“Forget them and do what I tell ya,” he barked at her, and she stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, staring at him and giving him the evil eye despite her complete nakedness.
He gave her a pouty lip and pulled her against him.
“I’m sorry, sugar. I just ache for you so bad I can’t take it anymore. Please let’s try.”
She couldn’t resist Julien as she began to pull down his shorts and boxers.
He pulled her to him, his cock hard and long against her belly, and kissed her. It was hot and wild, and his tongue unforgiving, merciless, as he moved her toward the low dresser.
He was strong, oh so strong, when he pulled from her mouth, turned her around with one good arm, and bent her over the dresser. She was surprised at how turned on she was at his abrupt behavior.
“Oh!” she moaned as he spread her thighs with his thigh, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressed into her pussy from behind. He shoved forward and they both moan.
“Fuck yeah, that feels so good, sugar, so fucking good.”
In and out he thrust deeply, holding her with one arm.
“Put your hands on the dresser palms down and lay your cheek against it as if I’m holding you there,” he ordered so quickly. She immediately responded to his commanding tone. She knew that if he had his other arm and hand free from the sling that he would be doing this himself.
“That’s it, baby, oh yeah just like that.” He thrust hard and fast, his balls slapping against her ass as he continued wave upon wave of release. She was going to lose it at any moment and bam! She detonated, screaming his name as he poured himself into her at the same time.
“What the fuck!” Louis’s voice filled the room. Illeanna tried to look toward him, but she was so out of breath she could barely focus. Julien slowly pulled from Illeanna’s body, tightened his arm that remained around her waist and kissed her neck then shakily walked backward and fell with her onto the bed.
“You asshole! I hope it was worth it because you’re going to be feeling that for awhile,” Louis teased as Illeanna grabbed a shirt and covered herself.
“Are you okay, Julien?” she asked as she kissed his mouth and caressed his chest. He was lying there, sexy, muscular thighs spread wide, and a huge smile on his face.
“I love you, sugar,” he told her.
“I love you, too.” She reached down to get his shorts and helped him into them.
“I’ll just lie here awhile if you all don’t mind,” Julien said then closed his eyes.
Illeanna looked up at Louis, who had his arms crossed in front of his chest and a scowl plastered on his face.
“You in a heap of trouble, woman.”
Her heart lifted with joy, and she knew that everything was going to work out just fine between them.
“Promises, promises,” she stated as she got up off the bed and prepared to head to the bathroom for a shower.
Louis grabbed her hand to stop her and held her hands behind her back.
“Really? Is that a challenge, little chef?” he teased her then squeezed her ass cheeks while still holding her wrists with one hand. He kneaded the flesh, and suddenly she was feeling very wet again.
“You can’t keep me in the bedroom all day long every day you know.”
“Sure we can,” he teased.
“Sounds great to me,” Julien chimed in, and they chuckled.
“What’s going on?” Franco asked as he entered the bedroom with Johnny standing in the doorway behind him.
Louis smiled as he looked at his brothers and then at Illeanna.
“Looks like another day in bed for you, little chef.”
Illeanna was blushing. She felt her whole body thrill with excitement because she knew that in their arms was the safest and most perfect place to be.
She rolled her head back and closed her eyes “Oh hell, why fight it, take me.”
The men whistled and howled, and so it began again, another day in love on the Bayou.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
Also by Dixie Lynn Dwyer
Ménage Amour: Were Trilogy 1: Were She Belongs
Ménage Amour: Were Trilogy 2: Were Love Found Her
Ménage Everlasting: Were Trilogy 3: Were Love Conquers All
Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Men of Five-O #1:
SWAT Team One and the Social Worker
Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Men of Five-O #2:
SWAT Team Two and Miss Robin Hood
Siren LoveXtreme Forever: The Men of Five-O #3:
Task Force Three and the Irish Jewel
Ménage Amour: The Town of Pearl 1: For the Love of Anna
Ménage Amour: The Town of Pearl 2: Stacy’s Destiny
Ménage Everlasting; Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 1: Angelique
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