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

John’s reaction. Fortunately, John was a reasonable man and nodded his acknowledgement.
    “I suppose we better figure out where she’s going to sleep and what she’s going to do while she’s here. The twins have been asking for help for a while now. I guess we could find something for her to do. Does she have any skills?”
    Matt shook his head. If he were to be completely honest, he knew very little about the woman other than she seemed to have no experience working as a whore and that she probably had no family. Not much considering he’d just brought her to their work and living quarters in the middle of nowhere. A couple of plots from horror stories popped into his head, but he quickly dismissed them.
    She was exactly what she seemed—a woman who needed their help and protection—and he would find a way to do both somehow.
    “You gonna wake her?” John asked as he stepped closer to the sleeping woman.
    Matt hesitated. He didn’t really want to wake her. He’d rather carry her to his room, but she was still a frightened woman in a strange place, and waking up while he carried her could make things far worse.
    “Mikayla,” he said softly. She didn’t stir. “Mikayla,” he said a little louder and this time touched her shoulder. Still no reaction. “Mikayla!” he called in exasperation and clapped his hands together, “time to get up.” Nothing.
    John made an annoyed noise and shoved Matt aside. He unbuckled Mikayla’s seat harness and then bent to lift her into his arms. She snuggled against him for a moment and then seemed to fall back into a deep sleep.
    John sent Matt a pointed look and then asked, “Where to?”
    “My room,” Matt said without trying to analyze why it was so important to him that she sleep in his bed. He had no intention of sleeping in there with her, so he really had no logical explanation. John raised an eyebrow, but Matt just shrugged. “I’ll sleep in the lab.”
    His brother gave him another assessing look and then turned to step out of the vehicle.

    * * * *

    John carried her all of fifteen feet before he realized that he had an erection. Even knowing that she wasn’t here as their private concubine didn’t seem to lessen the arousal he felt. Considering that Matt had punched him in the nose for assuming she was a prostitute, he didn’t even want to imagine how Matt would react to him panting over the woman.
    In his defense, he had been heading into town to scratch his itch, so he was already feeling horny. But if he was to be truly honest with himself, he’d admit that it wasn’t just any woman he was feeling arousal for—it was the woman in his arms. Good thing he was comfortable with denial because he sure needed a bucket load about now.
    Maybe he should deposit her in his brother’s bed and then do what he was going to do earlier and hop on the pod and head into town. He lifted the woman higher against his chest, and she sighed and placed a hand over his heart, and he knew then and there that he wouldn’t be going anywhere. This woman called to him in ways he couldn’t explain, which was kind of ridiculous considering that they hadn’t actually met yet.
    John smiled. Denial was a wonderful thing, he thought as he finally managed to convince himself that the attraction was just a physical reaction to her proximity.
    As he lowered her to the bed, he was feeling pretty impressed at his ability to talk himself out of just about anything. That was, until she opened her eyes and gave him a sleepy smile. Then every decision he’d managed to come to somehow flew out the window, and he was lost.

    * * * *

    Mikayla woke in the arms of a very handsome man. He wasn’t beautiful in a classic sense but attractive in a rugged, hardworking sort of way.
    “Hi,” she said shyly as she tried to slough off the last vestiges of sleep.
    “Hello, princess.”
    “Are you one of Matt’s brothers?” she asked, looking around the room for Matt. She found him lounging in the