Blake, Abby - Hot Inspiration [A Bride for Eight Brothers 5] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Abby Blake

sucking kisses against her neck and spine. Peter stepped into the shower, and John pulled out, turned her around, and pressed her against his brother. He thrust back into her harder, faster, deeper. His need growing as he fucked her while Peter held her tight.
    “Good morning, beautiful,” Peter said as he pressed nibbling little kisses against her shoulders, neck, and jaw. She moaned in response, her pussy throbbing as John pounded into her again and again and again. Peter’s fingers found her clit, pressing, rubbing, teasing the swollen nub until she writhed against them both. Tension gripped her, every muscle pulling tight, every nerve ending alive with sensation. She screamed as her orgasm burst free and pounded through her. She closed her eyes, moaning as John’s cock pulsed inside her.
    She barely had a moment to recover before Peter turned her around, pressed her against John, and thrust into her pussy. Her internal muscles still fluttered with excitement, and Peter groaned as her body caressed him.
    But he slowed things down, lifting and sliding her along his hard length as if they had all the time in the world. It reminded her of the first time they’d made love, of that moment that she realized she loved them all, and the way Peter had pushed her into realizing they loved her back.
    Tears filled her eyes as she comprehended just how amazing her men were. They’d not only accepted that she could love them all equally, they’d done everything they could to reassure her that life with her was enough—even if they never had children together.
    Peter slowed his movements even more to kiss the tears from her eyes. He didn’t press for an explanation, just held her close and rocked into and out of her body in gentle rhythm.
    She closed her eyes and relaxed into her lovers’ care. But then the tension wound tighter, and Peter’s tempo increased. He held her legs wide, John holding her upright as Peter thrust into her body over and over and over.
    Fingers found her clit, rubbed it gently, as Peter fucked her faster.
    Mikayla tensed, her muscles quivering as her orgasm neared. She panted, holding back, waiting for Peter, but then John whispered “come.” She moaned, the sound echoing off the tiles, wrapping around them as Peter thrust hard and deep one last time. He came with a groan, his arms pulling her tight against him as she pressed her lips to his.
    Panting hard from their exhaustion, they eventually managed to get cleaned up and drag themselves from the shower. Mikayla was tempted to crawl back into bed, but the smell of breakfast cooking had her stomach grumbling loudly.
    John laughed and pulled her into his arms. “We could send Peter to bring us breakfast in bed.” Peter laughed and made a counteroffer, but in the end, the three of them headed downstairs together.
    Zedahla—now known as Emily Davidson—appeared on the communicator screen as she spoke to Lachlan, excitedly telling him about the school courses she was currently studying. Zedahla had been pleased by Mikayla’s suggestion and more than happy to have eight protective older brothers trying to tell her what to do. Thanks to Mikayla’s influence, getting their younger sister to listen was not always an easy task, but for the most part, she was a very sensible young woman.
    They hadn’t heard any news of the investigation into her cousin’s murder, but they knew Leroy was still working undercover. They all worried for the police officer, and even though she’d been frightened of him at the time, Zedahla knew he was a good man. As if she felt the need to make up for what Leroy risked and all that her sister and cousin had lost, Zedahla studied hard in an effort to catch up to others her own age. At the moment, she was taking high school courses via satellite so that she would be ready to join her peers at the local school next year. She’d also made sure that her new identity was solid. She even knew the family history almost better than