by Robin Gideon
Diana Finds Ecstasy in the Big Easy
What’s a young woman to do when she finds herself the object of two brothers’ intense affection who belong to the most notorious family in Louisiana?
Diana and her father run a small, charter fishing business in the bayous of Louisiana. Diana leads a simple, quiet life, one with little excitement, but very few problems. Then Marcus and William deVille charter her boat, and Diana tries to tell herself that all that’s happening with the three of them is a little harmless flirting. She convinces herself that the handsome, wealthy bachelors really mean nothing by it. That is, until flirting turns into red-hot passion that won’t be cooled with just a single encounter. Marcus and William tell Diana they want her as their own and they’re going to take her to the Big Easy just to show her how serious they are.
Can Diana find her personal happily ever after in the arms of two men notorious for their womanizing?
Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 52,733 words
DIANA FINDS ECSTASY IN
THE BIG EASY
Robin Gideon
MENAGE AMOUR
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DIANA FINDS ECSTASY IN THE BIG EASY
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DEDICATION
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Epilogue
About the Author
DIANA FINDS ECSTASY IN THE BIG EASY
ROBIN GIDEON
Copyright © 2016
Chapter 1
On the Eau Claire River, Nouveau Paradis, Louisiana —June
Diana Venopolis tried not to look at William and Marcus deVille. As biological twins, they were handsome as hell, rich as Midas, and consequently, they represented a lot that she didn’t like in this world. But they were good-paying customers—no, that wasn’t accurate. They and their brothers were magnificently paying customers—and they’d never once tried to get “handy” with her, even though this was the fifth time they’d chartered her father’s pontoon boat and hired him to be their fishing guide.
Of course, the fact that her father was on the pontoon boat whenever they were on it might have had something to do with their gentlemanly behavior. Men always behaved more mannerly when a woman’s father was standing just a few feet away.
“Almost done for the afternoon,” Diana’s father said, looking at his cheap, enormous, waterproof plastic wristwatch.
She could tell that he was only a little bit drunk, but he wanted to get a lot more intoxicated before the sun went down. He pretty much always maintained a reasonable decorum whenever customers could see him. At least on the boat. When he got to My Place, his favorite saloon in town, then he’d allow himself to get sloppy, even if there were customers in there to see him.
“Last cast,” Diana called out to the four deVille brothers.
Two of the brothers were fishing for largemouth bass, the most elusive and elite of all the fish in the freshwater river but also the fiercest fighter. The fish that fought the most were not necessarily the tastiest since many felt that the numerous types of sunfish and crappies were heavenly on a plate. Sunfish and crappies, though in abundance, just didn’t fight like the bass did. There was something electrifying about hooking a bass then trying to reel him in as he leapt out of the water and fought with all his spirit.
Arguments abounded on what the best method was to clean freshwater fish, but it was a lot like arguing about religion. A person’s was going to believe what they believed, and there weren’t enough facts or logic in the world to change anyone’s mind on the subject once it was made up.
“Try over there,” Diana said to William. He had on just a bobber, a lead weight, and a worm on a hook, fishing with an ultralight rig. “Near where you can see the tree stump. I’ll bet there are some big crappies just sitting in the shade of that tree.”
She was impressed with the accuracy of his cast. He dropped the little red-and-white bobber exactly where she’d wanted him to.
Diana cautioned herself. There were a lot of things about William that were impressing her of late, and the same was true of Marcus, but she knew that neither man was in her social set. Not even close. The most they could ever want from her was a good
day of fishing and maybe a quick roll in the hay.
She was only willing to provide the skills necessary to navigate the pontoon to wherever her father said it had to go. He was the captain, and she was the pilot, and they never confused their roles aboard the pontoon—no matter how drunk he got.
The fact that her father didn’t breathe a sober breath from 10 a.m. on was the reason that Diana piloted the boat. She remained abstinent during the chartered fishing trip. Should the Department of Natural Resources show up in one of their speedboats, she’d be stone-cold sober at the wheel of the boat and nary a question would be asked of her father, who quite likely would have been drinking ouzo-laced coffee since the time he woke up.
He disguised the smell of the ouzo by always chewing on black licorice, which smelled exactly like the Greek liquor. He didn’t really fool anyone with his charade, Diana suspected, but nobody called him out on it.
Diana watched as William’s bobber settled into position and then, within twenty seconds, began to bounce on the surface of the clear water of the Eau Claire River.
“You were right,” William said, standing, preparing himself to set the hook.
“Once in a while,” Diana said dismissively, though she was happier than she was willing to admit that William was pleased with her.
“With you and your father, it’s one hell of a lot more than once in a whi—”
The bobber took a sharp dive beneath the surface of the water, and William paused only a moment then gave a short, firm tug on the rod. Diana watched as the slender fishing rod trembled, and she knew instantly that he had a crappie on the line and that it was of a considerable size.
She’d been playing this game since she was a little girl. Not much surprised her anymore. She believed she’d pretty much seen everything.
She wasn’t necessarily happy about all that she’d seen in her life, because she’d probably seen more than she should have seen, and that was the truth of it. She couldn’t change the past, but she could try to forget about it.
* * * *
William liked the way that Diana looked, but he wished he didn’t appreciate it quite as much as he did. A voluptuous young woman, she was wearing a bikini swimsuit, though the bottom of her figure was currently hidden with denim shorts that didn’t really hide all that much. Her breasts, though, extravagantly full and round, held only by the sheerest and skimpiest black polyester material, were on display…but not because she wanted them to be. It was because her father wanted them to be. The old man understood that a little “eye candy” caused repeat customers at his somewhat profitable chartered fishing boat business.
William hadn’t understood that unsavory fact the first time he’d chartered the fishing expedition. He’d thought at first it just a damned happy coincidence that when he and his brothers hired out the chartered twenty-eight-foot pontoon boat for either the morning or afternoon shift that the daughter of the captain would just happen to be wearing a bikini top that put her drop-dead glorious breasts out there for all the world to see. If not all the world, at least everyone on the well-appointed pontoon boat.
After having been on the boat for five separate excursions, he now knew the eye candy wasn’t coincidence. He also knew that it wasn’t Diana’s less-than-subtle sense of commercialism that caused her to put her charms on display. She had once shown up with a short-sleeved blouse over her bikini top, and William had caught the look the old man gave his daughter. When she took off the blouse and wore only her bikini top, he gave her a smile.
Oh, damn, this is all the old man’s design, he immediately concluded.
The old man might be a drunk, but he knew the Eau Claire River better than anyone else on the planet, he knew where the fish were, and he knew that his daughter was gorgeous, voluptuous, obedient, and, if he put her in a skimpy bikini for the duration of the chartered fishing expedition, he’d have lots of repeat customers, particularly from the wealthy men from nearby New Orleans. That, above everything else, was his chief concern.
“I’m on it,” Diana’s father said, grabbing the landing net. He appeared to take his few professional obligations quite sincerely.
“This is a nice one. Oh yes,” William said, momentarily forgetting that he really disliked the old man a great deal. “This one’s going to fill the plate!”
It was a crappie, and though to say it would fill the plate would be an exaggeration, the statement wasn’t completely out of line. It would make a high-protein meal for a single person. When William got it close to the edge of the boat, with his ultra-light fishing pole bending sharply and his four-pound monofilament line nearing its breaking point, Diana’s father slipped the landing net into the water. A moment later the fish was on board.
William watched as the hook was removed with gnarled hands that had done the same thing a million times before. An instant later, the virtually unharmed fish was put into the aluminum wire basket and then put back into the water.
All quick and clean. The old man handles the fish, makes all the decisions, and pretends he isn’t drunk. The daughter wears a bikini top, pilots the boat, and is the one who’s perfectly sober if the authorities show up.
Nice setup. He felt a certain bitterness. I bet she doesn’t have a vote in what she wears or when she works.
He suddenly felt quite guilty about his family fortune and all the advantages that it gave him.
He looked at Diana as she sat behind the wheel of the pontoon boat. She wore a New Orleans Saints duckbilled cap, a black bikini top that covered some of her full breasts without, in any way, hiding their shape or size, and a pair of denim shorts that prevented him from seeing just how skimpy the bottom half of that bikini really was.
William felt a little guilty about wondering what she’d look like in just the bikini. He strongly suspected her sartorial selections wouldn’t be nearly so revealing provided she alone was the decision-maker. But she wasn’t. William suspected her old man was the one who held the trump card.
William glanced over at Marcus, his twin brother. He, too, was looking at Diana, and there was more in his eyes than just the appreciation a man had for a woman of beauty. As twins, though not identical twins, they viewed countless things very much the same way, understanding situations and interpreting signs in precisely the same manner, even if they never exchanged a word. It was an eerie connection they had, and one that only they themselves entirely understood.
It seemed that with Diana, and her plight, William and his brother were once again on the same page but in an entirely different way with a woman than ever before.
They both wanted her. William hadn’t any doubt about that. Not from the very beginning. In the past, the twin brothers had sometimes turned their romantic sights on the same girl, but whenever that had happened, they always had a quiet, calm discussion over a relaxing cocktail, and at the end of it, one of them would decide to be the first to introduce the girl to deVille sexual charms, and the other would, upon either the first’s boredom or the sense that the girl was beginning to toxically take their relationship “too serious,” step in to introduce her to a new style of deVille lovemaking, which he promised would be even more satisfying than his brother’s.
The twins had shared many women this way…though they’d never sexually experienced one at the same time.
The previous times they’d procured Diana’s father’s services, they’d ended up at the restaurant in Nouveau Pardis called My Place, a Cajun-style eatery and tavern famous for its deep-fried chicken wings and other culinary delights, none of which could claim the federally regulated heart-smart symbol on the menu. The food there was delicious and served in portions that fishermen and dockworkers appreciated. The customers, almost exclusively male, also appreciated the fact that the waitresses were all young, in miniskirts or short-shorts and tight halter-tops. And sometimes weren’t wearing bras.
Tips to waitresses at My Place were often something north of extravagant.
The deVilles had booked the morning
excursion—eight a.m. to noon—and the pontoon returned to the dock at precisely one minute after noon. Diana’s father, a retired sailor with the Greek navy, liked to make sure that his customers got their money’s worth but not a penny more. He never docked early. He never docked late. He was also never quite sober.
“Gentlemen, my daughter can clean the boat. My Place is just down the road, and we’ll meet you there shortly. I’ll clean your fish and have them flash-frozen for you, if that’s your druthers, or I can put them on ice in a Styrofoam cooler if you intend to eat them within a day or two. The four of you caught many beautiful crappies, several very large largemouth bass, and a fryer full of catfish that I will clean to perfection for you. As far as meals go, the catfish are terribly underrated, but when cleaned properly and cooked the way they’re supposed to be cooked, they make as fine a meal as you can get anywhere.”
William said, “We’ll trust your judgment on all things fishing. Clean the fish and divide them up equally then have them flash frozen. We’ll meet you at the restaurant, and we’ll square things up there.”
“Just like that last time?” Diana’s father asked with a smile. William knew that his older brother had tipped the old man extravagantly. “That suits this old Greek sailor to a T.”
* * * *
Diana watched as the four deVille brothers walked down the dock. Their vehicle, a Cadillac stretch limousine, was parked in the lot beside the boat-loading ramp. There was a driver, dressed in gray livery, waiting patiently for them whenever they were ready to return to New Orleans.