Blake, Abby - Hot Inspiration [A Bride for Eight Brothers 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (9 page)

“I’m traveling back to M652wd in two days. I’ve got room for a passenger.”

Officer Haloden nodded slowly, obviously working the logistics through his head. He could conduct a lot of his investigation from the anonymity of seeming to work for the Davidson brothers. Add Bryce’s undercover experience to the mix, and they might just have a chance of stopping Zedahla’s father from hurting anyone else.

“Excellent,” Officer Haloden said with a serious smile. “Just let me sort out a few things with my boss, and I’ll meet you the day after tomorrow.”

Lachlan watched the man walk away, hoping like hell that he was reading the man correctly. The last thing he needed was to invite a traitor into their midst.

* * * *

Later that night, Brock watched Mikayla and Tracey as they sat at the table playing some type of three dimensional game that required lots of giggles. It sounded so good to hear the women laughing that Brock could almost believe Lachlan’s news that he was heading back to the planet wouldn’t piss Mikayla off.

According to his parents, Zedahla had settled into the senior Davidson household with little fuss. Brock’s mothers had both been appalled by the young woman’s injuries, and already they seemed to have taken her under their motherly protection. Maybe Zedahla’s presence would distract them for a little while from their campaign for grandchildren.

Eventually, the game came to an end, and Rick and Tracey excused themselves and headed to their bedroom. They’d decided to rent a suite of rooms so they could all have a little privacy while still being close enough to deal with any trouble that may have come their way. Fortunately, that seemed unlikely now that Zedahla was hidden away, so Tracey and Rick planned to head home to California in the morning.

Mikayla slipped into his embrace as Rick and Tracey wished them goodnight and left the main room. Brock held Mikayla close but nearly cursed a blue streak when she tilted her head back and demanded to know what was wrong.

Damn. Either he was slipping in his duties as a Dom, or his lovely wife was learning to read his moods too easily. Either way, it didn’t bode well for the type of plans he and Lachlan had for their sub before they explained why Lachlan was leaving.

“What’s wrong?” she demanded once more.

Without answering her, Brock leaned down, captured her lips with his own, and lifted her into his arms. He kissed her deeply as he carried her into the bedroom. By the time they broke apart to breathe, Mikayla was beautifully pliant in his arms and her eyelids had become heavy with desire. She stood still and allowed him to strip her clothes away before he buckled the cuffs to her wrists. She smiled sweetly as he hooked them behind her back and urged her to her knees.

“Are you comfortable, sub?”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered, already looking relaxed. It still amazed him how beautiful his woman could look when she willingly submitted to his domination. Mikayla was everything he could ever ask for in a wife, a lover, and a submissive, and his love for her grew every day.

Lachlan stood by the doorway, watching them as he lazily rubbed a hand over his hard cock. They had planned to test Mikayla on the proper use of her safe word but didn’t want to worry Tracey or Rick if they overheard them. Bondage could be easily misinterpreted, especially by a police officer who dealt with domestic violence on a daily basis.

“I love you, Mikayla,” Brock said as he touched her face gently.

“I love you, too, Brock. Now can I please suck your cock?”

Brock tried to hide his smile, but even Lachlan laughed at their sub’s naughtiness. He stepped into the room, lifted Mikayla into his arms, and arranged her face down over his lap. Brock grabbed the ball gag from Lachlan’s bag, and Mikayla willingly opened her mouth and let him fasten it in place. He smiled at her relieved sigh and suspected it was as much from the fact he hadn’t used the O-ring as it was her relief that she’d be able to stay quiet and not upset anyone in the neighboring room.

“Show me your safe signal,” Brock said in a tone that brooked no argument. Mikayla immediately closed and opened her hands three times and left them open wide. “Thank you, baby girl. Are you comfortable?”

He could almost see her rolling her eyes even though she was faced away from him. This position wasn’t really meant to be comfortable—how comfortable could it be to lie face down over Lachlan’s hard thighs with her arms tied behind her back?—but it was important that they weren’t actually hurting her. She nodded.

Lachlan rubbed her bottom with his hand, warming it first before placing tiny little pinches against the skin. Mikayla squeaked at the first few, probably because the pinches were smaller, more localized stings than a spanking, but she soon began to squirm in Lachlan’s hold. Her juices quickly covered her labia and thighs, and she breathed heavily around the ball gag.

Brock moved closer, thrust two fingers deep into her pussy, and began to fuck her slowly. She tried to grind her clit against Lachlan’s thigh, but he held her just out of reach, and she growled in protest.

She was close. Brock could feel her orgasm building, so he pulled away. Even Lachlan stopped touching her, simply holding her still as she growled her discontent. When she finally settled, they began again, Lachlan giving her tiny, stinging pinches, Brock thrusting his fingers deep and hard into her pussy.

But as she got close again, they both pulled away.

Chapter Eight

Mikayla growled, but the damn ball gag lessened the sound and made her even more frustrated. She should be used to these two by now. Denying her orgasm had been a favorite game of theirs ever since she’d met them, but every time they did it, she wanted to smack them both. Well, she wanted to smack them right up until the point that they let her finally orgasm and the intensity of her long denied climax overwhelmed every other thought.

But right now, she lay quietly over Lachlan’s lap, trying to calm down quickly so that they would start again. Every nerve ending tingled, her clit felt swollen and needy, her breasts heavy and aching, and heat snaked through her veins like a chemical fire. She had no choice but to breathe through it. Even without them touching her, the orgasm threatened to overwhelm her. But she knew what would happen if she came without their permission, so she held still and tried really,
really
hard to calm her frazzled nerves.

“Good girl,” Brock said in approval. Heat melted through her a moment before a thumb pushed into her pussy and thick fingers found her clit. She panted against the intense sensations, her orgasm threatening, her muscles shaking with the effort to hold back.

“Come for us, little one,” Lachlan said then bit her ass. She would’ve screamed, but the ball gag held her silent. Electricity leapt through her, searing every nerve, tightening every muscle, stealing every breath before blasting outward and shaking her entire body.

She shivered as overwhelming release washed through her and then moaned deeply as the rocking, rolling, melting sensation continued.

Finally, she lay limp over Lachlan’s lap, panting around the ball gag, the ache in her shoulders and arms barely noticeable. She felt the wrist cuffs being unlocked and whimpered as Brock lifted her into the middle of the bed and helped her move her arms to a more natural position. Lachlan undid the ball gag, and she clenched and unclenched her jaw in an effort to ease the ache. They lay down on either side of her, soothing her with gentle strokes as her breathing finally returned to normal.

Lachlan kissed her, moving over her, pressing her hard against the bed as he thrust his cock against her swollen clit. The nerves zinged, sending heat rolling through her once more. She moaned as he teased her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth over and over but his cock just rubbing over her sensitized flesh.

He held her on the edge, easing away when she once again got close.

Brock rolled her onto her stomach, moved over her, and thrust his lubed cock against the crease of her ass. He rubbed between the cheeks, touching the sensitive pucker of her anus but never pushing inside. He licked and nibbled her neck and ear as he whispered what they planned to do. She shuddered in anticipation, even as he moved away and Lachlan lifted her to her hands and knees. He stood at the edge of the bed, tilted her chin up with his warm hand, and caressed her cheek tenderly.

“Suck me,” Lachlan said as he pushed his hard cock against her mouth. She opened for him, licking the underside of his erection as he thrust hard. She swallowed around him, relaxing her throat and taking him deeper.

He held still while Brock pushed a thick dildo into her pussy and began to fuck her gently with the toy. She hummed against Lachlan’s cock as Brock pushed the toy into her and secured it in place with elastic straps that connected to a Velcro belt around her waist. He smoothed a hand over the small welts on her ass before returning to the toy and turning it on.

“Do not come,” he said as she started to shake uncontrollably. Lachlan pulled away a moment, then thrust into her mouth, once, twice. He held still as Brock adjusted the front strap so that the imbedded beads rubbed against her swollen clit. She groaned as the shaking grew stronger, her release imminent.

“Do not come,” Brock said in a voice that promised dire punishment if she disobeyed.

She tried to relax, tried to hold back, tried to breathe through the sensation of lava flowing her veins and heating her pussy, but when Brock moved the straps from the crease of her ass and slid his hard cock into her back passage, she was lost.

Instantly, orgasm ripped through her, her ass, her pussy, her stomach all pulsing with her climax. Over and over heat swept through her, and her men began to fuck her in earnest. She gasped as Lachlan pressed deeper, fucking her harder as he swelled and exploded in her mouth. She swallowed, drinking him greedily as her ass tightened around Brock and he, too, lost control, finally pounding into her ass over and over and over until he hurled his seed deep into her back passage.

They collapsed on the bed, a sweaty, sticky mess, both of her men still inside her body as the vibrator continued to stimulate her pussy and the beads rubbed her clit. She moaned as the sensations kicked her into orgasm again, and then again, and then again.

Finally, her husbands pulled away, and one of them turned off the vibrator. She practically sobbed her relief as they undid the strap and carefully removed the beads from her swollen, aching clit. Lachlan rolled her onto her back and gently licked and suckled the sore flesh for a moment before rolling her onto her stomach and inspecting her red ass.

“Bath first,” he said as he carefully lifted her into his arms. “And then we’ll discuss your punishment.”

“Punishment?” she squawked indignantly. Surely leaving the vibrator on as long as they did was punishment enough. Every bone in her body seemed to have melted.

“You came without permission, baby girl. Four times, if I counted correctly.”

“That’s not fair,” she said, trying to muster the energy to argue.

“That’s what makes it so much fun,” Lachlan said as he kissed her softly.

She smiled at her husband’s knowing grin. Fun? Well, she couldn’t really argue with that.

* * * *

Bryce watched the monitor as three separate aircraft buzzed around the building. It would seem that none of them were aware that Zedahla had been removed from the planet more than two weeks ago, and for that he was thankful, but their behavior was getting more aggressive. Unfortunately, the local law couldn’t do anything until their high-flying visitors did something illegal. Until then the brothers were on their own.

The only bit of good news was that if the invaders did land, the laws on this planet were the same as they were on Earth. They were allowed to use deadly force to defend themselves from an intruder in their own home. Bryce carried both a stun weapon and his old-fashioned handgun at all times now. He didn’t want to kill anybody, but he sure as hell wouldn’t hesitate to defend himself or his brothers.

They had less than a month’s work before they could pack up and go back to Earth for a while. They’d already decided they could afford to take a year or two off, maybe longer if the brothers could find regular employment on Earth. After everything that had happened in the last three contracts, they figured they were quite entitled to a break.

Even Bryce was looking forward to going home. The house his brothers owned was already up for sale, and they’d made arrangements to park the research station in synchronous orbit until they decided how to put it to best use. Bryce would need to be careful, but the fact that they weren’t returning to the same state would certainly help. They’d already discussed a number of different options but hadn’t made any firm decisions.

Bryce watched the three flying pods scatter when a fourth, much larger craft came into view. Recognizing it as their own cruiser didn’t help still his fear when he realized it contained two occupants. He alerted his brothers via the intercom and went to meet his unexpected visitors.