Authors: Abby Blake
She should really back off, but the thought had barely coalesced when Ryan’s hands traveled higher, lifting her dress and exposing her to Ty’s gaze. Inch by inch, Ryan lifted the soft material over her head and threw it aside. She wasn’t wearing underwear simply because she had none left. Lachlan had torn her last pair off her this morning before spanking her ass and fucking her silly. She could still feel the delicious sting from Lachlan’s hand as Ryan’s ran over the soft flesh.
Ty’s eyes darkened with desire, and he took a step closer. He seemed to hesitate a moment, but then he broke into a dazzling smile. Unsure what prompted his sudden mood change, she smiled tremulously and tried to look over her shoulder at Ryan.
But Ryan held her still as Ty advanced. Her breath hitched as Ty stalked closer, mischief in his eyes. She started to squirm in Ryan’s embrace, the sudden tension in the room making her nervous. Ty’s gaze didn’t waver as he finally stopped in front of her, close enough to touch but not actually touching her.
She started to pant breathlessly as the twins seemed to wait for some sort of signal. Her knees wobbled as Ryan held her tighter.
“Fun?” Ty asked her, his expression looking very serious.
“Fun,” she agreed nervously, wondering what the hell they had in mind.
“Fun,” Ryan said from behind her just as Ty attacked. He tickled her as Ryan held her still.
Kicking and giggling like a maniac, she tried uselessly to get away. Between them they found every ticklish spot, even ones she didn’t know she had. She squealed and wriggled as Ty tickled her belly button with his tongue, his hand dipping lower and tickling the back of her knees. Ryan tickled the tops of her thighs where they joined her pelvis and then slid one hand to the back of her legs, tormenting the space where they met her ass.
All giggling stopped though when Ty caught one of her nipples in his teeth and bit down. The small sting traveled to her clit at the same moment Ryan ran a finger down the crease of her ass.
She choked out a cry as Ryan pressed his dry finger against the rosette of her ass.
“Has anyone fucked this pretty hole?” he asked.
She nodded as he increased the pressure. Without lube the touch felt more intense, more intimate, sweetly painful. She swallowed hard, every nerve ending on fire as Ty continued his gentle assault on her breasts and Ryan used his other hand to press against her pussy. Again he didn’t enter her, just played in the folds, spreading her juices across the swollen lips and up to her pulsating clit.
“Have Brock and
Lachlan
taken your ass and pussy at the same time?”
“N–No,” she managed to stutter out as both of his fingers pushed into her, but just to the first knuckle.
Her ass throbbed around the dry invasion, the delicious sting sending bolts of heat down her legs and up her abdomen. He wiggled both fingers, and she gasped as her knees gave out. Ryan released her, and she fell forward into Ty’s embrace.
Ty held her against his fully clothed body as Ryan left the room. She shivered with need as Ty soothed her with gentle touches and sucking kisses against her neck.
When Ryan came back into the room, he cleared off one of the counters. Ironically, it was the bench where Matt had given her the first taste of what it would be like to belong to seven men. Somehow it seemed a lifetime ago even though it had only been just over six weeks.
Ryan stripped, stroking his hard cock as he sat on the edge of the bench. He moved to lie on his back as Ty lifted her up and arranged her over Ryan so that she straddled his thighs.
“Ride him, darlin’,” Ty said as Ryan gripped her behind the knees and pulled her legs toward him. She lowered onto his cock, groaning as he brushed against her G-spot, and heat bloomed through her lower belly. Panting hard, she lifted and lowered on his cock a few times before he wrapped his arms around her and held her down.
He pressed her face against his heartbeat as a cold dollop of lube landed in the crease of her ass and slid down. Ty’s warm hand smoothed it over her skin, pressing it against her anus, massaging it into her forbidden hole. She winced at how much tighter her ass felt with a cock filling her pussy. Ryan must’ve felt her momentary fear because he began soothing her with gentle strokes of his hand up and down her spine.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. We’ll take it slow.”
She nodded against his chest, trying to breathe properly as a mixture of fear, desire, and curiosity wound through her.
As Ty pushed his cock slowly into her ass, Ryan pulled out of her pussy, thankfully easing Ty’s way into her body. As Ty retreated, Ryan pressed back in, the strange sensation of always having a cock in her taking her by surprise. Carefully, they continued to ease into and out of her body, slowly, cautiously building the pace.
She felt her body tightening, her pussy fluttering, her ass squeezing Ty’s cock. Dark desire wound through her, a slight tremor traveling all over her skin. Goose bumps rose at the same time heat flooded her abdomen. Suddenly, orgasm burned through her. She held her breath as the incredible sensation pervaded every inch of her body, her complete immobility making the feeling more intense.
Both men groaned and pushed into her at the same time, and she gasped at the full, almost uncomfortable sensation as they both emptied their cum into her. Her ass throbbed in time with Ty’s cock, and her pussy sucked and pulled at Ryan’s dick.
Ty ran his hands up and down her spine as she rested against Ryan’s chest. Exhausted, she lay panting like that, moving only a small fraction when Ty pulled from her ass. She was almost asleep with Ryan’s cock still inside her when Ty pressed a warm cloth against her ass and cleaned her up. Ryan shifted so that his cock fell from her vagina, and Ty helped her to her feet.
As she went to take a step, her thighs rubbed together, teasing her swollen clit. Her knees wobbled, her legs quivered, her ass throbbed, and she almost fell to the floor. Shocked, gasping for air, Mikayla moaned as orgasm swept through her. Ty caught her before she lost balance and then held her close as the unexpected climax overwhelmed her.
Finally, slowly, the shaking stopped, and she lay limp in Ty’s embrace. He chuckled, and she tried to push away from him, completely embarrassed that she’d had an orgasm when nobody was even touching her. God, she hadn’t even known that was possible.
Exhausted, she couldn’t even get her arms to hold on properly as Ty lifted her high and carried her back to his room.
Chapter Eleven
Ryan watched as Ty carried Mikayla from the room and tried very hard not to admit his guilt even to himself. He’d told Mikayla and Ty it was only about fun. But he’d lied.
He couldn’t quite explain what it was, but he knew for certain that it wasn’t a casual, sexual relationship that he sought with Mikayla. Listening to Ty go on and on about her for the two weeks they’d been working at the substation—affectionately known as the Ice Shack because of its poor heating—had made him ache to hold the woman between them. The weeks back at the main facility since had solidified his feelings.
It wasn’t that he knew Mikayla well, but he did know his brothers and, like Ty said, Matt and John were getting more and more attached to the woman. Since getting back to the main station, it was obvious that
Lachlan
and Brock had fallen under her spell also.
Selfishly, Ryan had wanted in, wanted to be a part of that something special that he could see growing between Mikayla and his brothers. But he knew Ty well enough to see that he felt reluctant to get involved. Not because he didn’t want Mikayla himself, but because he didn’t want to overwhelm her with the attentions of all seven of them.
Ryan moved to collect his and Ty’s clothes off the floor. He should feel guilty for convincing Ty to join in the “fun” when Ryan knew it was far more, but once Ty had made love to Mikayla, Ryan knew Ty would never let her go. Now he just needed to convince Mikayla to stay.
* * * *
Ty carried the sleeping woman back to his quarters, holding her tightly against his heart. He never should’ve made love to her. Just the thought that she would leave them when the twelve months was up filled him with dread.
She smiled sleepily as he lowered her to his bed.
“Ty,” she said as she grabbed his hand to stop him from walking away, “stay with me, please.”
He managed to mumble a positive answer, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t let him say more. Just the fact that Mikayla knew who he was, even with her eyes closed, sent something deep into his soul.
Ryan and Ty had often been considered by women as interchangeable—same looks, same job, similar personalities—but Mikayla was different. She saw them separately. Saw their differences and their similarities and had never treated them as anything less than two individuals. She was so special. How could he ever let her go?
* * * *
“Hey, Mik.”
Peter tried to sound casual as he entered the kitchen, but it was kind of hard when the woman he’d found himself falling for was bent over trying to see into the oven. He desired her with a passion that bordered on insanity, but he held back, wanting more—needing more—than she claimed willing to give. From the beginning Mikayla had said it was just fun, just scratching an itch. She was probably even living her fantasy, but she’d made it more than clear she’d move on when it was over.
But Peter wanted more.
He needed the fairytale, the love, the whole package.
All of his brothers were having sex with her. Over the weeks, Peter had watched them good-naturedly vying for her attention and growing more and more attached to the beautiful woman. But there had never actually been any fighting over her. Peter had never really thought a relationship with so many men and only one woman would work.
So far, he’d been proven wrong.
But then, they all claimed to just be having fun, enjoying Mikayla in bed, not exploring anything serious. Maybe they said so out loud, but he knew his brothers well enough to see they were falling for her.
If only he knew what went on in Mikayla’s head, too.
“Today’s my sort of anniversary,” she said as she pulled a massive chocolate cake from the oven, “so I thought we might have a celebration.”
“Oh?” he asked, wondering what she referred to.
“Three months since I met you,” she said with her back turned.
She seemed very interested in her cake, but he wondered if she was avoiding looking at him for a reason. He hadn’t registered that it had been such a short time, and he shook his head when he realized it felt like she’d always been here with them, that he’d always ached for her.
“So have you given any thought to what you might do when you leave here?”
She shrugged but kept her back to him, and a small kernel of hope sizzled in his brain. If she was falling for his brothers, maybe she would learn to love him, too. He swallowed hard as his head filled with images of the future he wanted.
“How long to dinner?” he asked as a plan formed in his brain.
She glanced over her shoulder in his general direction, but he didn’t get a good look at her face before she turned to check the timer on the stove.
“About forty minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll let the others know.”
* * * *
The evening meal was always a loud affair with so many people talking at once. The brothers always teased and ribbed each other over the slightest things, and she laughed at their silliness. Despite the fact that they were all over thirty, there were times when they acted like a bunch of teenagers. Tonight was especially loud, and she laughed at their antics and threatened to never make chocolate cake again.
For some reason, Peter seemed on edge. Over the last three months, she’d managed to build a friendship with him that was just as close as those she shared with his brothers. The only difference was that she’d never been in his bed. At first, she’d encouraged him to join the fun—that’s all it was, no matter how much she dreamed of more—but had soon realized how much the woman he’d been engaged to had hurt him. Mikayla had backed away from a sexual relationship at that point, but she’d often wondered how he coped with being snowed in. It wasn’t like he could jump a shuttle and visit town.
She grabbed a handful of plates and headed into the kitchen, unsurprised when Peter did the same and followed her. It had become a bit of a ritual. Even though the others had offered, she and Peter did the dishes every night together. It was a little thing, but she enjoyed talking to him about his day while the others talked in the other room.