“She needs us there. We have to make her see that,” Julien stated.
“I’m going back over there right now. Angelina didn’t say anything to me this afternoon. To think of it, Illeanna did appear tired. Angelina showed up and said her sisters were on their way. Maybe that helped her? I’ll go check again, then you go in about an hour, Gustave. We can take turns until we meet up there for dinner tonight,” Johnny said and they all agreed.
* * * *
“I am going insane, Mikayla. They’ve been coming around every thirty minutes or so to check on me.”
“So you’re real horny and not willing to bed a Boudoux, why?” Mikayla asked. Illeanna gasped in shock as she felt her cheeks warm and her body awaken at the thought of having a fling with five hunky men.
“I don’t appreciate that comment, Mikayla.”
“You may not appreciate hearing the truth but get real, Illeanna. Those men were worried sick about you since the incident at Carlile’s. They have been hot for you for years and yet you blow them off. I don’t understand why because they are all perfect.”
“There’s a lot of reasons why, Mikayla.”
“Like what, Illeanna? They are fine specimens of men and could have their choice of any woman they want. Women drool over them and have fantasies about the Boudoux brothers. I just don’t get it.”
“That’s part of it right there. Other women want them and fantasize about them and they are way experienced because of that. I am not going to be used like that. I want a man to love me, to cherish only me, and be committed. Men like the Boudoux do not know a thing about commitment, respect, or equality when it comes to women. Now let’s stop this conversation. I’m tired, and I got little sleep last night as you know.”
“That’s because you’re sexually frustrated and so damn insecure. Did you happen to think that maybe with you they would be different? That perhaps you are exactly what they’re looking for in a woman?”
“Damn it, Mikayla, I’m going to hang up this phone now.”
“You need one of those men to spend the night there and hold you in their big muscular arms to keep you safe. Then you won’t have any of those damn nightmares about that asshole. I just can’t believe that happened to you. I’m so glad you’re safe and that Julien and Louis were there.”
“Me too, Mikayla. I love you.”
“I love you, too, and I’ll talk to you later. I’ll let the others know that if they see one of the Boudoux’s vehicles in your driveway that they should keep going and not interrupt something that may or may not be happening,” Mikayla teased.
“Bye, Mikayla,” Illeanna stated then disconnected the call.
A few seconds later the phone rang again, and she assumed it was her sister.
“What now?” she answered.
“Is this Illeanna Aubert?” the man on the other end of the phone asked.
“Yes and who is this?” She heard the click on the other end.
“What the heck?” she wondered then felt her headache getting worse. She took the ice off of her ankle and began to get up so she could get some painkillers.
An uneasy feeling filled her gut. She thought about the phone call and the silence on the other end then the click. Who could it have been? She swallowed hard as her mind began to wonder a series of unpleasant scenarios. Her lack of sleep seemed to be getting the better of her, and she suddenly didn’t like the feeling of being home alone in the house. She felt the ache in her heart then her heart begin to race. She wasn’t a chicken. She was a grown woman. Get it together, Illeanna. You don’t need one of the men around to make you feel safe. This is probably typical behavior and feelings for a victim of a crime.
After her internal pep talk, she stood up when she heard a truck pull into the driveway and someone climb up the steps to her door.
She had a feeling that it was one of the guys. She ignored the celebratory feeling inside from her inner weakness she was so desperately trying to conquer. She limped toward the door when it flung open and Louis and Julien entered. In a snap her feelings changed and her temper got the better of her.
“Just storm right in. It’s not like this is my home or anything and that you need to knock.” She grabbed the edge of the counter before she lost her footing.
“Damn, Illeanna, you’re not supposed to be hobbling around on that ankle,” Julien reprimanded as he placed his arm around her waist and hoisted her against his side.
“I’m okay. I need some painkillers for this damn headache soon-to-be migraine.”
“I’ll get them for you. Bring her into the living room, Julien, and get that ice back onto her ankle,” Louis stated firmly.
Julien lifted Illeanna up and carried her back.
“This really isn’t necessary. My ankle is feeling much better than yesterday.”
“It’s only been a day, Illeanna,” Julien replied as he set her down onto the couch and propped her ankle up onto the pillow.
He stared at her a moment and they locked gazes.
On the other side of the couch Louis approached carrying a bottle of water and two painkillers.
“Take these.”
She took the pills and a sip of water, trying to swallow them and her annoyance at their controlling ways. She wouldn’t admit to herself that she was relieved to not be left alone.
Julien placed the ice on her ankle and held his hand on her knee. The warmth of his large hand penetrated her skin and made her feel self-conscious about the short shorts she wore and the tank top. She was hot and couldn’t seem to cool down. Little tremors shot up her thigh and straight to her mound. She was going to lose it. These men were just too appealing to resist. Maybe Mikayla was right and she was indeed hot and bothered. Her cheeks warmed, and she closed her eyes to avoid giving away her thoughts to Julien.
“How’s your head and your neck?” Louis asked as he squatted down by the couch and caressed her forehead. She opened her eyes to look at him and exhaled.
“Okay. I had Angelina help me apply ointment to the cuts this morning. Listen, I’m really tired and I appreciate that you and your brothers keep coming around to check up on me, but I’m fine really. I just need to rest up so I can get back to work.”
“Honey, Carlile’s will be closed for a bit. There’s a lot of cleaning up to do, and remaining closed for a spell will help people to forget what had happened there. A man was killed and the chef shot.”
“Oh crap! I need to work. I need the money for the bills, and I have to figure something out,” she exclaimed then began to sit up. Now her head really ached as she laid it back against the couch and held her hands against the temples. She felt that worrisome sensation as her gut clenched, and she feared using all her savings to live on until she found work. She could always take up her sisters’ offer to work with them but that wasn’t her original plan. The tears reached her eyes because she had just reached some financial freedom and was close to owning her home and some money saved in her bank account. But there were bills to pay, and that money would disappear quickly. Her head was beginning to pound.
“It’s going to be fine, Illeanna,” Julien told her as he sat down next to her and placed his hand on her knee. She felt the couch dip on her other side as Louis took position next to her there. He placed the palm of his hand on her belly, and she opened her eyes to find both men watching her.
“This is not your problem, it’s mine.” She felt Louis’s hand smooth up her belly, between her breasts, brushing along the mounds, infusing heat throughout her body and straight to her core, and then he cupped her chin and cheek.
She stared into his eyes, rich like chocolate, as the panic of his next move set in.
“We’re here for you, and we’re not leaving you on your own,” he stated, and she felt Julien squeeze her knee. She glanced toward Julien just as Louis placed his lips against her own and kissed her, keeping her facing him.
She was lost in that kiss a moment and the sensations ru
nning through her body. Louis kissed her deeply, making love to her mouth, exploring every inch with his tongue, as his hands held her firmly. She felt the rumble of a moan escape against his mouth then a set of fingers caress the waist of her shorts and the seam of her top. Julien glided his hands along her torso and straight to her breasts, igniting the fire within her and causing her to scoot lower onto the couch.
Her breasts swelled with excitement, the nipples hardened, and a need so deep caused her brain to malfunction and forget why she had resisted their moves in the past. But Louis kept kissing her, caressing her mouth with his tongue as his brother simultaneously felt her up. She felt her core tighten and tiny spasms of heat filter through her system.
“That’s it, Illeanna, don’t fight what you feel, what your body knows is right,” Julien stated.
She kept her legs crossed and hoped that she didn’t come from their touch alone yet knew that she could easily explode right now. She adjusted her hips, trying to get Louis to release her lips so she could regain some composure, when she felt Julien press his hand away from her breast down her torso to her shorts. She uncrossed her legs. She was consumed by the sensations. His fingers scraped along her mound, eliciting a moan as her legs parted on their own free will, helping Julien gain better access to her now-sopping-wet pussy.
“That’s it, sugar, oh yeah you feel so wet for us, Illeanna,” Julien stated then began to inch his way down to the rug. He began to pull her shorts down and lift her rear so he could pull her shorts off of her when she panicked.
Louis released her lips but kept her face between his hands as he panted for breath. His lips were red and swollen, and she was certain hers appeared the same way. “Please, Julien,” she pleaded but held Louis’s gaze.
“Let us pleasure you, Illeanna. Let us show you how good it will be with us,” Louis stated. She hesitated a moment as Julien removed her shorts and panties then pulled her lower to the edge of the couch.
She squealed a moment, and Louis covered her mouth in another lethal kiss just as Julien placed his mouth against her pussy lips.
Illeanna moaned against Louis’s mouth as Julien ate at her pussy, nibbling, licking, and sucking her clit as she thrust her pussy toward his face.
When she felt a digit press between her pussy lips and enter her vagina, she screamed her release into Louis’s mouth as he devoured her cries of pleasure. Julien continued to lick and suck away her cream as he added a second digit and pressed in and out of her pussy. She was on fire and felt the urge to orgasm again when Julien bit lightly on her clit, and she pulled her mouth away from Louis so she could gasp for lost breath.
“Oh God, Julien! Oh my God, what are you doing to me?” she asked as she looked down, now chin-to-chest to watch Julien continue to feast on her pussy. His face was red, the veins by his eyes raised, as he ate at her wildly between thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Louis took that moment to push the material of her tank to the side and cup a breast, releasing it slightly from her bra so he could taste her flesh as well. They made a feast of her, and all she could do was sink deeper into the couch and succumb to their sexual tactics.
“That’s it, sugar, just lie back and feel what we do to you. Feel how much we want you, Illeanna. We’ve always wanted you,” Louis stated before he licked her breast then pulled a nipple between his teeth.
His words echoed in her foggy mind. Lie back and feel what we do to you. We’ve always wanted you.
She repeated Louis’s words and the panic set in. She’d had sex and lost her virginity with Louis a year ago, and she never took another lover since. He had branded her back then. He had manipulated her mind to believe that she was special to him. But it had been a mistake. She knew if she accepted Louis as her lover, then she was accepting all the Boudoux men to share her. She snuck out that night and never spoke to him about it again. Yet he continued to see women. She knew he was sleeping with the women he took out on dates or to the movies. All his brothers were never alone on a Friday or Saturday night like she was. He ruined her for other men, and she wasn’t going to go down that lonely path again.
They must have sensed her uneasiness as Julien pressed a soft kiss against her pussy before pulling her panties back into place.
“Thank you, Illeanna,” he whispered then leaned up and kissed her softly.
Louis adjusted her breast back into place and touched a finger to her chin.
“Sweet as ever, Illeanna,” he whispered, and when he went to kiss her, she turned her cheek.
“Illeanna?” Louis said her name, and she scooted back up and tried to rise from the couch, but Julien held her legs.
“Baby, what’s wrong? Did we do something you didn’t like?” he asked, filled with concern. She didn’t want to hurt his feelings, but she couldn’t ignore the nagging thoughts running through her head that she was just another pussy to add a notch to their belts.
“That was nice, Julien,” she whispered, and he smiled as he rose up and sat beside her on the couch. She looked down and clutched her hands together.
“It just can’t happen again. I’m sorry, but you both need to go.”
* * * *
Just as Julien thought that he and his brother were making progress with Illeanna, she burst his bubble and dismissed both him and his brother.
“What do you mean never happen again? You were enjoying every minute of that, Illeanna. I heard your moans. Julien couldn’t keep up with the flow of your excitement,” Louis stated with anger as he rose from the couch and adjusted his crotch from his dick being hard as steel in the confined space.
“Go to hell, Louis. That’s exactly why this can’t happen again. I’m not one of your many whores. I won’t throw myself at you and your brothers to use me then toss me aside.”
“You watch your tongue, Illeanna. I don’t ever want to hear you say such a thing, you’re special to us,” Julien chimed in, and she looked confused at his statement. He knew she would continue to fight this attraction but they couldn’t wait much longer. They wanted her. He wanted her. She wanted love and commitment, and for some strange reason she must be thinking that they couldn’t offer her that.
“Just get out. I know how this works. I won’t be another notch in the Boudoux belts.”
“Another notch. What the hell, Illeanna? We care about you. I’ve cared about you and we—”
“Don’t say it, Louis. Don’t you dare bring up something that happened a year ago. That meant nothing to you, and I don’t ever want to hear you talk about it. You have no right!” she yelled then stood up, ready to leave the room. The moment she turned, the front door opened, and Johnny entered.
“Great! Don’t even bother to knock anymore. Just make yourselves at home and show no respect toward me whatsoever.” She began to hobble from the room when Julien lifted her up and carried her toward her bedroom.
* * * *
“What the fuck was that all about?” Johnny asked as he leaned his hand on his holster. His brother Louis looked wild as he ran his hand through his hair and paced in front of the couch.
“Fuck, that woman makes me insane,” Louis stated firmly.
“Join the club. That ain’t nothing new. What the hell just happened?” Johnny asked. When Louis explained, Johnny was shocked.
“So ya made some progress, that’s good.”
“That isn’t good. She thinks that we don’t really give a shit about her. She said she didn’t want to be one of our whores! Can you fucking believe that shit?”
“What? She said that and referred to herself as one to us?”
Louis nodded his head, and now Johnny felt just as ticked off as Louis.
“We need to go in there and straighten her mind out. We need to make her see that she’s special.”
“Yeah, we tried that, and she threw in my face about a year ago and how it meant nothing to me. She was the one that snuck out of the house after we made love. She was the one who i
gnored my calls and flipped me off every time she saw me in town.”
“You were with other women. Your idea about making her jealous thinking you were with other women backfired. She thought you were sleeping with them.”
“Fuck! It seemed like a good idea at the time since she wasn’t giving me the time of day. I haven’t slept with any women since Illeanna. How the fuck do you like that!” Louis stated, and Johnny was shocked.
“Did you tell her that?” Johnny asked.
“She cut me off and stormed out of here. You saw the rest. I’m fucking fuming right now, man. One minute I’m kissing her and feeling triumphant and the next she’s stomping on my heart and kicking me out the door. I need some air. I’ll see you later,” Louis stated then headed out of the house.
* * * *
Illeanna didn’t want Julien, Louis, or any other man next to her right now. Her head was pounding, and she was annoyed with Louis. She wouldn’t be caught up in some kind of game just because he decided he wanted to play with her again.
“Please, Julien, just let me down and leave me here,” she said as Julien held her in his arms and stared at her a moment. He gently laid her down on the bed and leaned one arm over her so he could be closer to her face.
“I don’t like seeing you upset like this. What happened back there, what we shared meant something—”
“No, Julien, don’t say anything. Right now I have a migraine, I’m exhausted from lack of sleep, and I can’t even differentiate truth from my own weakness right now. I can’t deal with this. I don’t want the trouble, the heartache, and the leftover, used feelings I’ll be left with when you all disappear. Now please just leave me alone.” Her voice cracked, and the emotion caught in her throat. Julien, with his puppy-dog brown eyes that hid his “my way or the highway” motto, just stared at her, appearing shocked.
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