Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (13 page)

She felt his reprimand to her gut. He was truly pissed off, but she was an independent woman, used to handling things herself. It was who she was. Certain circumstances hardened her from needing the support and comfort from others. Namely, Justin and his cheating, selfish ways.

“I’m a big girl, Antoine, and I don’t need a man to defend me and take care of me.”

He glanced at her quickly as if shocked by her words before he looked forward and slowed the vehicle down. That’s when she saw that they were at the Fromm estate. He’d brought her back to his brothers. This wasn’t going to go over well at all.

* * * *

“She was attacked by some asshole and didn’t call the police or tell Antoine immediately?” Michael asked Pierre as he and Douglas stood waiting for Antoine to arrive.

“That’s what Antoine said. They went through lunch and walked down by the water. He went to kiss her and she pulled away. He thought she wasn’t feeling attracted to him but then he noticed that her lip was a little swollen,” Pierre stated angrily.

“This guy forcefully kissed her?” Michael raised his voice.

“Why wouldn’t she say something right away? Does she know this guy? Is he an ex-boyfriend or something?” Douglas asked as they heard the front door open.

“They’re here,” Pierre said.

* * * *

Mikayla was hesitant to enter the house, but with Antoine’s arm around her waist and his stern expression for her to keep the ice on her hand, she entered their home.

She froze in place the moment she made eye contact with Michael, then Pierre and Douglas.

“How bad is it, Doc?” Pierre asked as Antoine walked her into the living room.

“It’s not bad at all,” she interrupted as Antoine shuffled her into the room, and Michael closed the double wooden doors behind them. They surrounded her, and none of them looked happy.

“I’m going to get more ice. That’s got to be melting by now. She may need an X-ray,” Antoine announced, and a few mumbled curses went through the room.

“I’m fine really. It will heal in no time.” Why was he being so dramatic? An X-ray?

“Let me take a look.” Michael gently took the injured hand into his own. He glanced up at her lips, and she turned away, only to face Douglas, who then placed his fingers under her chin to tilt it up toward him so he could see for himself. She knew that her lip was a bit swollen. She didn’t know how to react to their protectiveness and unnecessary amount of attention. She pulled her hand from Michael’s and cringed from the slight ache of pain she felt. She turned away from them.

“Mikayla, you should have called the police. I can have someone here in five minutes,” Michael told her, and she turned toward him. She didn’t want to blow this out of proportion.

“That’s not necessary,” she responded.

“Not necessary? Did you know this guy? Is he an ex-boyfriend of yours?” Douglas asked, appearing angry, yet he placed his arm around her waist and pulled her against his side. She placed her hands against his chest and looked him in the eyes. His green eyes were identical to Antoine’s, yet they weren’t blood brothers. It was odd.

“He wasn’t an ex-boyfriend. I took care of it, and I felt that there was no need to carry on about it. I don’t know what type of women you four are used to, but I fight my own battles, and I won’t use some incident of sexual harassment to get my potential boyfriends to show protectiveness or aggressive behavior in some barbaric show of affection.”

“Potential boyfriends?” Antoine asked.

“Incident of sexual harassment? Try sexual assault, Mikayla,” Michael added.

“Barbaric show of affection?” Douglas stated, and before she could step out of his hold, he pulled her tighter against him and kissed her.

At first his lips pressed hard against her own lips, but then as if realizing she could be feeling some pain from the “sexual assault” as Michael had put it, Douglas eased up on the kiss. His hands roamed over every inch of her body then under her skirt to her ass. He massaged and squeezed while his tongue explored her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, and the atmosphere in the room took a total turn.

Douglas lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back. He was so tall and large with wide shoulders and bulging muscles that it was difficult to truly hug him to her, but she did her best.

* * * *

Douglas couldn’t get enough of her taste. He wanted her. He was worried about her safety and the fact that some lowlife attacked her that all he wanted to do was hold her close to him. He meant to stop her from further outbursts when he kissed her. He didn’t want to hear about overprotectiveness, testosterone, and her damn independence. Some asshole hurt her, and it could have been a lot worse. Now, as he felt her ass beneath the palm of his hand and the skimpy panties she wore, he became more possessive and angry at what could have happened to her. Now here she was, kissing him back and rubbing herself against him, and all he wanted was to make love to her.

Slowly he released her lips to kiss along her shoulder and neck. He cupped her breast with his right hand while he held her against him with his left hand plastered to her ass. She clung to him, and when she didn’t tell him to stop, he continued to massage her breast and then push the material down. He was shocked that she wasn’t wearing a bra. What if that guy had gotten further? His anger was getting the better of him, so he focused on her beauty, her soft, tanned skin, and her moans.

He licked over her breast then pulled the pink nipple between his front teeth. She squeezed his shoulders and thrust her mound against his waist.

“Mikayla, I don’t want to stop, sugar. I want you here and now.”

“Yes, oh God, yes, please,” she replied, and he squeezed her to him.

“Not here. I don’t want our first time to be in a damn living room with you bent over an arm of a chair. I’ll save that for another time.”

She blushed then laid her head against his chest.

He began to carry her from the room, and his brothers followed him upstairs to the bedroom.

* * * *

Mikayla was shaking. One minute she was getting bent at them for acting so overprotective and the next she was all fired up and wet beyond belief from Douglas’s kiss and caress. She wanted him. She wanted all of them. As he climbed the stairs, she knew that the others followed. Anticipation filled her, and then she recalled how they said they’d never done this before. Together, they’d never made love to a woman.

Douglas held her as if she weighed nothing at all, and it thrilled her to be in his arms and carried to his bedroom. They entered a large room, down a long hallway, and it was dimly lit. She was grateful, as the fear that they might not find her as attractive naked filled her mind. The damn insecure thoughts could ruin this time. She swallowed hard as Douglas slowly lowered her down his body until her feet touched the floor.

He held her gaze, and she looked up, absorbing his intense stare. He began to slide the sweater off her shoulders, down her arms, then onto the floor. She was glad she had worn the strapless dress, and it appeared that the others were as well.

He caressed her arms, and then she felt another presence behind her. Michael caressed her neck then lifted her hair off her shoulders before she felt his lips singe her skin. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling of them touching her.

“So beautiful. So soft and sweet,” Douglas whispered then kissed her lips softly. Someone took her left hand and brought it higher until she felt tender kisses upon each finger. She didn’t want to look. She just wanted to feel and to know that all four of them were touching her together. Then she felt her other hand being raised softly and her fingertips kissed gently. Her hand hurt, but she hid it from them.

“This is such a pretty dress, and you look really good in it, sugar, but it has to come off. I want to see all of you,” Douglas whispered.

She opened her eyes to find him staring at her. A glance to her left and she saw Pierre. A glance to her right and she saw Antoine. She knew that Michael was behind her, and then she felt his erection despite the pants he wore as he pressed against her.

“You’ve got me so fucking hard right now, Mikayla. I want to spank you for what you’ve done. You will learn to not keep secrets from us. Especially when it involves your safety,” he stated, surprising her and making her jolt forward toward Douglas as Michael glided the palm of his hand over her ass cheeks.

Damn, did she find his words to be so erotic and dark. She never thought about being spanked during sex. Apparently his authoritative side led even into the bedroom.

“She doesn’t understand the rules, Michael. We’ll have to make her understand the rules we have and that they’re for her protection and safety,” Douglas offered.

“What rules?” she asked as her voice cracked, revealing that their touch and their words were having an effect on her.

Douglas began to run his fingers under the seam of her dress then slowly pull it down to her feet. She heard their intakes of breath and then felt Pierre and Antoine hold her arms and press a hand against her waist to balance her as she stepped out of the dress.

Douglas stepped back to take in the sight of her.

“Fucking hot,” he whispered, then reached toward her, trailing a finger from her throat down her belly between her breasts to her mound. With his finger he drew circles over the silk of her thong panties, pressing deeper to separate her pussy lips. She moaned then pressed against his finger, and he chuckled.

“You like that, Mikayla? You like when I tease your cunt?” he asked, and she moaned again, closing her eyes and shying away from his naughty language as the heat filled her center.

“Come take a look at our woman. Come see how wet she is for us,” Douglas stated, and they each stepped next to him and looked at her.

Michael had a look of pure lust on his face. His eyes matched Antoine’s who began to undress before her eyes. He was a work of art. Then it was Douglas who pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it behind him without a care. Next came his pants and damn if the man wasn’t wearing any underwear or boxers. She swallowed hard and licked her lips. He was huge.

Pierre followed suit, pulling off his shirt, revealing a very chiseled chest and perfect abs. They were all in amazing shape, and her body tingled with desire and trepidation. Could she do this? Could she have sex with four men?

“I love the heels, sugar. Those are going to stay on while I fuck you long and slow.” Douglas pulled her to him and kissed her again. She felt another set of hands on her waist then her panties being pulled from her body.

“Look at this ass. It will be a pleasure to spank it,” Michael said then pressed the palms of his hands against her lower back then over her ass cheeks.

“It’s going to be even better to fuck it,” Pierre added, and she felt her pussy leak. Douglas lifted her up then placed her on the bed. He stood between her legs, staring at her body and running his large hands along her torso then over her breasts.

“You were built for me. For us,” he stated then let his finger trace her nipple and her right breast before reaching her chin and nose. Something came over her, and she arched toward him. His eyes widened, and she saw Antoine, Pierre, and Michael surround them.

“You’re sure, Mikayla? It’s all of us or none,” Pierre stated.

“Yes. I want you all,” she told them, and Douglas tore open a foil wrap and prepared to make love to her.

He pressed his thumbs over her pussy lips and then her thighs.

“I have to be inside of you.” He slowly penetrated her.

Mikayla moaned and grabbed on to his shoulders as he pushed deeper then covered her body with his own. Even the feel of his hard cock pressing into her felt so good and yet different.

She absorbed every movement, every stroke, and every feel of his touch and even the intensity of his emotions as he made love to her. He was very large, and as he increased his speed, she opened her mouth to gasp for breath. He lifted up, thrusting his hips into her, telling her how beautiful she was and how good it felt to be inside of her. Then she felt Michael move onto the bed and take her right breast into his mouth. He licked her nipple then pulled and tugged on it, eliciting more sensations. She was about to explode.

“Such a sweet mouth. I got something for you, sugar,” Pierre stated with his cock fisted in his hand. Her eyes widened, and she wondered if she could do this. Could she suck on Pierre as Douglas made love to her?

Michael was now above her caressing her shoulders and her left breast.

“You can do it, baby. Open up for him. We want to all make love to you.

Slowly she opened for Pierre, seeing the intensity and that mysterious darkness that showed in his eyes.

She licked the tip of his cock then opened wider as Douglas slowed his strokes and Antoine feasted on her breast. She did her best to lick him then swallow as much of him as she could. He held her head and pressed into her until he found a rhythm she could keep up with.

There she was, being made love to by Douglas and now Pierre. They were all there. They were all part of it, and she could feel the connection.