Blake, Abby - Hot Inspiration [A Bride for Eight Brothers 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (5 page)

She smiled despite herself and watched with both relief and trepidation as he spread lube over the plug he planned to shove up her ass. Ryan pushed her shoulders lower to the bed, her pussy still hovering over Bryce’s mouth but her ass presented for Ty’s taking. He pressed the slippery part hard against her anus, and she forced her muscles to relax and accept the invasion. The slight pinching, stinging feeling faded, leaving every nerve on edge. She ground her teeth, trying to calm herself. Hell, at this rate, she was liable to orgasm before any of her men touched her.

“Ready?” Ty asked as he tapped the butt plug and sent heat shimmering through her once more.

She lifted to her hands, determined to take Ryan with her this time. Bryce lapped gently at her pussy as Ryan pushed into her mouth. He started thrusting in a steady rhythm, so she sucked him harder, swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, trying to drive him as wild as they did her. She could feel him succumbing, sensed his orgasm was about to begin, but then Ty tapped the butt plug, Ryan pulled the chain on her nipples, and Bryce bit down on her clit, and she was thrust hard into orgasm once more.

Completely exhausted, Mikayla almost didn’t swallow as Ryan’s cum filled her mouth.

“Oh well,” Ty said, sounding rather excited. “I guess that means you lose again.”

Ryan and Ty practically held her up as Bryce connected the rubbery alligator clamp to her clit.

Her orgasm started almost immediately. Every muscle shaking, every nerve ending on fire, every breath labored. Bryce moved quickly, standing behind her, thrusting hard, deep into her pussy, fucking her like a wild man. She shook, she whimpered, she screamed as wave after wave of ecstasy flooded her whole body.

Deeper, harder, over and over Bryce took her, the plug in her ass burning as another orgasm screeched through her. Completely, totally, and utterly spent, Mikayla finally collapsed onto the mattress, her bones seemingly dissolved. Bryce pulled gently from her pussy, disappearing for a few moments into the bathroom. He came back with a warm washcloth, removed the plug from her ass, and cleaned her gently.

Once he was finished, Ryan and Ty rolled her onto her back and removed the clamps, each laving a burning nipple as the blood flow returned. She moaned as Bryce did the same for her clit, his warm tongue bathing her swollen flesh lovingly.

She let them move her wherever they wanted, unable to find her voice even to consider a protest. Finally, Bryce curled around her, holding her back to his warm chest as Ryan and Ty kissed her sweetly and turned to leave the room.

She was asleep before they closed the door.

* * * *

Bryce woke suddenly. He was shaking and drenched in sweat, the lingering effects of his nightmare pounding adrenaline through his heart.

Mikayla lay in his arms, holding him tight, making quiet soothing noises as he finally managed to separate dream from reality. He ran an unsteady hand down his face, embarrassed to be so affected by a dream. But his wife knew him well. She slid higher up the bed, dropping kisses on his neck, his jaw before she finally claimed his lips.

She kissed him aggressively, thrusting her tongue into his mouth again and again as he groaned and ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach. She urged him onto his back, straddled his waist, and took his aching cock into her slick pussy. She rode him hard and fast as he caressed her hips, her thighs, her ass. She squeezed her internal muscles and gripped him harder, much harder.

Bryce panted, trying to hold back his orgasm. Mikayla changed the rhythm. Lifting and falling onto his cock over and over until his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head. Blindly, he sought her clit with his fingers, pressing and rolling the little bud as soon as he found it.

Mikayla gasped, her internal muscles fluttering around his cock a moment before her orgasm burst through her. Her pussy pulsed, massaging his erection as his own climax took him.

She fell forward onto his chest and sighed, sounding completely relaxed. Bryce closed his eyes, amazed at how at peace he felt despite the lingering memory of the dream that had woken him. The nightmare was usually the same each time—basically a replay of what happened in the hospital on Earth when Matt was shot and Mikayla faced an assassin’s gun. But of course, in his dream, Bryce didn’t get there on time, and they both died in his arms.
 

But tonight’s nightmare was a little different. The setting had changed, but the outcome remained the same.

“I don’t want you to come to the hospital,” he said before he could modify his words.

“I know,” Mikayla whispered.

They lay there quietly for a few more moments before Bryce realized how uncomfortable Mikayla must be pressed against his sweat-slicked chest.

“Come on, honey. Let’s get cleaned up.”

She nodded, her face slipping against his sweaty skin, and he simply could not have adored her more at that moment. She loved him, with all his faults, all his doubts, all his questionable decisions and murky history. Even when they’d met, when everyone believed him to be a criminal, when his own twin believed him to be a cold-hearted killer, Mikayla had seen something no one else had noticed.

He knew he couldn’t live without her, which was why he didn’t want her at the hospital when he had his leg fixed. It was probably total paranoia, but he wouldn’t risk the woman he loved. If that meant convincing her to stay here while he had surgery, then that’s what he would do.

But convincing Mikayla to stay away when one of her husbands was injured? That was a battle he wasn’t sure he could win. Maybe he needed to call in reinforcements.

Chapter Five

Three days later, Mikayla had a pretty good idea that Bryce didn’t want her beside him at the hospital. Not only had Matt, Brock, and Lachlan all taken turns to stress how much faster Bryce would heal if he didn’t have to worry about putting his wife in danger, but Tracey and one of her husbands had just arrived. Rick had apparently been hired to take over Bryce’s security duties while he was out of action. No doubt her husbands figured Tracey would be a welcome distraction for Mikayla as well.

“You look tired,” Tracey said by way of greeting.

Mikayla smiled, happy to see her best friend after weeks of life at the research station with only her husbands. She loved them all dearly, but sometimes a woman just needed some girl talk.

“I’m fine,” Mikayla said. “Just had a couple of rough nights.”

“Bryce?”

“Yes,” she said with a nod, “the closer his surgery gets, the worse his nightmares are.”

“Maybe you should think about doing what he asks and stay on the station while he’s in hospital.”

Mikayla smiled at the irony of the situation. “I’ve already told him I’d stay here.” Tracey looked so confused that Mikayla gave her a wry grin as she explained. “I think I gave in too quickly. So now he thinks I’m planning to do something once he’s unable to stop me.”

Tracey giggled, and Mikayla felt herself relax for the first time in days. It really was a ridiculous situation. She’d slept in Bryce’s arms the last several nights, listened to his nocturnal mumblings, and soothed his fear when he woke. There was no way she’d add to his worries by going against his wishes in this matter. But it would seem that none of her husbands believed her.

“I guess that’s what you get for being sneaky.”

Mikayla rolled her eyes at Tracey’s easy summation. The woman was right, but it didn’t mean Mikayla had to agree out loud. Dealing with eight bossy, overprotective husbands wasn’t an easy task if she wanted to retain some sort of control over her own life. A certain amount of sneakiness was a necessary evil.

“I suspect that Brock will want to ‘play’ soon. Bryce and Lachlan should leave for the hospital in about two hours, and by then I will be conveniently exhausted.”

“I suspect you’re right,” Tracey agreed with a wide grin and then tilted her head toward the doorway where Brock stood with his arms crossed.

* * * *

Brock felt a weight lift from his heart when he heard Mikayla laugh with Tracey. It was so easy to forget sometimes that their wife needed contact with other people, not just her husbands. He’d talk to his brothers about making sure Mikayla had more regular contact with other people.

But first he had a determined sub to distract.

“Mikayla,” he said in the voice he used to signal the beginning of their Dom-sub play.

“Yellow,” she said immediately as she held up a hand for him to stop.

Hell, maybe Bryce had been right. But whatever Mikayla was planning could lead her into serious danger and make it more difficult for Bryce to relax and heal after his surgery.

“Fine,” Brock said, trying not to grind his teeth. “Sixty seconds.”

“Orange?” she asked with a smart-ass grin. He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her explanation. “Brock, not now. Maybe later.”

“Now sub,” he said, not caring that Tracey watched the entire exchange obviously trying not to giggle.

“No, Brock,” Mikayla said, her anger suddenly very clear in her voice. “I want to say goodbye to Bryce and Lachlan without being strapped down to a spanking bench. We can play later.”

“Baby girl,” he said as he stepped into the room. Obviously, their wife knew her men better than they knew themselves. “Bryce wants you to be safe. Whatever you are planning, you need to rethink it.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” she practically growled. His wife sounded supremely annoyed. “For the thousandth time, I am not planning anything. Bryce wants me safe. I want Bryce to heal without worrying about me. I’m staying here. End. Of. Story.”

It was probably ridiculous in the face of his wife’s ire, but Brock really wanted to celebrate. This was the real Mikayla. The woman who not only loved them wholeheartedly but wasn’t afraid to tell them to go to hell when she felt it necessary.

“Okay, baby girl,” he said as he walked into the room and wrapped his arms around her. “We’ll play later, but Bryce would be much happier if you were strapped to the spanking bench when he left.”

He didn’t even need to see her face to know she rolled her eyes at his suggestion. “Fine. Okay. Whatever it takes to make him realize I will be waiting here for him to come home.” She reached up and nipped at Lachlan’s jaw. “But I expect you to make it worth my while.”

He laughed as he hugged her closer. “Okay, baby girl, they leave in two hours. I’ll expect you in my quarters in one hour and forty-five minutes. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with another smart-ass grin. God, he loved it when she sassed him. He left the room as interesting ideas on how to punish his sub filled his head.

* * * *

She found Bryce sitting on the edge of the pool. It was obvious his mind was elsewhere as he stared into the crystal clear water, but she smiled sympathetically at the concerned look that crossed his face. Obviously, he expected her to be busy with Brock by now.

“I just wanted to wish you a speedy recovery.” He glanced around the area as if he might need his brothers’ help to talk her out of whatever he thought she planned on doing. “Relax,” she said, feeling completely exasperated. Some days eight husbands were about nine too many. “I will be here waiting for you to come home to me.” He didn’t look convinced, and for a moment, she wanted to scream at him for being so damned cantankerous.

But then she saw the worry in his eyes and remembered the mumbled words of his nightmare last night, and the rage drained right out of her. She lowered herself to the ground beside him and wrapped her arms around his middle.

“I promise you that I won’t leave the research station—not until you’re well enough to escort me—and you have to promise me that you’ll spend your energy getting better, not worrying about me.”

“Honey, I’ll always worry about you.” He would, too. Considering that he’d spent ten years of his life working undercover and had willingly cut ties to his brothers in an effort to protect them, it was a good bet he’d go to extremes to protect her also.

“Okay,” she said, pretending to think about it. “I’ll make you a deal. You can worry all you like as long as you take the painkillers the doctor prescribes.” She knew he hated not being in control—he and Matt had that in common—but he’d heal faster if he wasn’t in pain.

“Okay,” he said, sounding like she’d just asked him to cut off his favorite limb.

“Good, now that we have that out of the way,” Mikayla said, glancing around as if she was about to share a well hidden secret. “Want to have some fun?”