Armand crossed his arms in front of his chest and shook his head. “He’s fine, Angel. Marcel will help him. You get over here to me,” Armand said in a demanding tone. She looked at him then back at Remy as she leaned between his legs.
“You okay, sugar?” she asked him, and Remy cupped her breasts then caressed her cheek.
“I’m good now, sugar.”
She leaned forward and kissed him before she turned to look at Armand and Eloi.
Eloi didn’t have as much patience as Armand as he stomped forward, lifted Angelique up over his shoulder, and headed out of the bedroom.
“Eloi!” Angelique screamed, and Armand slapped her on the ass as he followed his brother.
This was going to be fun.
* * * *
Eloi was so horny and hot for his woman he couldn’t stand to wait to be inside of her. Watching his brothers fuck her with such love and emotion made his heart ache with need to be just as close to his angel, too.
He tossed her softly onto the bed, and just as she locked gazes with him, he flipped her over onto her belly and lifted her hips.
“I love this body. I want in, sugar, and I’m not waiting anymore,” he told her, but he paused to see her reaction. He was shocked that he did it. He always took what he wanted from a woman, once she was naked, willing, and in his bed, and he had never felt such love and affection as he did for Angelique. The little vixen threw her hair back out of her face, licked her lips as she held his gaze, and told him, “What are you waiting for, Sheriff?”
He lost it as he grabbed her hips and pressed his cock into her wet, hot pussy from behind. She held on strong, thrusting her ass back against him, letting him know that she wanted it hard and rough just like he needed. In and out, Eloi thrust his hips, fighting the outrageous hunger growing inside of him. More and more, he wanted every bit of her and to feel his cock deep within her womb. He imagined her belly round with his baby and connecting with her on such a deep level. It was something they had never discussed. They never asked if she was on the pill, and they only took precautions the first few times. The idea scared the crap out of him initially then filled him with the desire to have her as their wife and the mother of their children.
He leaned forward, increasing his thrusts, going deeper than or at least as deep as he could get as he wrapped his arms around her midsection. She was small, petite, and feminine, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He would rather die than hurt his angel. The feel of her large breasts bouncing over his forearm caused his cock to thicken, and his balls throbbed. Thrust after thrust, he sucked on her neck and relished in the feel of her hot, wet pussy until he couldn’t hold back his release.
“I love you so fucking much,” he grunted, then exploded, feeling his seed shoot into her channel. He prayed she was already pregnant with their baby. It didn’t matter who the father was. They were all one now, always and forever.
* * * *
Angelique fell to the bed as Eloi pulled out of her then lifted her up into his arms. He hugged her tight and kissed her as she wrapped her rubbery legs around his midsection best she could. He had a thick waist and a body that turned her on in a second flat. One look over his shoulder as Eloi released her lips and she could see Armand sitting in the chair with his cock pointed up and his hands in a death grip on the arms of the chair. She was worried until he spoke.
“My turn to love you, sugar,” he said, and Eloi turned to him then back at Angelique. Eloi looked like he didn’t want to release her, but then he smiled before he kissed her lips and brought her over to his brother.
“Take your time,” he said then left the room.
Armand held her on his lap and hugged her to him.
“You are something else, woman. We have been waiting for you for too long,” he whispered to her and kissed her lips. He pulled away and held her as he rubbed his hands up and down her back.
Her nipples hardened, and her belly tightened with anticipation for whatever Armand had in store for her. Four men to love and be loved by would be exhausting, but she had such strong feelings for them so much it hurt inside.
“Let’s take a shower,” he stated then scooted forward and got up from the chair with her in his arms as if she were light as a feather. Angelique loved the way it felt to be in Armand’s arms. She held him tight, kept her legs locked around his waist as she laid her mouth against his neck and kissed him.
* * * *
Armand loved how Angelique clung to his body. Her breasts wedged against his chest and warmed through the skin and straight to his soul. She was petite and perfect for him. He turned the water on, checked the temperature, then took her hand and brought Angelique under the spray of water. He hugged her to him and released a sigh of contentedness. He explored her body with the palms of his hands as she grabbed the soap and began to lather it up. Angelique caressed his shoulders, his biceps, then his pectoral muscles with her soft, soapy hands. When she reached his cock he closed his eyes, absorbing the feel of her holding him in such a way. He had never taken a shower with a woman before. He had never felt compelled to be with the same woman for every waking hour of the day. But he wanted to with Angelique. He wanted her here with him and his brothers to wake up to every morning and to fall asleep with after making love every night. He opened his eyes and took the soap and began lathering it into his hands. He began to wash her, starting with her strong, sexy neck and shoulders then down over her luscious breasts, taking his time to massage them well and play a little.
She lifted her arms to let the water cascade down her hair and rinse her body as well as his hands, and then he pulled her to him and kissed her softly. Upon releasing her lips, he pressed his hand to the base of her head. “Let me wash your hair for you,” he stated then released her to get the bottle of shampoo. He poured some into his hands and began to lather it up then wash her long, ebony locks.
“Your hair is so beautiful. It’s long and always shiny like some goddess of the bayou,” he whispered, and she kept her eyes closed but smiled.
He rinsed her hair and pressed her back against the tile wall.
“How do you like that? How do you like me thinking of you as my goddess of the bayou?” he asked, surprised at how deep and sexy his voice sounded as well as how shaky he felt inside.
“I love it. You make me feel beautiful, exotic, and sexy,” she told him then shyly looked away as she smiled. He pressed his body hard against hers, feeling his cock harden at her show of innocence and class. He touched her cheek, letting his palm take in the feel of her soft skin and the way the water flowed over them.
“You are a goddess. Sexy and beautiful you are, and right now, you’re all mine.”
Armand kissed her on the lips, along her cheeks, then neck, and over her shoulder to her breasts, making his way lower as he kissed her belly then knelt in the shower in front of her. Angelique held his shoulders as she pressed her shoulders back against the tile wall and eagerly opened her thighs to his touch. He lifted a toned thigh over his shoulder as the water fell over them and hit his lips. He licked her inner thigh then her pussy lips, making her body shake. He pressed a finger into her pussy, and she moaned as she pushed her cunt against his fingers and tightened the leg she had over his shoulder.
“That feels so good, Armand,” she told him, which only fed his hunger and the need to be inside her.
In and out, he fingered her, licking and sucking her cream as his dick grew harder and thicker with need to fuck her. He craved that warm, tight sensation of pushing his cock along her vaginal muscles as her pussy gripped him tight. He wanted to feel that closeness, that natural feeling of having Angelique in the most intimate way.
She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled at the locks. He took one more taste then pulled his fingers from her pussy before lowering her thigh.
“I can’t hold back, woman, you got me there,” he told her then lifted her thighs, aligned his cock with her pussy, and shoved forward. She remained holding his hair, grabbing it
tight as he fucked her against the tile wall. He felt her counterthrust as her breasts wedged up against his face. He felt as if he was on fire and the hot, moist feel of her vaginal walls encased the flames and made him feel a need to combust. He kissed her hard, exploring her mouth with his tongue in an attempt to taste every inch of her and seep every part of himself into her.
The water sounded so loud all of a sudden, and his thrusts echoed through the room. He pulled from her lips to breathe, and she screamed her release while she dug her nails into his shoulder. Angelique looked amazing, with her head tilted back, her mouth open as she panted for air while he continued to thrust. The water sprayed over them, adding to the erotic moment. He nibbled on her neck, and her body shook and her vaginal muscles grabbed his cock and slowed him down. It was explicit, sexual torture, and he couldn’t hold back. He pounded into her as she held on for the ride, one, two, three more thrusts, and he roared, shooting his essence deep into her womb. He rocked his hips and adjusted her body so he could lean against her and the wall as his legs shook with exhaustion.
“My angel. I love you,” he stated, out of breath, against her neck, and Angelique squeezed him to her, pressing her thighs harder against his waist as she kissed his cheeks and made him look at her.
They locked gazes as the water fell over them.
“I love you, too,” she whispered then kissed him.
Chapter 10
“I have to go, Eloi. Why are you doing this to me?” Angelique asked as she continued to place the items into her car. She kissed them all good-bye this morning, which turned into another round of lovemaking. Not that she was complaining, but she did have work to do, and she was falling behind.
Eloi pressed her against the car. He caressed her lower lip with his thick thumb and stared into her eyes, holding her gaze with those deep, dark, mysterious eyes of his. Damn, he was sexy and intimidating, and it turned her on big-time. She wrapped her arms around his waist best she could, unable to reach all the way around him.
“Please, Eloi. You know what I do for a living now, and you know what my goals are. Tye and Mike want to meet again this week. They want me to fly out to California soon to check out the factories and the places that can make my line in mass numbers. You are going to have to give me some space,” she told him, and he just stared into her eyes, and she noticed the darkness seemed to increase as if her statement angered him.
“You aren’t going to California with two men like that alone. One of us will go with you if need be. Don’t give me any of that space crap either. I will see you when I want to, just like my brothers. When are you coming back?” he asked as he squeezed her tighter and cupped her cheek with his large hand. She closed her eyes and leaned into his hold then turned her face to kiss his palm. His face lit up, and she locked gazes with him.
“If I go now and get done what I need, then I’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon. I just can’t stay over though. I got some big orders coming in and some designs to work on.”
“We’ll see about that,” he whispered then kept his hand against her neck and cheek.
He looked like he wanted to add something but was hesitant. She wasn’t sure why he was being so defiant in letting her leave. She had a house, a business to run. She thought by sharing this about her that he would be more understanding and less untrusting.
“Eloi, what is it? Why are you giving me such a hard time? I told you everything about me. I gave you my address in Orchidea, and I shared everything about Secret Pleasures. What is it? What are you hiding from me?” she asked him, and he raised his eyebrows, looked away from her as if he needed a second and was shocked that she read his thoughts, and then he held her gaze. She could feel his hold tighten as he pressed her against the car door.
“You need to make some changes. We all want to be with you, and a day here and there isn’t going to work,” he stated firmly.
She felt a little concerned by his statement.
“What is it you want me to do? I have a house, I have a business. I can’t do this every day, Eloi. As much as I would love to stay here and make love with my men all the time, I can’t.”
“Why the hell not!” He raised his voice, and she shuddered a moment at the intensity of his tone.
She took a deep breath and slowly released it as she pulled him tighter against her.
“I love you, Eloi. I love your brothers, and that’s not going to change now. I’ve been honest with you, right?” she asked.
“I know that, Angel. I know that, but I want more. My brothers and I want more,” he told her, and she saw them now, making their way toward her and Eloi. Her heart felt heavy and yet overjoyed at their love and need for her presence. This wasn’t a fling or just some fun relationship for now. This was real, and it was hopefully forever.
“We…” Eloi stated then looked on either side of him as his brothers joined them. “We want you to move in here with us.”
She was shocked. She had never thought this far ahead. She never even contemplated the idea that these men were truly hers to love and share a life with. What about her house in Orchidea and her sisters?
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes. Say you want to be with us, too. Say you love us and this is where you want to be,” Armand told her. She smiled as the tears stung her eyes.
“I can’t do that right now,” she told them, and they all looked taken aback by her response. She had to make them understand.
“Please don’t be angry with me. What you’re asking is a lot.”
“Is it, Angelique? Is what we’re asking too much, or are you just scared and unwilling to trust us?” Marcel asked.
She swallowed hard.
“I trust y’all. It’s not that I don’t want to be here with you. I have my house, my business, and my sisters in Orchidea.”
“You got four men who love you here. We want it all with you, Angelique. We want a wife, we want a mother to our children, and we want that with you,” Remy stated, holding her gaze. She instantly wrapped her arm around her waist and against her belly. If the voodoo priestess was right, then she was pregnant with their child already.
“Angelique?” Eloi looked at her as if he read her mind.
“I need some time to think about this. I need to talk with my sisters. They haven’t even met you yet. Maybe after this weekend we can explore our options,” she stated.
“As far as we’re concerned there isn’t anything to explore. You are ours and we want you here with us!” Eloi exclaimed, pulling her back up against his chest.
“Eloi! You’re making this so hard on me. You can’t just hit me with something so life changing like this out of nowhere. Please give me some time. I need to get going. I promise that I will think about it, okay.”
He gave her a tighter squeeze before he spoke. “You think about it good, chère. Then when we see you tomorrow you’ll have an answer. We want our woman with us all the time,” he told her as he gave her ass a squeeze then leaned down and kissed her deeply. He released her to Armand, then Remy, then Marcel. Each of them kissed her and asked that she think about moving in with them. Her heart pounded in her chest as she smiled before she left. As she drove down their long dirt driveway and looked in the rearview mirror, she could see her four handsome lovers and their large, beautiful estate behind them. They were more than she could have ever hoped for or dreamt of, and she loved them. She felt that funny sensation in her gut again, and it scared her. Then she imagined having their baby growing inside of her. She smiled, and she knew what she had to do. She would head home, talk with her sisters, then make the arrangements to meet Tye and Mike about the expansion of Secret Pleasures. Once she went national, she would have more time to dedicate to her men and be the woman they wanted her to be and hopefully their wife as well. Although they didn’t actually propose, she still knew that they loved her and she loved them. With thoughts of rearranging schedules and changing her entire life around, she headed for Orchidea.
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Eloi and Armand met with someone in the District Attorney’s office as well as a few people in the Buildings and Permits department after they informed their parents about the accidents and suspicion of foul play. Their parents were concerned about Angelique and the possibility that someone may go after her to get to them. Their dad, Jack, called in a few favors and was trying to find out who showed interest in the land. Eloi worked his end on the streets to see if anyone was paying guys to cause the accidents on the construction site. They seemed to be making progress as evening time rolled around. None of the Lafont men were happy about Angelique being away from them. By the time they met for a family meeting around eleven in the evening, they were even more concerned.
“So what did you find out during your recon mission?” Eloi asked Marcel and Remy. They had gone into the gator land and paid some money to find info from snitches.
“It looks like we’re definitely being targeted. Took a bit of…negotiating, but Remy is real good at convincing people to answer questions when he asks them. We talked with three guys done been offered money to cause trouble on the construction sites. Said some guy named Williams was doing the offering,” Marcel stated. Eloi could just imagine how his brothers convinced the guys to snitch. Neither Remy nor Marcel looked none the worse for wear, so things must have gone smoothly.
“There’s only one asshole I know named Williams, but we never had any problem with him before,” Eloi told them.
“Not Pierre Williams?” Jack Lafont asked his son.
“Yeah, sir, that’s the only one I know around here.”
“That asshole is nothing but trouble. He hangs out with—” Jack began to say. Then he stood up with his face bright red and his fists by his side.
“What is it, papa? What’s going on?” Armand asked.
“That piece of shit Bruce Zivier, been wanting me to sell to him for years. I should have put this together sooner. He’s been talking to some people about making his own little town where the merchants and artisans have to pay rent and give him half of what they make from the tourists. He’s been eyeing the south side for a while, but I told him that was land for my boys and they decide what goes there. Son of a bitch!” Jack stated.
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