Illeanna

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “How do you love them equally?” Illeanna asked as she held Angelique’s gaze.

  “They each have a special place in my heart. They are five separate men with five similar yet different personalities, wants, likes, dislikes, and desires. Sometimes I am overwhelmed with their wants and desires, but I know that they love me and I love them. I think it has everything to do with compromise, Illeanna.”

  “Are you worried that you care for one of them more than the others?” Ellena asked, looking sincerely concerned. Illeanna thought of each of her men and knew she cared for each of them, but this all started because of Louis.

  “Illeanna, what aren’t you saying?” Mikayla asked, and Illeanna shook her head. It figured that Mikayla would read her mind.

  “I did something a year ago, that kind of sparked all this,” she stated, feeling nervous about telling her sisters that she’d slept with Louis after a few too many drinks.

  “You’re not talking about sleeping with Louis when you both got drunk last fall?” Angelina stated, and Illeanna gasped along with her other sisters.

  “You knew?” Illeanna asked Angelina.

  “It wasn’t too hard to figure out. The way you avoided Louis and he tried to make you jealous all the time with the other women pretty much gave it away. Then his brothers were always acting interested, asking about what you were up to and how you liked your job,” Angelina told her.

  Illeanna swallowed more than a mouthful of Sazerac and slammed the glass back onto the table. “Son of a bitch,” she stated, and they started to laugh.

  They slowly quieted down, and Illeanna thought about the conversation.

  “I thought I had made a huge mistake. When I saw him later with all those women, I was destroyed inside. Then when his brothers began to flirt with me more and pursue me, I was afraid that I would be just another woman they screwed. But they straightened out that whole theory once they saved me from the attack. They explained about Louis’s bright idea, to make me jealous and how it backfired on them. They were all interested in me, and they all care for me.”

  “Thank God they got to you in time,” Mikayla whispered as she hugged herself a moment and looked as if a chill ran through her body at recalling that night.

  “You’re not kidding. I was never so scared in my entire life. When Gustave pulled open that trunk,” Illeanna whispered as tears filled her eyes and she recalled that moment of pure relief.

  “I was back at their place, holding on to Gustave. Sweet, quiet, grumpy Gustave who was so compassionate and gentle it makes my heart ache with such emotion. I needed him beside me. I needed all of them there. They bring me comfort and peace and make me feel whole inside,” she whispered, and Mikayla whistled.

  “Damn, that’s got to be some hell of a feeling.” She sounded envious.

  Illeanna smiled.

  “It is and overwhelming and scary as heck. How is this going to work, Angelique? How do I know how to act around them?”

  “What do you mean?” Angelique asked.

  “Last night, I had gotten out of the shower, and Julien and Louis had finally arrived home from work and were eating dinner. I had been with Franco earlier and then Johnny, then Gustave,” she stated then blushed.

  “Go on,” Mikayla stated.

  “I got out and was walking out of the bathroom when it hit me. Where do I go? Whose room do I go to sleep in? The fact that there’s this process frightens me. I’m not a very bold person. I know what I want and I go after it, but this confuses the living daylights out of me. By making a choice of whose room I’m going to, I’m dictating some sort of favoritism aren’t I?”

  Angelique shook her head and smiled.

  “No, honey. You’re overthinking it. They all care for you. They all want to be with you, they have made the conscious decision to be in a ménage relationship with you. This means sharing you, and that includes every aspect of their lives and yours likewise.”

  Illeanna tried to process that. Could it be so simple? Was she overanalyzing this?

  “Where did you wind up sleeping?” Angelina asked.

  Illeanna blushed. “Louis and Julien met me in the hallway. They made the decision for me.”

  “So it all worked out anyway? It’s just a process you have to go through, Illeanna. There’s no need to overthink the relationship. Compromise. It’s really that simple. I’m not saying that they won’t piss you off. Believe me it is not all flowers and love songs. It takes a great deal of effort and work to make it successful.”

  “Thanks, Angelique. I am so glad we talked. I’m even happier that you’re building your storefront in Orchidea where we all still live,” Illeanna stated.

  “We are all glad she’s doing this. Now how about we talk about you, opening a restaurant in town that can serve all the fancy-smansy people that will be visiting Secret Pleasures, Angelique’s fine lingerie establishment,” Ellena stated.

  “Oh will you quit it with that? I really don’t think that’s an option right now. I have no money, and without a job I won’t be able to save enough to begin to start such a business. Plus you have Aubert’s. I wouldn’t want there to be a competition between us,” Illeanna teased, and Ellena looked shocked. Good, Illeanna loved to get under her skin.

  “I don’t think so, sweetie, since you’ll be serving étouffée, lobster whatever, and all that fancy upscale stuff the regulars aren’t used to.”

  “Oh really? Well maybe I will serve brunch as well as dinner,” she teased.

  “Maybe we should talk about expanding Aubert’s,” Mikayla stated. Her eyes looked as if an idea had sprung to mind.

  “Oh no, I know that look, Mikayla,” Illeanna said, and Ellena and Angelique made similar comments. Angelina smiled as if she knew already.

  “Mr. Hopkins is going to be selling the building and land next door. He spoke to me about a week ago about its potential for buyers. It seems his daughter wants him and his wife to move out to Baton Rouge to be closer to the grandchildren and help with childcare. They’re both in the medical field.”

  “Wow. That is an awesome lot. This could have some serious potential, Illeanna,” Ellena stated.

  “I don’t know. I don’t have much saved.”

  “I have some,” Mikayla stated.

  “Me too,” Angelina added.

  “You know I have at least twenty thousand to add,” Ellena offered.

  “I can totally help with this. My business is booming. Once the storefront opens and then the chains, it should be awesome. We can all do this. We can expand and completely revolutionize Orchidea,” Angelique stated, and the excitement filled the air.

  “We have a lot to discuss. Why don’t you find out what Mr. Hopkins is asking for the lot and building? Then we can sit down with you and figure out what construction will cost, our ideas for the place, et cetera,” Ellena stated toward Mikayla and smiled.

  Illeanna was in shock.

  “You know every time we have one of these powwows something outrageous happens,” Illeanna stated.

  “You mean getting knocked up by five very wealthy, sexy men interested in a ménage?” Angelique stated, and they laughed.

  “All we’re missing is a visit from Cherise,” Angelina added, and they all stopped laughing and looked toward the doorway and outside.

  Relief enveloped the room.

  “Not a trace of her,” Angelina whispered and they smile.

  “Let’s have another drink to celebrate,” Mikayla suggested, and Angelina began to fill their glasses then passed the pitcher of lavender lemonade to Angelique.

  “To the Aubert sisters and our new endeavor,” Angelique toasted. They clinked glasses then leaned back and giggled about it all.

  * * * *

  Illeanna was quiet as she sat in the passenger side of the sheriff’s patrol truck. She felt kind of tipsy and didn’t want Gustave to know. He was awfully quiet, too, and she felt extremely guilty being kind of intoxicated while sittin
g in a police vehicle.

  “You had a good time with your sisters?” he asked as he looked at her. She smiled and nodded. God, he was so handsome and smelled fresh, masculine, and so Gustave. The scent of his cologne, the way his snug uniform hugged his thighs, and his biceps. God, the shirt looked like it was about to bust open at the sleeves.

  “Illeanna?” he asked. When she looked up, he placed the patrol truck in park, and his eyes looked dark and aroused.

  Oh God. She suddenly felt very naughty and began to look over his waist at the gun, the numerous other police paraphernalia, and of course the handcuffs. Oh jeeze, she should not have had so many Sazeracs.

  She raised her eyes to him, and he must have known she’d had a few drinks. He knew she wanted him, and damn it she didn’t care that he knew.

  “Get out of the truck,” he told her in such a deep, so-unlike- Gustave tone that her insides sizzled with expectation and hunger.

  She swallowed hard as she watched him exit his side of the truck, and she reached for the door handle, pushing the door open.

  She got out, relieved that she didn’t fall flat on her face as the driveway moved a little.

  She wasn’t that drunk, but for some strange reason the atmosphere between her and Gustave was feeding something deep and primal inside of her.

  In a flash he pulled her into his arms and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed her against the side of the truck. It was so fucking hot she panted. She actually panted as he lowered his mouth to hers, giving her exactly what she asked for.

  His tongue was relentless as he stroked her mouth and devoured her moans and the most incredible sensation filled her belly. His kiss was long and sensual until finally he released her mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and the open collar of her blouse.

  “I could fuck you right here against this truck you’re so hot,” he whispered. Jeeze, Gustave was wild and naughty. She couldn’t help but feel enflamed by his words and the way his mouth felt moist and hot against her skin.

  “Oh yes, I don’t care. I want you so badly,” she confessed, her head rolling back against some part of the truck.

  “I got too much shit on. Let’s get inside the house.”

  She thought he had defused the situation until he squeezed her ass cheeks and carried her up the front walkway, maintaining his hold while continuing to taste every inch of her neck.

  “Oh,” she moaned, and he didn’t seem the least surprised that the door was unlocked.

  “That good of a time, huh?” Franco asked, making Illeanna feel a tad bit embarrassed.

  “Here, I’ve got to get this shit off me,” Gustave stated, handing her off to Franco as if she weighed nothing at all.

  Franco was wearing a pair of lounge pants and a white T-shirt. He kissed her, and she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

  As he pulled away, he carried her toward the bedroom.

  “Been drinking?” he asked, and she felt another spurt of embarrassment. Then a tinge of attitude.

  “Your point?” she challenged. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she felt the intimidation. This was Franco in serious detective mode. What the hell was she thinking, drinking too much and ending up home with two law enforcement officers? All she needed was Johnny to come home and Julien and Louis to arrive. Damn. She was worried about Julien and Louis.

  Franco squeezed her around the waist, her short top and hip-hugging capris showing off her flat belly.

  “You wore this outfit to town out drinking?” he scolded. She felt her cheeks warm as she nodded.

  His hands caressed her rear as he lowered her feet to the rug. Immediately she felt Gustave at her back. His hands were on her shoulders then lowered to her waist, lifting her shirt and pulling it from her body. Franco held her gaze, his eyes glossy with desire as he pulled her by her pants against him then began to tear open her pants. She jolted with awareness as she felt Gustave’s erection against her lower back. He towered over her. He was naked as he wrapped an arm around her midsection from behind.

  “You feeling frisky this evening?” Gustave asked as he kissed her shoulder while rubbing his cock against her skin. This evening? She thought for a moment, realizing that it was past five o’clock when Gustave picked her up from Aubert’s. They were having such a good time.

  “You let her go out like this?” Franco asked Gustave as he caressed her with his fingertips from neck to breasts. He cupped both fully, and she arched into him only to be held tighter by Gustave. She felt the pull, the heat and erotic connection between the three of them.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  “That feel good, Illeanna?” Franco asked then leaned forward to take a taste of her nipple, pulling it between his lips, nibbling with his teeth as he stretched her nipple. She moaned at the deep sensation, feeling it all the way to her pussy. She tightened her legs, and Gustave reached under her hair with his free hand, gripped ahold, and tilted her head back so that her neck was open to his mouth. He licked and suckled along her skin and continued to torment her, making her body come closer and closer to orgasm.

  “Oh please. I’m gonna come,” she whispered, all feelings of being drunk on alcohol replaced by intoxication by lust.

  “Come, sugar. I guarantee it won’t be the last time you will this evening,” Franco stated. She felt his words and his warm breath throughout her body. She was trying so hard not to explode. My God, they aren’t even inside of me yet.

  Gustave slowly released her breast, and she felt his hands move along her ribs, down to her waist, squeezing her hipbones before he leaned forward to press soft kisses against her belly.

  “Oh,” she whispered as his tongue licked her navel and swirled around lower until it reached almost where she needed it most. His tongue made a path across her mound, lower and lower until it dipped between her pussy lips, and she arched toward him only to have Gustave pull her back against him.

  “Please,” she panted then tried to reach for him, but with Gustave holding her around the waist and by her hair as he continued to kiss her skin, she was stuck in place. The fact that she could not touch Franco and was somewhat restrained turned her on, shocking her.

  “So delicious,” Franco whispered as his warm breath collided with her too-sensitive clit. He was licking away her juices, swallowing her arousal, and eating away at her folds. He pulled her clit between his teeth and added warm, heated breath to her sensitive flesh.

  “Oh!” she moaned as the sensation built and built. Gustave’s strong arm moved from her waist, his elbow and upper arm still holding her in place, as he reached for her breast, pulling on the tip, rolling it between his fingers.

  “Ahh!” she screamed her release, exploding into Franco’s mouth as he moaned and swallowed every bit of her.

  Her legs went weak, and Franco held her along with Gustave. She couldn’t believe that just happened.

  “So beautiful. I love this body,” Gustave stated. Franco released his mouth from her pussy as she shivered with aftershocks. She closed her eyes and held on to Franco as he rose from the floor, kissing her skin along the way. Her breasts were now sensitive to the touch, and then he was covering her mouth, devouring her whole.

  “Delicious. I love tasting you,” Franco stated after he released her lips. He stepped away, and Gustave turned her toward the bed. Franco began to remove his clothing as Gustave kissed her again.

  Franco was lying on the edge, his legs hanging over the side, his thick, muscular thighs wide open, his cock thick and long waiting for her to enjoy. She licked her lips, and he held that intense gaze.

  “Get over here now,” he told her, and Gustave moved her forward, lifting her to place her in position on top of Franco before she could make a step toward Franco herself. She was stunned by the erotic magnetism erupting around them. She felt so needy again, and she only came moments ago.

  Gustave grabbed her hips and pressed her down onto Fr
anco as Franco rubbed his hands over her breasts, cupping them. Her thighs felt a little weak. She felt so out of shape and knew that this kind of maddening lovemaking with such muscular, fit men would drive her to utter exhaustion. The thought enflamed her desire to please them, to make love to them, and to be everything that they desired. She locked gazes with Franco, and he seemed to read her mind as his expression went back to demanding and dark.

  She lowered herself onto him, taking his shaft slowly inside of her, and she relished in the feeling of being filled by him.

  She heard something behind her but was too caught up in making love to Franco to care. Then she felt Gustave’s hands at her waist and his fingers trailing across her spine, down lower to her back, and finally her ass. Up and down she was thrusting slowly on top of Franco, holding his gaze as they clasped their hands together, a sure sign of the meaning behind their lovemaking.

  “Get ready, baby,” Gustave whispered against her ear, nibbling her earlobe and making her shiver with anticipation. Instantly she felt him press a hand to her back, and Franco pulled her hands above his head so her breasts were aligned to his mouth and her ass raised up, open to Gustave.

  Gustave pressed a finger to her anus. She felt the lubricant and knew what he intended to do. She wanted it so bad she could taste it. She licked her lips and rolled her head back as Franco sucked on her breast. She was slowly moving, her pace less now as she anticipated the second penetration in her most sacred place. The tip of his cock stretched over the tight muscles. “Easy baby, nice and easy,” he stated through what sounded like clenched teeth.

  “Oh,” she moaned, and he pressed deeper until he was fully inside of her. She felt the burn, the instant total fullness, and her men began to move. Gustave pulled out a little then pressed forward, but Franco still held her hands above his head, making both men penetrate her so deep she lost her breath with every stroke.