Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Now this is how I want you.”

  He reached back and grabbed the condom he’d thrown onto the bed. He covered his throbbing, hard cock as quickly as he could then lined it up with her pussy.

  He used his thumbs to spread her pussy lips, and she moaned and tilted toward him again

  “You’re not very patient are you?” he teased.

  “No,” she exclaimed.

  He chuckled then began to lower himself between her splayed thighs. In one slow motion he began to push his cock into her pussy, feeling her vaginal muscles grip his shaft with every inch he penetrated. Again he adjusted her hips and thighs and grabbed a pillow, placing it under her ass and hips before he shoved forward deep.

  Mikayla screamed, and Douglas began deep, penetrating strokes into her. She moved her head side to side and tried to reach for him, but he was so big and farther from her reach. Every penetrating stroke made her lose her breath then moan for more.

  “Oh God, so big. You’re so big, Douglas,” she told him.

  He continued to make love to her and play with her beautiful, plump breasts. They were more than a handful, the way he liked them. Her pretty pink nipples were hard and sticking out, so he leaned down to lick the tip, causing him to penetrate deeper. Mikayla moaned then grabbed for his head so she could kiss him. He obliged, and she ate at his mouth, using her tongue, her teeth and lips to kiss him passionately and explore. The sensations were getting to be too much for him. He wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer. He lowered his head to her shoulder and reached under her to press a finger to her anus. Mikayla squealed, her juices lubricating his strokes as he grunted to continue a few more strokes.

  “So tight and fucking perfect.” He thrust into her three more times before detonation.

  “Mikayla!”

  * * * *

  Their bodies were entwined. Neither of them wanted to move. Douglas lay on his side with his left thigh draped over her legs. His much larger frame encased her, and it made her feel safe and content. They talked about her job and what homes she was currently representing. He kissed along her neck and shoulder then toward the back of her head, making her tilt her hips so his cock lay hard against her ass. He wiggled and she scooted back against him.

  “Do you know you have these tiny little freckles scattered from the back of your ear to your neck?” he asked as he licked and kissed her skin, giving her goose bumps.

  “No,” she said softly, surprised at how sexy her tone was.

  “They’re beautiful just like you,” he whispered then touched each of them. He sat up a little and chuckled. His warm breath collided with her now-sensitive skin, and she turned to look at him.

  “What?”

  “It looks like the little dipper,” he informed her, and she scooted around to grab ahold of him to give a playful punch, but his size and quickness was no contest. He had her underneath him with her arms above her head and his chin between the cleavage of her breasts.

  “Temper temper,” he teased.

  “You got me,” she whispered, giving up easily to him. He was just too damn sexy to handle in this position.

  “That I do.” He thrust his cock against her pussy, and she widened her eyes in surprise.

  “Tell me about your work. I want to know more,” she asked him.

  He seemed like another round of sex was what he really wanted, but he obliged her request for more info. He told her about his multiple warehouses and the many trips to foreign countries he’d had to take to locate new products for unique specialty stores throughout the United States. She was very impressed.

  “Does Pierre do that, too? I mean own warehouses and sell specialty items from other countries?”

  He rolled to his back, instantly putting some distance between them.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked as she leaned up on her elbow to look at him. When she didn’t get an immediate response, she laid her hand over his taut muscles on his belly and began to caress him.

  “Did I say something wrong?” she asked.

  He looked at her very seriously and spoke with a stern, angry tone.

  “Pierre and I are nothing alike. He has nothing to do with my business or success.”

  Wow. There seems to be some intense competition between Pierre and Douglas, although it only seems Douglas feels that way. I haven’t heard Pierre say anything to indicate the same emotions.

  “Uhm, I don’t think that either of you are anything alike. Why do you always go on the defensive about Pierre?” she asked, and he immediately sat up against the headboard.

  “You’re taking his side? You think he’s better than me? Why, because he has a bodyguard, a private jet, and a chauffeur?”

  She needed to defuse this situation. She leaned over and began to kiss his taut muscles. He had great definition and obviously worked out a lot. She could feel him tense initially under her lips, but soon he was caressing her hair. She kissed her way up over his chest, licking his nipple before reaching his lips.

  She held his gaze. She wouldn’t leave things like this. It would make her wonder how they could all share in a relationship that required trust and commitment.

  “For the record, I wasn’t comparing you to Pierre. I haven’t compared any of you against one another, nor would I ever. You’re all different except for a few things.”

  “Like what?” he asked, and she knew he was trying to steer the conversation away from his earlier outburst. Their relationship was new, so she wouldn’t push it for now. After all, she had her own hang-ups and bad experiences she didn’t want dissected.

  “Well, you’re all very muscular and strong.”

  He touched her cheek and gently caressed it with his thumb.

  “And you like that about us?”

  She felt her cheeks warm and nodded her head.

  “What else do you find similar between us?”

  “Your abilities to get under my skin so easily. The overprotectiveness, the demanding tones you use.”

  He grabbed her and pulled her onto him so she straddled his waist. He eyed her breasts over, and she shyly tried to use one arm to cover herself. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she blushed then looked down.

  “Let me see you. Move that arm now,” he whispered in a raspy voice that had her entire libido ready for action.

  Slowly she lowered her arm. Her breasts felt full and aroused, and it made her feel sexy.

  “We’re demanding”—he slowly glided his hands from her waist up to cup her breasts—“because you’re so beautiful and sexy, and we get jealous thinking that other men want you when we want you all to ourselves. You’re everything we talked about having and then some. You’re perfect.” He used his thumbs to brush back and forth across her nipples.

  “I’m not perfect, and men do not want me,” she began to say.

  “You’re oblivious to it aren’t you? You don’t even see the way men look at you, wanting to devour you with their eyes? God, Mikayla, you worry me. No wonder Michael was so adamant about keeping you in our sights. You’re too sweet, too trusting and understanding. There are people out there who could manipulate you and destroy that innocence.”

  “I’m not like that. I’m just…just trying to survive and make a living,” she told him, feeling a bit on the defensive.

  “You need us to take care of you. You need the discipline.” He pinched her nipples rather hard, surprising her but also turning her on. She felt the tight imaginary string from her nipples to her clit. Damn, she liked it a lot.

  “You need us just as we’re beginning to realize how much we need you,” he said then reached up and pulled her down so he could kiss her.

  In an instant his hands were massaging her ass cheeks, her thighs, along her back, and he was holding the back of her neck in a dominant manner that made her pussy weep.

  He released her lips. “I want you now. I need to grab a condom.”

  “You don’t need one. I’m on the pill,” she told him as she rose up
, beginning to take his long, thick member into her. She craved it and the hunger was overwhelming.

  He held her hips in place and raised his eyebrows at her. What did I do now?

  “And you were going to tell us this when?” he asked angrily.

  “When I was ready and felt that I could trust you, Michael, Antoine, and Pierre. There’s a special connection when it’s skin to skin like that. I can’t give any of you my virginity, but I can at least give you this,” she admitted, knowing that with Justin he always used a condom. Plus she remained on the pill without him knowing. Deep down, she knew that he wasn’t a good person, she just didn’t want to admit it.

  Douglas smiled at her but also looked at her as if she had revealed something major he would question her about later. So slowly she eased herself down onto his shaft and took him fully inside of her. They both closed their eyes, and she began a slow rhythm on top of him until Douglas grunted, unable to take it any longer.

  He rolled her to her back and took over, making love to her in long, deep strokes as they held one another’s gazes, making love and connecting on an even higher level.

  * * * *

  An hour later as they sat together on the couch eating some grilled chicken over salad, Douglas’s phone rang. He smiled at Mikayla, enjoying their special alone time together. It made him feel more comfortable in their relationship and gave him peace of mind to be here to protect her. Seeing that his brother Pierre was on the line brought back the fact that she had been threatened.

  “Hello,” he answered his cell phone.

  “Hey, how is she doing?” Pierre asked, sounding truly concerned.

  “She’s doing great.”

  “Are you still out or are you stopping by our place?”

  He could hear the hope in his brother’s voice.

  “No. We decided to stay in. I’m at Mikayla’s. We picked up food on the way and have been here since. I met Franco and Johnny outside her place. They were patrolling.”

  “Yeah, Michael talked to Franco this morning after he heard about the situation with Mikayla and Lukon.”

  Pierre was silent a moment.

  “Well, she’s doing fine. I’m here and our date is going well. Do you want to speak with her?” Douglas offered before he even thought about it. It wasn’t like he would use this alone time against his brother or to piss him off. Their differences lay in other places. Like business.

  “Yeah, that would be great.”

  Douglas passed the phone to Mikayla, who sat with one leg tucked under her rear, wearing only his button-down shirt while eating her salad. She placed the bowl of salad on the table and took the phone from him.

  * * * *

  “Hey, sugar, how are you?” Pierre asked Mikayla.

  “I’m great. Douglas and I are eating some really delicious salads.”

  “Yeah, he mentioned a change of places for dinner,” Pierre responded, knowing that his brother had probably already made love to Mikayla at least once. It was nine o’clock and they were just eating now? He hoped that this time alone with Mikayla gave his brother some confidence in their commitment to the relationship. He didn’t like feeling on eggshells around him.

  “Yeah, well I was feeling tired, stressed out, and I guess a bit on edge after the phone calls. Hey, did you find out anything?” she asked him.

  “Michael’s been working on it. The problem is that the calls were made to your office line, and it appears that they came from a nonexistent location. That basically means we’re dealing with someone who knows what they’re doing and how to cover their tracks.”

  “Who would want to scare me like this?”

  “That’s what we’d like to know. Anyway, we’d like for you to come by our place tomorrow night. Will that work for you?”

  “Definitely. I miss you and Michael and Antoine. Will they be there, too?”

  “Of course. I miss you, too, sugar. You take care of Mr. Serious over there okay?” he told her, and she chuckled. The sound of her laugh was music to his ears and brought a smile to his face.

  “Good night,” he told her, and she said good night then hung up the phone.

  * * * *

  “Everything okay?” Douglas asked as he began to clean up their mess from dinner.

  “I guess so. Michael is working on finding out who this person could be.”

  “Do you have any enemies or anyone who has made threats besides Lukon?” Douglas asked.

  “No.”

  “Ex-boyfriends or any guys asking you out that you declined their invites?” he asked, curious about the past. She admitted that she wasn’t a virgin, which was fine. He was far from one himself.

  She stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “What do you think, that I have a trail of ex-boyfriends around me and guys flaunt themselves all over me or something? Or perhaps that I lead them on then decline their invites? Are you still hung up on the attorney from the office today?” she asked, and she was angry. Her big brown eyes were sparkling. She looked so sexy wearing only his shirt.

  “You’re a good-looking woman, sugar. I’ve witnessed the way men look at you. The first time I saw you…” he began to say then snagged her around the waist and pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him, and he laid one palm over her left ass cheek while he cupped her hair and the base of her head with his other hand.

  “It was a back view of your perfectly round ass. My cock got so hard, sugar, I could hardly speak. Then when you turned around, with those big brown eyes filled with fire and annoyance, I nearly grabbed you to spread you against the wall and devour your words with my mouth. So yeah, I’m still hung up on that touchy-feely attorney at the office and the dick that called you.”

  She lowered herself to look him in the eye, and he kissed her. He plunged his tongue into her mouth and devoured her moans as he explored her mouth.

  His hands caressed her body underneath the shirt, and he pulled it up, releasing her lips while he disposed of the garment.

  She in return grabbed his jeans, unbuttoned them, and reached inside to grab ahold of his cock.

  “Get up,” he told her, and she stopped with her hand latched on to his penis.

  “Get your ass in that bedroom, woman, or I’m gonna spank it.”

  She seemed to absorb the intensity he must have shown in his expression then debated before bolting up and running toward her bedroom. He leaped over the couch and nearly caught her. She fell to the bed laughing as he ripped off his jeans then jumped onto the bed, grabbing her by the ankles and pulling her beneath him.

  She squealed and laughed until he kissed her. It was a wild, hot, wet kiss that lasted only moments until he pressed his cock between her sweet, wet folds and sunk into her deep.

  Her head tilted back, and her legs wrapped around him as he began to pump into her, imprinting his mark on her and knowing that with every stroke and every kiss he grew deeper and deeper in love with Mikayla.

  She grabbed ahold of his hair, tugged, and caressed him as she rooted him on to go harder, move faster. He lifted up higher, pulling her legs up over his shoulders as he thrust into her channel. She screamed her release just as he felt himself reach the top then explode, pouring his seed into her womb.

  He panted for breath, loving the feel of her in his arms and how wild and crazy she made him feel. They held one another, caressing and kissing exposed skin as they calmed their breathing.

  Mikayla reached up and cupped his cheek.

  “Stay with me tonight?” she whispered, and his heart soared.

  “Whatever you want, sugar.”

  Chapter 10

  Douglas left Mikayla’s house early so he could go home to change then head to work. He would meet her at his estate tonight.

  Mikayla hurried to shower and get dressed. She was a few minutes late when she got to the office and saw Betty had the new agents looking over the paperwork and documents necessary before they were hired.

  “Let me just run into my office to drop off these things.
I have a light schedule and just have to show the Mastersons a few more houses at noontime.” Mikayla walked down the hallway and into her office. As soon as she opened the door, she knew that something wasn’t right.

  She didn’t have to go all the way in to see that some things were left on her desk and the window was broken. Someone had burglarized her office.

  “Betty, call the police immediately. Someone broke in here,” she called to her assistant. The expressions on her hopefully still-new employees did not look promising.

  “Is it the same guy who made the calls to you? We should call Michael,” Betty stated firmly. She was calling Michael by his first name as if she had every right to do so. He had come to the office to get the phone calls on voice mail and talk with her. Had he also said to call him if anything happened? Her mind was thinking crazy thoughts as she dismissed the feelings of sophomoric jealousy and instead walked a little further into her office. She hoped that her files weren’t tampered with.

  That’s when she saw the items on the desk. There was some really sexy, red underwear with garter belts attached, some rope, and some other items she couldn’t make out from the distance but didn’t want to chance destroying possible evidence. She stepped back and Betty had Michael on the phone.

  Mikayla took the call from him.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, I just got here and saw that the window was broken and that someone broke in.”

  “Don’t touch anything,” he commanded.

  “He left stuff,” she whispered.

  She guessed he hadn’t heard her when he stated firmly back at her, “What?”

  “He left stuff. I can’t see everything, Michael. I didn’t want to contaminate possible evidence.”

  “Good. Stay out of there and keep everyone out. I’ll be there with some people momentarily. The local police will be notified to remain outside until my arrival. Stay calm, sugar.”

  Mikayla passed the phone back to Betty, and she told everyone that the police were on their way and to check to make sure no other windows were broken and that nothing else was tampered with. She knew there wouldn’t be. This asshole was messing with her.