Free Blake, Abby - Mikayla's Men [A Bride for Eight Brothers, Book 1] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Abby Blake Page A

rearranged her in his lap so he could see her more clearly. The look on his face suggested Jet would learn a lesson he would never forget just as soon Lachlan located him. As much as the thought appealed to her, she didn’t want Lachlan , or any of the brothers, fighting her battles for her. As far as she was concerned, Jet was ancient history.
    “It doesn’t matter,” she said quietly then quickly added when it looked like he’d argue, “I’ll never see that asshole again. And I’d rather not stir up old wounds.”
    It was probably a little unfair to phrase it that way because Lachlan pulled her back into his embrace like she was as fragile as spun glass. Jet’s actions had bought her here, so in some ways, she couldn’t really regret the whole experience—even if it had been the most frightening of her life.
    A few moments later, Lachlan twisted the taps off, lifted her dress over her head, and helped her into the bath. The warm water felt wonderful on her tired muscles, and she forgot to protest when Lachlan began washing her down. His touch felt wonderful.

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    Lachlan watched her eyes close as exhaustion claimed her. She was beautiful, even more so than John’s descriptions had suggested. He continued to rub the washcloth over her smooth skin as he admired Mikayla's delicious body and remembered her feistiness. She’d sassed them both in the kitchen. Even knowing who they were and what they liked, she’d dared them both to follow through. Her reaction to the spanking suggested that she’d never actually had one before, and he couldn’t help but respect her courage. She truly was the perfect mix of confident woman and submissive lover he and Brock preferred. When John had described her, she’d sounded too good to be true, but the reality was so much more.
    He touched her face lightly, and her eyes fluttered open. She gave him the most adorable sleepy smile, and he couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss those beautiful lips.
    “How long did dinner have to go?” he asked as he pulled back.
    Her eyes flew open, and she looked ready to leap out of the bath. He placed a hand on her shoulder to still her movement. He gazed at her, waiting for a response.
    “Uhm, the casserole had about an hour to go when you and Brock invaded my kitchen.” She said it with that impish smile, and he wanted nothing more than to lock her in his room and spend the next month exploring every inch of her. But feeding her was probably important, too. He smiled as all the ways he could feed her in bed flashed through his mind. His cock swelled painfully against his pants as he thought of feeding her his erection while Brock fucked her pretty ass.
    Shit.
    He stood quickly, trying to think about anything but the delectable, naked beauty in his bath and grabbed a towel.
    “Come on, little one. Let’s go have some dinner.”

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    Peter watched as Lachlan entered the dining room with Mikayla tucked tightly against his side. She looked happy and relaxed, and for a brief moment, Peter wondered what had happened after the couple had left the kitchen. Knowing his brother, they hadn’t been gone long enough for much more than a soothing bath. When Lachlan took a sub, he spent just as much time pampering her as he did fucking her.
    Peter tried to ignore the erection swelling in his pants as he helped Brock place bowls of hot casserole on the table and then turned back to the kitchen to get Mikayla’s freshly-baked bread. The delicious smell had been teasing him for almost an hour, and he couldn’t wait to taste it. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had something as familiar as homemade bread. It seemed they’d bounced from one ugly planet to the next for so long that the idea of going home to Earth permanently suddenly held great appeal.
    He shook his head with a soft laugh. One smell of home-baked bread and he was dreaming of home and family. Visions of a woman pregnant with his child invaded his