairs,” Lachlan said with a mischievous grin. “Getting ready.” “Ready for what?” Mikayla asked with a grin of her own. Matt laughed as he lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. “Ready to show you exactly how much we love you.” Mikayla wrapped her arms around Matt’s neck and kissed him hard. He eventually broke the kiss to whisper softly, “Pace yourself, Mrs. Davidson. It’s going to be a very long night.” Mikayla laughed happily as thoughts of loving her husbands all night long filled her mind. The family they’d built together was simply amazing. She had eight incredible, talented, loving husbands, three beautiful children, and a stable, loving home. Somehow Mikayla Noone, the orphan nobody wanted, had found exactly where she belonged. And she couldn’t be happier.

THE END HTTP://ABBYBLAKE.WEBS.COM

ABOUT THE AUTHOR Abby Blake prefers to read or write romance over just about everything else—except maybe chocolate. Most days she can be found hurrying to do what needs to be done so that she can curl up with her laptop and her latest bunch of heroes.

Also by Abby Blake Siren LoveXtreme Forever: A Bride for Eight Brothers 1: Mikayla’s Men Siren LoveXtreme Forever: A Bride for Eight Brothers 2: Sweet Captivation Siren LoveXtreme Forever: A Bride for Eight Brothers 3: Wild Fascination Siren LoveXtreme Forever: A Bride for Eight Brothers 4: Keen Inclination Siren LoveXtreme Forever: A Bride for Eight Brothers 5: Hot Inspiration Ménage Everlasting: Altered Destinies 1: Lost Ménage Everlasting: Altered Destinies 2: Runner Ménage Everlasting: Altered Destinies 3: Hidden Ménage Everlasting: Altered Destinies 4: Stolen Ménage Everlasting: Altered Destinies 5: Soldier Ménage Everlasting: Fire

Available at BOOKSTRAND.COM

Siren Publishing, Inc. www.SirenPublishing.com