Dwyer, Dixie Lynn - Angelique [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Oh,” she moaned against his shoulder. She nibbled with her teeth against his skin then moved to his neck. She raised her hips and pushed down on his digit, the need to feel relief feeding her body’s desires.

  “You wet for us, baby?” he teased then thrust his finger in and out.

  “Mmhmm,” she whispered then lifted up so she could look him in the eyes. His dark, almost black eyes held hers as he pulled his finger from her pussy and lifted her shirt off of her. He tossed it before he leaned forward to take a nipple between his teeth. Angelique stood on her knees, the cushioning supporting her as she let Eloi have his way with her breasts. She wanted to please him just as much as he had pleased her. She began to undo his pants when he pulled his mouth away.

  “You still sore, chère. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s fine, Eloi. I want to do this,” she told him then slowly crawled down his body, taking his pants along with her. The sight of his long, thick cock moving against his muscular belly made her juices flow and her hunger heighten. She licked her lips, and he held her gaze. His eyes sparkled with desire. Angelique bunched up his jeans to use under her knees so she wouldn’t get hurt on the wooden planks, and then she ran her fingers along his inner thighs.

  “Oh fuck, chère, you got me there already,” he whispered as he held his hands on his thighs and let her lead the way.

  Her fingers smoothed through the dusting of dark hair until she reached his balls. The man was big all over. She cupped them softly then leaned down and licked each one.

  “Oh, Angel,” he said as he reached for her hair and softly took a handful. She moved onto his cock, licking from balls to tip back and forth and twirling her tongue before taking him inside her mouth. She relaxed her body and her throat as she took him in deeper. There was no way in hell that she could fit all of him inside, but she would be sure to give it a shot. Her hunger for him grew stronger as his cologne and his scent filled her nostrils and made her pussy drip. Up and down, she sucked him, increasing her speed until he was holding her head and thrusting along with her. She knew that she was waving her ass and pussy in the air behind her and that his brothers watched. It turned her on and added fire to the already combusting inferno that surrounded them.

  She felt her own body tighten the moment she sensed someone move behind her and spread her legs. She moaned against Eloi’s cock as a tongue hit her pussy. Two hands grabbed her ass, and she knew that someone was lying down underneath her pussy, feasting away on her. She was so sexually aroused she pressed her pussy harder against the mouth and now fingers that explored her while she took Eloi in and out of her throat. She tried to figure out who would be so daring and so creative as to maneuver themselves into such a position, but then she didn’t care. It felt so fantastic, and it was so sexy she lost control. She slid her tongue back and forth and up and down the long, thick cock mimicking the tongue that ate away at her below. She could feel Eloi grow harder and thicker, knowing that he was about to combust and she along with him.

  Eloi grabbed her hair hard and thrust into her mouth, exploding inside of her. Her hips thrust up and down, riding the fingers that finger-fucked her pussy good as she moaned while she swallowed all of Eloi’s essence.

  The fingers moved from her cunt and were replaced by a tongue and suddenly teeth. “Oh!” she screamed as she fell forward, her face hitting Eloi’s inner thigh as her orgasm rocked her body. Eloi caressed her head and cheek while the sex god underneath her caressed her ass cheeks and sucked her clean.

  “Oh, oh,” she panted until he finally released her lips.

  “Fucking delicious,” Remy stated, and Angelique gasped. She was shocked. Her sweet Remy had a very wicked side to him.

  He sat up, reached for her, and pulled her into his arms.

  “You’re the tastiest fucking dessert I ever had and ever will have, and I want more.” He kissed her hard on the lips as he carried her inside of the house.

  * * * *

  Eloi sat there with his cock throbbing as he tried to control his breathing.

  “That good, huh?” Armand teased, and Marcel shook his head, smiling. They were both heading into the house.

  “How the fuck he come up with doing something like that?” Marcel asked.

  “I don’t fucking know, but holy shit, was our Angel on fire. She sucked my cock so hard and so good I lost control, and I think I blacked out or something,” Eloi said as he slowly began to get up.

  They chuckled as they headed inside.

  “Are you coming?” Marcel asked.

  “Yeah, I just need a minute,” Eloi stated as they left the porch.

  Eloi grabbed his jeans up off the ground. His Angel’s smell was all over them and him. He loved it. He loved her, and there was no way he was going to be able to comply with this whole privacy and secret life she had. He knew that had a lot to do with his personality. When he wanted something he went after it and got it. This was completely different. As much as he wanted to fall in love and maybe start a family along with his brothers, he also was afraid. He worried about feeling weak and vulnerable. He never fell in love before, and he never said those three words to a woman before. With Angelique he wanted to know everything, and he wanted her living here in their house where one of them could always be watching her. Thoughts of some other guy or guys trying to take her from him made him crazy inside. Between those dirt bags in town and those business meetings with Mike and Tye he was a jealous fool. He didn’t know why he was thinking such crazy thoughts, but damn it, he had never been in love before. He had never been in lust before either, but it seemed with Angel he was in both.

  * * * *

  “You have to put me down, Remy,” Angelique told him as he carried her up the stairs.

  “I will, sugar. In the bedroom.”

  She released a sigh and held his cheeks between her hands just as he went to go lay her down on the bed. Her feet hit the floor, and she had to raise her hands all the way up to keep them against his cheeks.

  “I have to go,” she whispered as the others entered the bedroom. Remy shook his head and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter against him. She shook her head and smiled.

  “You are making this real hard, Remy.”

  “Good,” he replied, and she stood up on tiptoes to kiss him.

  When the second set of hands landed on her waist and she felt the bare chest against her back along with a long, hard erection, she shuddered with desire.

  “Stay,” Armand whispered, squeezing her hips as he leaned down toward her neck and kissed it.

  “Oh, what y’all do to me is insane. I shouldn’t stay. It’s all too much.”

  “Stay or I’ll just track you down and bring you back, chère,” Eloi commanded as he entered the room. They all looked at him and then at Angelique. Remy pulled her closer and kissed her, making love to her mouth and destroying any last bit of fight she had in her to try and remain somewhat in control of this situation. She realized that when a good-bye kiss feels like this one, it was too difficult to leave. When Remy finally released her lips, he whispered against them as he held her close. “Stay with us. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms, right here as I hold you close.” He kissed her.

  Armand caressed her shoulders and wrapped his arm around her waist from behind her. The feel of their hands as they caressed her and the way Marcel and Eloi pulled down the covers on the bed and lowered the lights as if they had the final say made her belly quiver and her sex come alive all over again.

  Remy turned her toward Armand as Armand lay down on the bed. She knew what he wanted as she crawled on top of him and took his cock deep into her pussy. Eyes closed, head tilted back, she absorbed the connection and closeness. The room darkened, and the sound of crickets echoed through the double- glass doors as she began to move on top of him. He cupped her breasts, and she inhaled, savoring the moment and the feeling of all four men around her. Hands pressed against her shoulders then down her back, making her slide her
hands up Armand’s chest to the comforter above his shoulders. He leaned up and kissed her as the cool liquid and Remy’s finger pushed against her back entrance. She relaxed her body, unaware of their eyes upon her or even if they felt even remotely as close or connected to the sensations.

  “You’re a goddess. An absolute goddess,” Eloi whispered. She felt like a goddess. She felt like some sexual mistress with the power to love and make love to four men. Every part of her tingled with need.

  “Touch me,” she whispered as fingers caressed her shoulders and arms then across her nipples. She felt Remy’s cock at her anus just as Armand slowly thrust up into her.

  “Are you okay, chère?” Remy whispered against her back.

  “Yes,” she hissed, and then she felt his cock push through the tight rings and send her into ecstasy. They took turns thrusting into her, and she held on to each exquisite stroke, loving the feel of them and wanting more. She never felt so hungry and in need. They chanted her name and kissed her skin as they grabbed and pulled, thrust and devoured every part of her, including the resistance to love them. She opened her eyes to see Marcel.

  “Come here,” she told him, and she was amazed at how sexy her demand emerged from her lips. How empowered she felt and in complete control. He knew what she wanted as Marcel fisted his cock in his hand and moved it closer to her lips. She licked the tip as her body jerked up and down. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked him in, immediately starting her own rhythm to keep up with Armand and Remy’s thrusts.

  “Ah hell, she got the voodoo fur sure, no question about it,” Marcel stated in a somewhat distorted voice, but she didn’t care. Angelique felt like a seductress, alive, and perhaps a little magical. Voodoo or not, she’d take it all if she could feel this connected and loved forever.

  Armand panted then thrust two more times before exploding inside of her. His hot seed penetrated her core, and then Remy followed two thrusts later. A cock in her ass and one in her pussy, she focused on Marcel, licking him and sucking him until he growled then came. She sucked and licked until he was shivering with oversensitivity and had to pull from her mouth. She tried to calm her breathing as the men pulled slowly from her body and Eloi appeared with a wash cloth. He cleaned her gently then tossed the cloth toward the bathroom before he lifted her in his arms and got into bed with her tucked in against him.

  “You are staying the night, baby. No way are we going to let you go. No way,” he whispered then kissed her head. Remy moved in behind her, wrapping an arm over her midsection possessively. She thought about resisting them then decided against it as her men gathered around her just as she closed her eyes and fell to sleep.

  Chapter 9

  Willie Rousse watched as the Lafont men all took turns kissing the black-haired beauty good-bye. His dick was hard in his pants just thinking about her and how good she must be in the sack to be fucking four men at once. It made him imagine what exactly he would do to her when he got her all to himself. But first he had to be smart about getting her. The Lafonts seemed real fond of her and would probably be watching her at all times. All he and his brother did the other day was try to talk to her, and the damn deputy was on their asses in a second flat. The sheriff looked real pissed as he threatened them to stay away from his woman. Willie pulled back deeper into the bushes as not to be seen by any Lafont men. They were real big, and each had reputations that should be feared. He wasn’t afraid. No. He found him a hot Cajun woman whose body screamed sex, and his eyes were set on her.

  He quietly headed back toward his truck when he saw someone else in a car slowly pulling away from the wooded area. He recognized the vehicle. He had seen it in town before. What was the guy’s name? He started his truck and took off in the opposite direction while he went over the plan in his head. Then it came to him as he said the name out loud. “Pierre Williams.” That slimy thief was up to something, and he wanted to know what. He headed into town hoping to catch Pierre and find out why he was watching his woman and the Lafont men. The thought that Pierre was interested in Angelique made him angry. He’d seen her first. Way before Armand Lafont and that freakishly large sheriff. If they wanted a fight, then a fight he’d give them.

  * * * *

  “So you sure that they are all fucking her?” Bruce asked Pierre over the phone.

  “Yes, sir, I’m sure. She spent the night, and they each kissed her pretty damn good, never mind felt her up, too, before she got into her car and left.”

  “Damn. She is a fine-looking woman and must be involved with a lot of money or some business that both Tye and Mike had lunch with her. Find out more about her. She might come in handy when the time comes to apply some pressure to the Lafont family.”

  “No problem. I’m following her now,” Pierre stated then hung up the phone.

  * * * *

  “You start talking now, Angel, and there won’t be any trouble,” Ellena stated with her hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. Angelique crossed her arms in front of her chest and stomped her foot. She knew it was childish, but damn, she was an adult. Her sisters had to stop treating her this way.

  “I don’t have to say anything. I was out of town and will be again tonight and tomorrow. I just came home to grab some clothes and check on orders,” she yelled. Then Angelina added her concerns.

  “Who is he?” Angelina asked.

  “Who?” Ellena asked.

  “It isn’t a big deal. I just met some people and they’re real nice.”

  “So was that other piece of turd,” Ellena added, and Angelique cringed. Why did she have to bring him up? Why? She turned to walk away from them and head out the exit door in the restaurant kitchen. Ellena grabbed her arm.

  “I’m sorry, Angel. I just got all worried ’n’ all when you didn’t call this morning or come home last night. Me and Angelina stopped by your place and you weren’t there. We seen a bunch of boxes though, and our minds start wondering.”

  “Boxes?”

  “Yeah. They were from California.”

  Angelique had no idea who they were from, but she knew they had something to do with Secret Pleasures. It seemed she was going to either have to lie a bunch or she was going to have to come clean. She couldn’t lie to her sisters. She just couldn’t do it.

  “Meeting tonight at my place,” she told them. “Eight o’clock,” she added as she headed toward the door. Her sisters just stared at her.

  “I thought you said you had plans?” Ellena asked with her hands on her hips.

  “Change of plans,” she called over her shoulder then headed outside to her car. As soon as she started toward her place, she thought about her men. She smiled as she thought that. Her men? Her sisters were going to flip out. But what would be worse? Letting them know that she was in love with four men or that she owned and operated a lingerie store that had potential to go national? She swallowed hard. She better get out some strong liquor before she called the Lafont men. They were going to be pissed off that she wasn’t coming.

  * * * *

  “Angelique, what is this bullshit?” Armand asked as he looked at his brothers Marcel and Remy as they stood on the construction site near the main building. He could hardly hear her with the sound of the bulldozer working in the background.

  “I have a meeting with my sisters.”

  “What the hell kind a meeting?”

  “It’s important, Armand. Please understand. I promise I’ll be there by lunchtime tomorrow.”

  “You promised today, tonight.”

  “I know, but my sisters are real overprotective of me. I told you that. They want to know why I wasn’t home last night. They want to know what man I’m involved with. This is hard, Armand. They only remember my one and only boyfriend and how I wound up in the hospital.”

  “Hospital? You never said anything about any hospital.” He was really angry now. She was still keeping secrets. She hadn’t explained how bad the relationship with her ex really was. She was scared and hiding out.<
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  “That doesn’t matter, Armand. This conversation has been in the works for months with my sisters and me. It’s just bad timing, I know. Please understand.”

  As angry as he was, he wanted to build their trust. She seemed sincere, and she did say that her sisters were overprotective. But thoughts that this guy hurt her so badly that she was in the hospital burned inside. He would kill the bastard if he ever met him. He would kill anyone who tried to hurt his woman.

  “Okay, Angelique. I’ll tell the others. Can you at least try to call tonight?”

  “I’ll see if I can. I’ll miss you tonight. Tell Eloi, Marcel, and Remy that I will miss them, too, okay?”

  “I will.”

  He closed up his cell phone and let out a long sigh.

  “Well? What she say?” Remy asked.

  “She isn’t coming.”

  “What?” Marcel asked, and Armand explained.

  * * * *

  Angelique cooked some light desserts and lit a whole bunch of fancy candles, giving the living room a relaxing and tranquil setting. She lined up a few different nighties and other lingerie across the dining room table and hung others around the room that she knew each of her sisters would love. In the center she placed a few of her signature boxes and the orchids she used to decorate the packages before they shipped. In script the words “Secret Pleasures” stood out softly.

  She heard the knock at the door and called to them to enter.

  “What in the world are you up to?” Mikayla asked. Then, before Angelique could respond, she was eying one of the yellow sequined items Angelique knew would look fabulous on Mikayla.

  “What in the world is that? Now this is something I would totally wear. If I had anyone to wear it for,” she added then lifted it up and touched the material.