Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (25 page)

Antoine reached underneath her to cup her ass and spread her cheeks so he could penetrate deeper. In and out he thrust hard and fast then pressed a finger to her anus.

“Antoine!” she screamed then shook against him as she climaxed. He followed soon after. Two mores strokes and he poured his seed into her then remained against her as the water continued to shower them.

* * * *

Mikayla was trying to figure out what outfit to wear to work today. She had to give her sister Ellena kudos for choosing some of her best outfits for work. Mikayla would have to call her to thank her and to also warn her about Leon and his brothers. It was the right thing to do.

She stood in only her beige lace bra and panties when Antoine stormed into the bedroom.

“Damn it, Mikayla. I had no fucking idea last night what happened yesterday!” he exclaimed as he pulled her into his arms. He was crushing her as one hand clung against her lower back and the other covered her bottom as he crushed her tighter against him.

“It’s okay, Antoine. It was a crazy day for everyone,” she replied, caressing his hair, trying to calm him, and he pulled back to look at her. He cupped her cheek and looked down into her eyes.

“You’re not going to work today. I won’t take a chance of something happening to you.”

Mikayla rolled her eyes.

“Please, Antoine. I’ve been over this with Michael, Pierre, and Douglas.”

“Yes she has,” Michael stated as he and his brothers entered the bedroom.

She looked at them then back at Antoine as she turned her face a little to kiss the palm of his hand.

“I’ll be fine, and Douglas is going to pick me up for lunch today, right?” she stated and Douglas smiled.

“Maybe she should stay here if she’ll wear that all day,” Michael said then licked his lips as he walked closer. He took her hand and pulled her into his arms. Immediately his hand was covering her ass cheek.

“I love thong underwear,” Douglas added as he strolled over and ran his fingertips down her spine to the thin material that kept the thong panties in place.

“You look sexy, sugar,” he added.

“Doesn’t she,” Michael replied then kissed her.

She swatted at his shoulder then pushed away from the two of them.

“I need to get ready for work so skedaddle!” she reprimanded then turned to pick up the flared floral skirt and purple matching tank top. Her sister even threw in a light quarter-sleeve, matching purple sweater. As she bent over to grab the items, Pierre gave her a slap to her ass then quickly pulled her back against him.

“Watch your tone, sweetness,” he stated firmly, and she felt the chills run up and down her spine. Pierre was such a demanding and controlling man. He had to be boss all the time.

He caressed his hands over her panties and mound.

“So silky and sexy. I’m going to undress you nice and slowly when you get home from work. Then I’m going to fuck this pussy hard and fast, sugar. What do you think about that?”

Her head was rolled back against his shoulder, and her legs felt wobbly. She’d lost him at undressing her nice and slowly, and was that fluid that just leaked into her panties?

“Pierre, please, I need to get ready for work,” she begged.

He rubbed along her panties and chuckled low against her ear. “I love how you get so fucking wet just from the sound of my voice. We’re gonna have some fun later, Mikayla.” He ran a hand along her belly then her breasts before he turned her around and kissed her.

They finally left the room so she could get dressed.

* * * *

“So when are you going to make your move?” Bennitto Flores asked Enrique.

“It may be by today. A lot has happened, Bennitto, since we last spoke.”

“Well, tell me so I am aware of how my forty thousand is being spent.”

“Well, my cousin Bryant was with me yesterday. He recognized the one brother, Douglas, as a guy he tried to use for importing illegal merchandise into the country.”

“What? You mean one of these guys is not on the straight and narrow like the millionaire, the CIA agent, or the surgeon?”

“No. He is on the up and up. Apparently the millionaire and the CIA agent stopped things before Bryant made a deal with this guy Douglas. Anyway, there’s this other guy, Vincent Lukon. He’s got a thing for wanting to piss off the millionaire. He went after Mikayla Aubert.”

“Did he hurt her?” Bennitto asked, feeling both annoyed and concerned.

“No. She fought him off, but the men are pissed. Then on top of that, someone broke into her office and left some things.”

“Lukon?”

“Maybe, but it seems the authorities didn’t think so. For starters, the CIA agent showed up with his guys and the local police, and no one even went after Lukon to question him. Maybe they think someone else is going after Mikayla Aubert.”

“Fuck! I want her. She’s the only sister we can gain access to. Take her as soon as you get a chance. Don’t worry about the asshole who’s trying to get her unless he gets in your way.”

“I think I’ll have an opportunity during the day. Once the evening hits, she’s surrounded by the men and the millionaire’s bodyguard.”

“I will leave this up to you. Be certain to not get caught. I want to make them all pay for what they have done. I want them to suffer, and they will suffer knowing that I have Mikayla and that I can do whatever I want to her.”

“I’ll be in touch,” Enrique told him then hung up the phone.

* * * *

Michael was working on his current case as well as trying to figure out who was responsible for breaking into Mikayla’s office. His gut clenched with worry for her. He glanced at his watch. It was after twelve and Douglas should be meeting her for lunch now. His cell phone rang and he glanced at the caller ID, hoping that it was Mikayla. It was Franco Boudoux.

“Hey, Franco, how are you? What’s going on?” Michael asked.

“I have some info that just came through the department.” He heard Franco take a deep breath then release it.

“What? What’s wrong?” Michael asked him.

“Well, for starters, there has been a series of break-ins around the community and one woman was almost sexually assaulted. Her boyfriend arrived home from work early and the intruder freaked and escaped.”

“What?”

“Yeah, it seems that the brass had been trying to keep this info on the down low so the media wouldn’t pick up on it, but as I started talking to a few other guys in one of the other departments, they said there have been four similar incidents but no assaults.”

“Shit! Any suspects or leads in the case?” Michael asked, wondering why Franco was telling him about this and figuring maybe he needed some CIA insight or something.

“Michael, they all started out the same way. The women received phone calls from unidentifiable callers and numbers. Then it followed with break-ins at their homes or place of business.”

Michael felt his stomach sink.

“You think this guy may be stalking our Mikayla?” he asked, feeling the bile rise in his throat. What the fuck was going on here?

“If this was Illeanna, I wouldn’t be taking any unnecessary chances. I don’t like what my gut is telling me, and I felt compelled to give you the heads-up. Have you heard from Leon or the other investigators yet?”

“Damn, Franco, this is fucking incredible. I haven’t heard from them with any leads. The person who broke into her office didn’t leave any prints behind and nothing was left on the items found. Their next steps involve locating where the merchandise was purchased and taking it from there. But now after what you’ve told me, I don’t want Mikayla out of our sight. I’m going to give Douglas a call and tell him about this. He’s supposed to be with her now for lunch.”

“I’m going to see what else I can find out about this suspect who’s breaking into women’s homes. At this rate, there should be some public announcement. As more investigators become aware of this, the media will get involved.”

“That’s better for the community anyway. Women will take more precautions,” Michael replied.

He said good-bye to Franco and took a deep breath as his phone rang again. It was his supervisor.

* * * *

“I could sit out here and listen to the music and watch the people walking by all day, Douglas,” Mikayla stated as she leaned back in the large cushioned chair after they had eaten lunch at Ficello’s.

“I know what you mean,” Douglas replied, and Mikayla looked at him, expecting to see him watching the crowds of people walking by just like she was. However, he was in a dead stare at her. He looked handsome with his button-down blue shirt open at the top where she could see a dusting of hair. His skin was tan, and his green eyes looked bold and sexy. She felt the tickle deep within her belly that led straight to her pussy. Damn, did she have it bad. She was so in love with all of them. As the words hit her mind, she quickly turned away and sat up straighter. She cleared her throat and felt her palms begin to sweat.
You fell in love with them. You idiot!

She reprimanded herself and tried to ignore the need to tell Douglas and then to tell Pierre, Michael, and Antoine. She was totally head over heels in love with them and she hadn’t a clue if they were in love with her.

“Mikayla, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?” he asked, filled with concern at her obvious change of demeanor. Shit, she needed a few minutes alone. Just enough to pull herself together.

“Yes, I just realized that I need to head back to work because there is so much to do. I can probably spare another fifteen minutes or so, but right now I need to use the ladies’ room okay?” She babbled and he looked at her oddly then smiled as if he knew she was making up an excuse to part from him for a minute.

He reached toward her. Taking her hand into his own, he brought it to his lips and kissed it.

“You’re so beautiful, Mikayla. I love spending time with you like this. I love seeing the joy in your eyes while you’re relaxing. I wish you could play hooky because I’d play, too.” He winked.

She smiled at him as he released her hand, and he looked around the restaurant.

“I’ll grab the bill while you use the ladies’ room. That way we can have the fifteen minutes alone before you head back to work.” He winked again as if he had something planned, and her heart rate picked up. He was adorable, and she wished they had more than minutes and someplace private to go to so she could make love with him. The idea was so natural and spontaneous it added to her epiphany about being in love with them.

* * * *

Mikayla finished up in the bathroom, glancing one more time at her reflection in the mirror. She looked happy, her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples pebbled underneath the dress she wore. She wanted to get back to Douglas. She almost felt desperate.

As she exited the bathroom, she looked down the quiet hallway. There was a man coming from the exit door and another man blocking her view of the exit toward the restaurant. As she headed back toward the dining area a hand came around her mouth and a strong, thick arm around her waist. She kicked and tried screaming best she could, but a cloth covered her mouth, muffling any sound. Suddenly the walls appeared as if they were moving, and her vision fogged. Then there was nothing but darkness.

* * * *

Douglas began to get concerned as he looked at his watch, and the waitress asked if he needed anything more even though she’d dropped off the bill fifteen minutes ago. He glanced around the restaurant and saw no sign of Mikayla. His cell phone began to ring as he got up and headed toward the ladies’ room. Glancing at the caller ID, he saw that it was Michael.

“Hello?” he answered abruptly, his concern apparent in his tone as he felt his gut clench with trepidation.

“Hey, Douglas, it’s Michael. Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Hold on a minute,” Douglas said as he covered the phone with his hand and saw a woman exit the ladies’ room.

“Excuse me, was anyone else in there with you?”

“What?” she asked, concerned.

“I’m sorry, I mean my girlfriend went in there a while ago and I’m worried,” he told her.

“Oh, I didn’t see anyone else in there. It’s small, too, and both stalls were empty.”

“Thanks,” he replied then talked to Michael again.

“I heard. Where is she, Douglas?” Michael yelled into the phone, and Douglas knew that this was going to be bad news that Michael had and was connected to Mikayla disappearing.
Fuck, did she really just disappear? What the hell happened?

“What happened, Douglas, don’t leave any details out,” Michael told him and Douglas explained what had happened.

“Where are you?”

“Ficello’s.”

“Stay put, I’m calling Leon, Franco, and the other detectives. Look around the hallway and near the back door. See if you find anything. I’m headed out now.” Michael hung up the phone.

Douglas ran his hands through his hair and felt the sickening pain hit his gut. He shouldn’t have let her go to the restroom without him. He could have stood outside the door and waited but he didn’t. He was too caught up in the moment and the realization that he was in love with Mikayla. Now she was gone, and he hadn’t a clue as to what happened to her. She wouldn’t have just left. She wasn’t like that. She knew she was in danger and that someone was trying to scare her. They were all taking shifts covering her, offering protection until the police figured out who broke into the office
. Fuck! I’m an idiot. I let her down!