Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (24 page)

“Oh, my God. I can’t take it,” she said in shock. They made her orgasm like that just from their simultaneous touch.

As she recovered she looked at Douglas and then Pierre and could see that they knew they had power over her body.

“I want you, both of you now,” she told them, and in a flash Douglas was up on the bed and Pierre was lifting her up and turning her around to straddle Douglas’s waist.

She grabbed hold of his cock, long and thick. She teased it with her fingers. She slid down lower as Pierre moved toward the dresser drawer, and she took Douglas’s cock into her mouth.

“Oh damn, Mikayla, that feels so good,” Douglas stated as she sucked him, taking him as deeply as she could then slowly pulling him out. His fingers grabbed hold of her hair, keeping her head and mouth in place as he thrust slowly upward.

She was lost in his power and control when she felt something cold press against her anus. She jumped and released Douglas’s cock.

“Sorry, baby. I’m shaking, I need you so fucking badly,” Pierre admitted.

She smiled at him over her shoulder.

“I want you badly, too,” she whispered as he glided the palms of his hands up and over her ass to her waist then back down again.

“This ass is mine, sugar. Now ride Douglas’s cock so we can both make love to you together.”

Mikayla looked at Douglas as he held her hips, lifting her up so he could lower her onto his shaft.

“Hi,” she said, and he smiled then licked his lips.

“Hi,” he responded.

She lowered her pussy over his cock, taking him slowly inch by inch until Douglas pressed her down hard.

She jerked, and he gave her a look that told her she was in trouble for teasing him.

Mikayla chuckled.

“Ouch,” she yelled, never expecting the smack to her ass or the instant liquid heat that followed the area he spanked.

She pressed her ass back while she pushed downward, taking Douglas’s cock deep into her pussy. She could hardly take a breath, he was so big. Then she felt Pierre’s hand caress where he had spanked her.

“You ready, sugar, enough teasing?” He pressed more lube into her ass along with his finger. She moaned and stilled on top of Douglas.

“Move this ass, baby, I want to see you fuck my brother. It turns me on, just watching this ass and knowing that my big, long, hard dick is going to be fucking it any moment.”

“Oh!” Mikayla moaned as she tried to ride Douglas’s cock, but Pierre’s dirty talk was doing a number on her body and her mind. She couldn’t seem to focus until she felt the tip of his cock at her anus and his hands brace her shoulders.

He wasn’t going to go too slow. She just knew it and truth was, she wanted it hard and fast right now.

Pierre pressed slowly into her, his cock filling her as she pressed her breasts against Douglas’s chest.

He ran his hands through her hair and kissed her forehead.

“Nice and easy, sugar. We’ll fill you up and fuck you real good,” he teased then kissed her lower lip.

Pierre tightened his hands on her shoulder, pushing down and back as he pressed his cock fully into her. They all moaned and stilled a moment as her body adjusted to the two cocks inside of her. But it only lasted a moment as Pierre lifted her back up off of Douglas’s chest so he could make love to her.

Douglas and Pierre took turns pressing into her. She tried to keep up on top but it was no use. With every thrust from either man she would lose her breath. Then as she recovered, another cock was penetrating deeper. Then Pierre wrapped an arm around her waist and thrust his hips hard and fast, his cock sliding in and out. She could feel the burning sensation and the need for Douglas to move inside of her pussy.

“Douglas, move please,” she asked him.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Please!” She yelled at him, and he thrust up at the same time that Pierre thrust into her ass. She screamed, and they continued to thrust into her at the same time, and she exploded just as Pierre poured himself into her and Douglas followed suit.

“Oh fuck!” Pierre said then lowered his head to her back and began to scatter kisses and licks along her skin. He kept his arm wrapped around her, and Douglas had his hands gripping her thighs and caressing them.

“Incredible,” Douglas told her, and she leaned down to kiss him.

Pierre pulled slowly from her body, and Michael appeared with a washcloth. She lifted up from Douglas, and Michael began to wash her up then tuck her into bed.

She smiled at them as Pierre and Douglas lay next to her with their arms over their eyes.

“Did you hear from Antoine?” she asked, and Michael shook his head.

“I hope he’s okay.”

“You go to sleep. I’ll try calling him again.”

She watched Michael walk out of the room then closed her eyes to rest a bit.

Mikayla woke up with Douglas in bed. Michael and Pierre were nowhere to be found. She could hear some noise coming from the bathroom and the low glow of light at the bottom of the door. Could Antoine be home finally?

She looked at the clock. It was after one in the morning. Slowly as not to disturb Douglas she got out of the bed. She grabbed Michael’s shirt from the chair and slid it over her head. Carefully she walked toward the door and knocked.

“Yeah?” Antoine’s voice responded, and he sounded angry.

“It’s Mikayla.” She turned the knob.

Her eyes needed a moment to adjust to the light, and as she caught sight of Antoine, her breath caught in her throat. He was holding on to the vanity with his head down. He was only wearing his pants. He looked so sad she covered her chest with her hand as she moved closer.

“Antoine, are you okay? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I’m fine, Mikayla, just go back to bed.”

His tone was harsh, and he sounded so distant and cold.

“What is it? Is everything okay?” she pushed as she placed her hand on his shoulder.

He abruptly turned around and grabbed her hand, pushing it away from him. She took a step back, shocked at his treatment of her.

“Antoine, what is it? What did I do?” she asked.

He ran his hand over his face. She could see the dusting of whiskers on his cheeks, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked exhausted. Something was wrong.

“Antoine, please, what is it? Did I do something wrong?” she asked.

“Mikayla, I can’t do this right now. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

“I hate to see you like this, Antoine. You’re so strong and confident all the time. What happened tonight to do this to you?”

He stared at her and gave a small laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair. If he kept doing that, he would start losing his hair in no time.

“I’m not perfect.”

“I didn’t say perfect. I said confident.”

He stared at her and looked her over from head to toe.

“I lost a patient today,” he said then lowered his eyes.

Mikayla walked to him and hugged him. He hesitated before he wrapped his arms around her.

“Oh God, Antoine. I’m so sorry. It must be so difficult.”

He pulled back and stared at her.

“It was terrible. I did his surgery two weeks ago and everything looked great. Yesterday we saw some shadows on his kidneys and ran a bunch of tests. The cancer came back. It spread. He begged me to try and get rid of it. I explained that his chances of survival were only thirty percent, but he wanted this. His wife, their children,” he said then swallowed the emotion showing in his eyes. She felt terrible.

“It’s not your fault, Antoine. These things do happen.”

“I promised him that I would try. I really thought that everything was fine two weeks ago. He was doing chemo and the blood levels looked good. It changed over a matter of days.”

“The surgery was very long. You were in there all day?” she asked.

He nodded his head.

He squeezed her to him as he spoke. “We went in and saw the tumors. I started removing, cutting, getting rid of what I could see, and as we moved things around there were more spots. It was never ending. Then his blood pressure dropped, his heart rate increased, and it went downhill from there. He died on the operating table.”

She squeezed him tighter to her.

“I’m so sorry, Antoine. I wouldn’t even begin to tell you that I understand. I mean your job is intense and you deal with life and death continuously. What I think you should focus on is how hard you tried to save this man’s life, but sometimes there’s a higher power in charge. Sometimes things are out of our control. There is no explanation, no means of understanding or comprehending why things happen, but they do. You could only do the best you could. You’re amazing, and I’m sure there have been plenty of patients that you saved because you conducted a risky surgery or did the best you could to help them. Don’t forget about that.”

He cupped her cheek with his hands. The tears remained in his eyes.

“You’re something else, Mikayla. I’m used to dealing with things on my own.”

“Join the club,” she replied then chuckled.

He leaned down and kissed her. It started off slow, his lips caressing hers and lingering over her mouth as he licked the seam of her lips and pressed his tongue inside. Then his hands roamed under her shirt to her ass, and he caressed her cheeks.

“I need to take a shower. Will you join me? I know it’s late.”

“Of course,” she replied, and he stepped back and lifted her shirt up over her head.

Antoine reached out and caressed her nipples with the tips of his thumbs as he cupped them. She reached between them and undid the button and fly to his pants. He stepped out of them then lowered his head to taste her nipple. She held his head to her and caressed his hair. He needed her. She knew that, and she wanted to be there for him. Learning how to lean on one another was just as difficult for Antoine as it was for her,

Antoine took her hand and led her toward the shower.

* * * *

Antoine was exhausted, and he was filled with anger and sadness. When Mikayla walked in, he hadn’t expected that, and it was difficult to talk to her, to anyone about his emotions. As a doctor he was supposed to be strong. He was used to dealing with shit on his own. Most of the time he didn’t even talk to his brothers about this stuff. He just dealt with it. But having Mikayla here was special.

He adjusted the heat of the water then stepped into the walk-in shower. It was large enough for at least five people, and they had splurged on it years ago. They were big men and they enjoyed a nice hot shower.

The water came at them from eight different directions, encasing them in a massage of water.

Mikayla lifted her hair up, her breasts pushed forward, and her flat, tight abs looked sensational. He licked his lips then let the water spray over his body.

As he lowered his head, Mikayla touched him with soapy hands and began to massage his shoulders, his back, and then his ass. She made her way down the back of him then turned him as she made her way up the front.

His cock was so hard right now. All he wanted to do was make love to her.

“I need you, Mikayla. I need to make love to you.”

“I need you, too, Antoine.” She reached up to caress his cheek.

He leaned down and lifted her up so she could straddle his waist. He gently placed her against the tile wall and kissed her as the water caressed over them and all around them. He was lost in the kiss, enjoying the intimacy they were sharing together. His body began to relax, and his anger was diminishing because of her.

He released her lips to kiss along her neck, her clavicle, then to her shoulder.

“Hold on, sugar,” he whispered then reached down with one hand to guide his cock into her pussy.

He pressed into her slowly, feeling her vaginal muscles cling to his cock and hold him tight. Once he was seated inside of her, he let out a long, much-needed breath and laid his head on her shoulder. He kissed her neck, her skin as she caressed his lower back with her delicate fingers.

“That feels good. I love how you feel in my arms while my cock is deep in your pussy.” He pulled out then thrust back into her. She grunted then lightly bit his shoulder as she adjusted her hips to accommodate his thrust better.

Again he pulled out then thrust hard into her. She caressed him and pressed her pelvis against him, giving him signs to move within her.

He was in heaven right now. Nothing else mattered but being with Mikayla and inside of her. He pulled out and then pressed back into her but this time continued a rhythm that had Mikayla pushing back against him wanting him to move faster. But he wanted to make love to her, to claim her body with every stroke, and to somehow brand her as his just as he was certain his brothers had today.

As a matter of fact there were numerous messages for him to call them, but he never had the chance. Until he got home he remembered them and everyone was in bed resting and he didn’t want to speak to anyone. He stopped thinking about that and focused on Mikayla. She was all that mattered.