Authors: Abby Blake
“I wouldn’t,” she said firmly. He finally made eye contact with her and was stunned to see the passion in her expression. “This morning you gave me an incredible experience. One I’m not willing to forget.”
“But—”
She cut him off with an agitated wave of her hand. “Do you think,” she said angrily, “that men are the only ones who enjoy sex?”
“Ugh, no. I…uh…” He could feel the urge to ramble and slammed his mouth shut on the rest of what were guaranteed to be poorly chosen words.
“Okay, Matt. Here’s the truth. I loved everything you did to me this morning. Loved it. You managed to make me feel more wanted and fulfilled with just a few words than anyone else has in my entire life. John hiring me as an administrative assistant means I have a chance to pay back the money I owe you.”
He shook his head and was about to say that she didn’t need to pay back the money, but she growled in frustration and looked angry enough to want to twist his ears. He swallowed what he wanted to say and stayed quiet.
“Working as an employee means that I am no longer a paid whore. Which means I am free to make my own choices.” He nodded in agreement. “Which means that if I choose to have sex with any or all of you, then it’s what I want. Agreed?”
He nodded again, this time frightened to talk lest he give away just how turned on he was feeling. Choosing to have sex and choosing to have sex with him weren’t exactly the same thing.
She seemed to notice his dilemma, anyway, because she stepped closer and laid her hand over his rapidly growing erection. “You said you like to be in control. Should I back off?”
Hell no!
He smiled, feeling a little more relaxed than he had since first meeting her.
God, was it really only twenty-four hours ago?
“Where were you planning to sleep tonight?”
“In your bed, of course,” she replied cheekily.
He laughed and opened the door, motioning for her to go in. She stepped into his personal domain and headed for the bathroom like she belonged there. Strange how comfortable that felt.
“Do you have a spare toothbrush?”
“Third drawer,” he replied as he wandered around the room tidying a few things.
It wasn’t exactly messy, and she’d been there before, but it just felt necessary for her not to think of him as a slob. He heard the water running in the shower and briefly considered joining her but decided against it. As much as he liked being in control, it seemed important that she come to him by her own free will.
She came out of the bathroom wrapped only in a towel.
His cock surged to full life again, a reaction to her nearness that he couldn’t really hide. He grabbed one of his clean shirts and threw it to her. She caught it easily and looked at him for an explanation.
He shrugged. “I like seeing you in my shirts.”
She suddenly looked worried and maybe a little sad, and he moved quickly to pull her into his arms. “Matt, I think I need to tell you that John and I, we…uhm…this afternoon, in his office…”
Matt smiled and smoothed a hand over her damp hair.
“I know,” he said, trying not to laugh at her surprise. “It was kind of hard not to hear. The building isn’t all that big.”
She burrowed into his embrace, hiding her embarrassment. “But the shirt?”
“I like seeing you wear my shirt. It doesn’t mean I won’t share you with my brothers.”
“Oh,” she said, still sounding confused.
He grinned and then helped her into the clothing and led her to the bed. She lay down on her back and watched him with wide eyes.
“I’m just going to grab a quick shower,” he said and then pressed a soft kiss to her lips. He lingered longer than he intended, and by the time he straightened up and moved away, his body was crying out for the relief only orgasm could bring him.
But even after the shortest shower in history, by the time he got back, she was fast asleep.
* * * *
She woke with Matt’s arm around her and his chest pressed against her back. The comforting embrace did little to hide his rigid hard-on. How could he sleep with an erection like that? Was he even asleep? She tested her suspicion by pressing her ass backward and sliding his cock between the crease. He hissed and moved away slightly. She moved closer and did it again.
“Honey,” he whispered, “do that once more and you are going to get so much more than you bargained for.”
She giggled and did it again.
Warm, impatient hands smoothed the shirt up and over her head. His cock slid against her delicate folds at the same time his hands both gripped her breasts. He squeezed her nipples as he slid his cock up and down the slick flesh of her pussy lips. He tormented her, plumping and teasing her breasts and nipples until she was practically begging him to take her.
She pressed back against his cock, this time managing to press the head against her vaginal opening. In one long, slow thrust, he entered her fully, grinding against her as he pulled her onto his erection. He held still, seemingly content just to be inside her, and she whimpered in frustration as he went back to teasing her breasts. He flicked her hard nipples then squeezed and twisted until she was writhing in his arms. He kissed her neck and splayed a large hand over her belly, holding her still, a finger pressing against her clit, keeping her at the edge of arousal.
Finally, he withdrew slowly and then thrust deep once more. Slowly, he built the rhythm, grasping her hip with his other hand, controlling her movements. He began to rock into her, thrusting hard, thrusting deep. She panted as her excitement spiraled higher, gasping and begging as her peak neared.
But then he thrust deep one last time and held still. She growled as he went back to plucking her nipples. She whimpered as he smoothed a hand over her stomach and thighs, and she moaned when he caressed her ass. But, still, he didn’t move.
“Matt,” she said with a shake in her voice.
“Shhh, honey, I’ll take care of you.”
He started over. The slow, deep thrusts, the long, lingering stops, the demanding, teasing fingers until she was mindless with need. She wanted to cry when he pulled out of her completely. He rolled her onto her back, kissed her like she was precious, and then braced himself over her prone form.
He watched her face as he entered her body, her hips lifting to meet his thrust. But again he stopped, bending low to kiss and lick her already aching nipples. He smiled when he saw her expression and then whispered, “Hold on.”
His movement was explosive. He thrust deep, hard, fast. Her body burst with sensation as he took her more thoroughly, more completely than she’d even known possible. She screamed as her climax belted through her, rocking her hips against his, keening her satisfaction as he found his own release.
She felt his cock throbbing inside of her, her vaginal walls massaging him with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He fell forward a moment, crushing her with his weight, but then rolled so that she lay on top of him, his cock still lodged deep in her body.
She must’ve fallen asleep because she woke in his arms as he carried her into the shower. Carefully, he rinsed her down, dried her off, and then tucked her into bed. A few moments later, he crawled in beside her and pulled her in his arms.
Exhaustion stole her words, so she sighed her contentment and wriggled closer.
* * * *
Ty lay in his bed, wishing that the walls in the station weren’t quite so thin. Listening to Mikayla beg for Matt to give her an orgasm was one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard. Maybe even more arousing than this morning’s encounter in the lab.
Hell, he’d almost come with the couple in the next room. Every pant, every moan, every single fucking noise had come through the wall so clearly he’d practically felt like he was right there with them.
Ty tried really hard to ignore the erection throbbing against his belly.
Earlier, John’s announcement that he’d hired Mikayla as an administrative assistant had thrown cold water over his heated plans. After the lab incident, he’d busily been planning when, where, how he and Ryan would enjoy her company. It wasn’t until John’s words sank in that Ty realized he’d been truly thinking of her as a whore. As much as he liked her, he hadn’t planned an emotional connection, and he didn’t think Ryan had, either.
Maybe the best thing they could do would be to back away.
It was obvious that Mikayla had chosen John and Matt. Their brothers both deserved to be happy, so who was he to fuck that up?
He rolled onto his side, groaning as his cock slid against the coarse hair covering his lower abdomen. Clearly, his body didn’t agree with the change of plans. He stroked his hand over the turgid flesh, trying to think of any other woman besides Mikayla and failing miserably. He closed his eyes, forcing an image of the last woman he and Ryan had fucked together into his mind, but the picture blurred and morphed into Mikayla.
Closing his eyes guiltily, Ty gripped his cock harder, stroking the flesh more firmly, imagining Mikayla’s heavenly heat as he thrust into her willing body. Longer, harder, stronger, he dragged on the rigid flesh, gasping quietly as his release took him by surprise. Hot seed spurted from his cock, landing on his stomach and chest, some even reaching higher.
He grimaced as he realized just thoughts of Mikayla between him and Ryan turned him on more than any actual memory of another woman. Angrily, he rolled off the bed.
By the time he’d cleaned up and replaced the sheets, the erection was back. Frustrated with his own unfathomable reactions to a woman he’d already decided he shouldn’t want, he climbed onto the mattress and rolled onto his stomach, hoping the deliberately inflicted pain would deflate his cock and let him sleep.
It didn’t work.
Chapter Eight
Mikayla stirred the casserole, quite pleased with her efforts. She wasn’t exactly a world-class chef, but she could hold her own in the kitchen. And considering that Matt, John, and Peter couldn’t boil water between them, it was probably a very good thing.
For a little over a week, it had just been the four of them on the station. Ryan and Ty had taken off the morning after she’d first slept with Matt, and she’d worried that the timing had been suspicious, especially when neither had said good-bye. But both Matt and John had reassured her that the excursion had been planned well ahead of her arrival and the twins had probably chosen not to wake her so early in the morning. She’d tried to believe that even as she’d worried otherwise.
Lachlan
and Brock were due back sometime in the next few days, and she was starting to feel a little nervous and maybe a touch excited. John and Matt had told her so much about their eldest brothers she felt like she already knew them. Matt had even explained the BDSM lifestyle in greater detail, his eyes glowing with desire as he described some of the things Brock and
Lachlan
might want to do to her.
As weird as it seemed, even being the only woman at the science station, Mikayla worried that Brock and
Lachlan
wouldn’t like her. She wasn’t exactly a submissive person. Even when she’d been faced with prostitution as her only option for survival, she hadn’t exactly gone quietly.
“Hi, Mik,” Peter said happily as he walked past the doorway of the kitchen. “Smells delicious.”
She glanced up to smile at him, but he’d already moved away. At least he was talking to her. The fact that he’d chosen to call her Mik, a decidedly masculine version of her name, suggested he was trying to think of her as one of the guys. She wondered if it was working for him. She’d caught him watching her a time or two and sincerely hoped that John’s prediction would come true. It was obvious that Peter carried a lot of painful memories. If nothing else, Mikayla wanted at least to try to help him get over the woman who broke his heart.
After all, she was getting very good at denying what was in her own head and heart. She’d known from the beginning that she would leave when her time here was done. Somehow she’d deal with the pain and go on with her miserable, lonely life.
“Who are you?” a gruff voice asked from the doorway.
John had told her that Brock and
Lachlan
were big men, but he hadn’t told her they were built like mountains. Two nearly identical men with full beards and wind-reddened skin stood in the doorway, crowding the small room. Mikayla suddenly felt very, very tiny.
They both looked so serious that it took two attempts to find her voice. “M–Mikayla,” she finally managed to stutter.