Blake, Abby - Keen Inclination [A Bride for Eight Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Abby Blake

the seat, grateful to feel Brock’s steadying hand between her shoulder blades. John urged her onto her knees and then eased her forward, lowering her head and shoulders to the floor. He released her wrists from their bindings, helped her move her arms to a more comfortable position, and massaged the tired muscles.
    Brock removed the butt plug and left the room for a few moments. When he came back, she could clearly hear the sound of lube as he slicked his cock. The blunt head pressed against her anus, and she eagerly pressed back against him. He slapped her thigh, ordered her to stay still, and then eased into her back passage. She panted as the delicious sting wound dark desire through her. He fucked her carefully, like she was fragile, and she wanted to growl at the slow burn, but when he pulled from her completely, she just wanted to cry.
    He moved to the edge of the sofa and lay back. John lifted her off the floor and carried her over to Brock. He arranged her over Brock with her back to his chest. John pushed her knees almost to her shoulders and held her there as Brock worked his cock back into her ass. She sighed with relief as John pushed her legs wide and fit his cock against her pussy.
    Their movements started awkwardly, but they soon found a rhythm and fucked her like she hadn’t been fucked in months. Over and over, harder, deeper, each of her men made love to her like she was the only woman in the universe.
    She cried out as Brock grabbed her nipples roughly, twisting the sensitive nubs until she melted around the pleasure. He lowered one hand to her clit, and she was lost.
    Heat burst through her abdomen, the rocking-rolling sensation of having them both inside her while her body went into meltdown, stealing her voice, stealing her breath, stealing her sanity. She screamed as every muscle shook with release.
    Vaguely aware of them both coming at the same time, Mikayla closed her eyes and thanked the heavens for her amazing men. John leaned over to kiss her softly as Brock shifted to nibble on her earlobe.
    Exhausted, she closed her eyes.

    * * * *

    “She’s asleep,” John said, feeling pretty good about the whole fucking-their-wife-into-unconsciousness thing. It was stupid and macho bullshit, but he couldn’t quite convince himself not to be so satisfied.
    “Go get cleaned up,” Brock said. “I’ll stay here.”
    John laughed at Brock’s obvious contentment, and then pulled his softening cock out of Mikayla’s heavenly warmth. She was achingly beautiful like this. She lay sprawled across Brock’s big body, her legs open, her face relaxed in sleep, and John couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be.
    But the shower beckoned, and the sooner he got cleaned up, the sooner he could hold Mikayla for the rest of the night. The communicator buzzed before he could get three steps, so he turned and answered the damn thing. Luckily it was Lachlan. Anyone else might’ve been shocked by him answering the sub-space communicator naked as a jaybird.
    “We have a problem,” Lachlan said immediately. “Where’s Mikayla?”
    “Asleep,” John answered, feeling a little irritated. Did Lachlan think he wasn’t looking after their wife?
    “Good, but grab a headset,” Lachlan ordered. Peeved at his brother’s highhanded attitude, John did as ordered only because he was concerned for his wife. If Lachlan didn’t want Mikayla to hear, then it was a solid bet that it wasn’t good news. As soon as he had the headset in place, he nodded for Lachlan to continue.
    “A few days ago Jessie Evans introduced herself to our parents as Peter’s fiancée. I set them straight, but today she arrived with a handful of papers claiming that Mikayla isn’t really Mikayla Noone. Mom sent them to our lawyer, and he says the papers look legitimate enough. Bryce put a call in to some old friends, and we’re trying to verify the information.”
    John wanted to yell at Lachlan for being fool enough to believe anything