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

imagination, and he couldn’t help but acknowledge that she wore Mikayla’s face.
    Fuck.
    Trying to distract himself, he asked the one question he probably shouldn’t have. “You okay, Mik?”
    He had to hold back the smile that threatened when his brother glanced at him, clearly irritated by the impulsive question. Lachlan looked upset, pissed, and intrigued all in one expression. He even looked like he was going to answer for her until Mikayla placed a hand on his arm and answered Peter herself.
    Interesting. She might have been submissive in some ways, but she wouldn’t let any of them take over her life.
    “Just tired,” she said as she snuggled just a little closer to his brother.
    Unfortunately for Peter, he knew exactly why she was tired, having walked into the kitchen just as her spanking had begun. He’d sworn at himself, his mind demanding retreat, but his legs had held him solidly in the doorway. He’d watched as Brock and Lachlan quickly bought her to an intense orgasm. He’d never understood the appeal of BDSM practices, but after seeing that, he was starting to understand.
    He’d suffered a moment of pure terror when she’d gasped in pain. He’d almost gone as far as to demand his brothers leave her alone, but thankfully, sense had kicked in before he’d voiced his disapproval. He knew Brock and Lachlan well enough to know that they would never hurt a woman, and both would’ve been deeply wounded if he’d seemed to think otherwise. Judging by the sweet, tired smile on Mikayla’s face she’d found the experience quite enlightening also.
    Peter couldn’t quite hide his laugh—though he tried with a discreet cough—when Lachlan attempted to feed her. She gave him a warning look, pushed his hand away, sat straighter, and grabbed her own spoon. After a moment of startled silence, Lachlan smiled, kissed the top of her head, and then started eating his own dinner.
    In an attempt to hide his reaction, Peter grabbed his spoon and shoveled in a big mouthful of too-hot casserole. Shit. He’d been trying to overcome the urge to laugh, not burn his bloody throat, and he grabbed his water glass. By the time he’d doused the heat, he glanced over to see Mikayla watching him with a worried expression on her beautiful face. He smiled and winked at her across the table, and she seemed to relax slightly.
    Over the last week, despite his decision not to, he and Mikayla had somehow become friends. Having a woman on the base certainly changed the social dynamics, but no matter how he tried to convince himself they were just friends, the leap in his pulse and the blood flowing south certainly disproved his attempts.
    He glanced over to see John watching him closely, a neutral expression on his face but a knowing look in his eyes. John knew most of what had gone on with Peter’s ex-fiancée, but even he didn’t know the full story.
    Peter hadn’t quite managed to explain the reason Jessie had left him was because he’d wanted to share her with his brothers. Once she’d learned about the lifestyle his parents enjoyed, she’d looked at him with different eyes and the fake exterior had slipped. The glimpse of the woman behind the mask she wore was a little frightening. She’d calmly agreed “to lie with his miscreant brothers”—her words, not his—on the condition that he signed over the family business and its assets to her. Basically, she was willing to sleep with them for a price, and quite a high price at that.
    How ironic that Mikayla had come to them as a paid whore, yet she was the one sleeping with his brothers by choice. It seemed so bizarre that the woman he’d loved had been such a cold, calculating, money-hungry bitch and the woman he’d told himself to ignore seemed to be the one he’d been seeking.
    The one thing that still held him back, however, was that she’d told them all that it was just fun while she worked off her debt—as their administration assistant, not their whore. Once