Angelique (18 page)

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“You have to put me down, Remy,” Angelique told him as he carried her up the stairs.

“I will, sugar. In the bedroom.”

She released a sigh and held his cheeks between her hands just as he went to go lay her down on the bed. Her feet hit the floor, and she had to raise her hands all the way up to keep them against his cheeks.

“I have to go,” she whispered as the others entered the bedroom. Remy shook his head and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tighter against him. She shook her head and smiled.

“You are making this real hard, Remy.”

“Good,” he replied, and she stood up on tiptoes to kiss him.

When the second set of hands landed on her waist and she felt the bare chest against her back along with a long, hard erection, she shuddered with desire.

“Stay,” Armand whispered, squeezing her hips as he leaned down toward her neck and kissed it.

“Oh, what y’all do to me is insane. I shouldn’t stay. It’s all too much.”

“Stay or I’ll just track you down and bring you back,
chère
,” Eloi commanded as he entered the room. They all looked at him and then at Angelique. Remy pulled her closer and kissed her, making love to her mouth and destroying any last bit of fight she had in her to try and remain somewhat in control of this situation. She realized that when a good-bye kiss feels like this one, it was too difficult to leave. When Remy finally released her lips, he whispered against them as he held her close. “Stay with us. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms, right here as I hold you close.” He kissed her.

Armand caressed her shoulders and wrapped his arm around her waist from behind her. The feel of their hands as they caressed her and the way Marcel and Eloi pulled down the covers on the bed and lowered the lights as if they had the final say made her belly quiver and her sex come alive all over again.

Remy turned her toward Armand as Armand lay down on the bed. She knew what he wanted as she crawled on top of him and took his cock deep into her pussy. Eyes closed, head tilted back, she absorbed the connection and closeness. The room darkened, and the sound of crickets echoed through the double- glass doors as she began to move on top of him. He cupped her breasts, and she inhaled, savoring the moment and the feeling of all four men around her. Hands pressed against her shoulders then down her back, making her slide her hands up Armand’s chest to the comforter above his shoulders. He leaned up and kissed her as the cool liquid and Remy’s finger pushed against her back entrance. She relaxed her body, unaware of their eyes upon her or even if they felt even remotely as close or connected to the sensations.

“You’re a goddess. An absolute goddess,” Eloi whispered. She felt like a goddess. She felt like some sexual mistress with the power to love and make love to four men. Every part of her tingled with need.

“Touch me,” she whispered as fingers caressed her shoulders and arms then across her nipples. She felt Remy’s cock at her anus just as Armand slowly thrust up into her.

“Are you okay,
chère
?” Remy whispered against her back.

“Yes,” she hissed, and then she felt his cock push through the tight rings and send her into ecstasy. They took turns thrusting into her, and she held on to each exquisite stroke, loving the feel of them and wanting more. She never felt so hungry and in need. They chanted her name and kissed her skin as they grabbed and pulled, thrust and devoured every part of her, including the resistance to love them. She opened her eyes to see Marcel.

“Come here,” she told him, and she was amazed at how sexy her demand emerged from her lips. How empowered she felt and in complete control. He knew what she wanted as Marcel fisted his cock in his hand and moved it closer to her lips. She licked the tip as her body jerked up and down. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked him in, immediately starting her own rhythm to keep up with Armand and Remy’s thrusts.

“Ah hell, she got the voodoo fur sure, no question about it,” Marcel stated in a somewhat distorted voice, but she didn’t care. Angelique felt like a seductress, alive, and perhaps a little magical. Voodoo or not, she’d take it all if she could feel this connected and loved forever.

Armand panted then thrust two more times before exploding inside of her. His hot seed penetrated her core, and then Remy followed two thrusts later. A cock in her ass and one in her pussy, she focused on Marcel, licking him and sucking him until he growled then came. She sucked and licked until he was shivering with oversensitivity and had to pull from her mouth. She tried to calm her breathing as the men pulled slowly from her body and Eloi appeared with a wash cloth. He cleaned her gently then tossed the cloth toward the bathroom before he lifted her in his arms and got into bed with her tucked in against him.

“You are staying the night, baby. No way are we going to let you go. No way,” he whispered then kissed her head. Remy moved in behind her, wrapping an arm over her midsection possessively. She thought about resisting them then decided against it as her men gathered around her just as she closed her eyes and fell to sleep.

Chapter 9

Willie Rousse watched as the Lafont men all took turns kissing the black-haired beauty good-bye. His dick was hard in his pants just thinking about her and how good she must be in the sack to be fucking four men at once. It made him imagine what exactly he would do to her when he got her all to himself. But first he had to be smart about getting her. The Lafonts seemed real fond of her and would probably be watching her at all times. All he and his brother did the other day was try to talk to her, and the damn deputy was on their asses in a second flat. The sheriff looked real pissed as he threatened them to stay away from his woman. Willie pulled back deeper into the bushes as not to be seen by any Lafont men. They were real big, and each had reputations that should be feared. He wasn’t afraid. No. He found him a hot Cajun woman whose body screamed sex, and his eyes were set on her.

He quietly headed back toward his truck when he saw someone else in a car slowly pulling away from the wooded area. He recognized the vehicle. He had seen it in town before. What was the guy’s name? He started his truck and took off in the opposite direction while he went over the plan in his head. Then it came to him as he said the name out loud. “Pierre Williams.” That slimy thief was up to something, and he wanted to know what. He headed into town hoping to catch Pierre and find out why he was watching his woman and the Lafont men. The thought that Pierre was interested in Angelique made him angry. He’d seen her first. Way before Armand Lafont and that freakishly large sheriff. If they wanted a fight, then a fight he’d give them.

* * * *

“So you sure that they are all fucking her?” Bruce asked Pierre over the phone.

“Yes, sir, I’m sure. She spent the night, and they each kissed her pretty damn good, never mind felt her up, too, before she got into her car and left.”

“Damn. She is a fine-looking woman and must be involved with a lot of money or some business that both Tye and Mike had lunch with her. Find out more about her. She might come in handy when the time comes to apply some pressure to the Lafont family.”

“No problem. I’m following her now,” Pierre stated then hung up the phone.

* * * *

“You start talking now, Angel, and there won’t be any trouble,” Ellena stated with her hands on her hips and a stern expression on her face. Angelique crossed her arms in front of her chest and stomped her foot. She knew it was childish, but damn, she was an adult. Her sisters had to stop treating her this way.

“I don’t have to say anything. I was out of town and will be again tonight and tomorrow. I just came home to grab some clothes and check on orders,” she yelled. Then Angelina added her concerns.

“Who is he?” Angelina asked.

“Who?” Ellena asked.

“It isn’t a big deal. I just met some people and they’re real nice.”

“So was that other piece of turd,” Ellena added, and Angelique cringed. Why did she have to bring him up? Why? She turned to walk away from them and head out the exit door in the restaurant kitchen. Ellena grabbed her arm.

“I’m sorry, Angel. I just got all worried ’n’ all when you didn’t call this morning or come home last night. Me and Angelina stopped by your place and you weren’t there. We seen a bunch of boxes though, and our minds start wondering.”

“Boxes?”

“Yeah. They were from California.”

Angelique had no idea who they were from, but she knew they had something to do with Secret Pleasures. It seemed she was going to either have to lie a bunch or she was going to have to come clean. She couldn’t lie to her sisters. She just couldn’t do it.

“Meeting tonight at my place,” she told them. “Eight o’clock,” she added as she headed toward the door. Her sisters just stared at her.

“I thought you said you had plans?” Ellena asked with her hands on her hips.

“Change of plans,” she called over her shoulder then headed outside to her car. As soon as she started toward her place, she thought about her men. She smiled as she thought that. Her men? Her sisters were going to flip out. But what would be worse? Letting them know that she was in love with four men or that she owned and operated a lingerie store that had potential to go national? She swallowed hard. She better get out some strong liquor before she called the Lafont men. They were going to be pissed off that she wasn’t coming.

* * * *

“Angelique, what is this bullshit?” Armand asked as he looked at his brothers Marcel and Remy as they stood on the construction site near the main building. He could hardly hear her with the sound of the bulldozer working in the background.

“I have a meeting with my sisters.”

“What the hell kind a meeting?”

“It’s important, Armand. Please understand. I promise I’ll be there by lunchtime tomorrow.”

“You promised today, tonight.”

“I know, but my sisters are real overprotective of me. I told you that. They want to know why I wasn’t home last night. They want to know what man I’m involved with. This is hard, Armand. They only remember my one and only boyfriend and how I wound up in the hospital.”

“Hospital? You never said anything about any hospital.” He was really angry now. She was still keeping secrets. She hadn’t explained how bad the relationship with her ex really was. She was scared and hiding out.

“That doesn’t matter, Armand. This conversation has been in the works for months with my sisters and me. It’s just bad timing, I know. Please understand.”

As angry as he was, he wanted to build their trust. She seemed sincere, and she did say that her sisters were overprotective. But thoughts that this guy hurt her so badly that she was in the hospital burned inside. He would kill the bastard if he ever met him. He would kill anyone who tried to hurt his woman.

“Okay, Angelique. I’ll tell the others. Can you at least try to call tonight?”

“I’ll see if I can. I’ll miss you tonight. Tell Eloi, Marcel, and Remy that I will miss them, too, okay?”

“I will.”

He closed up his cell phone and let out a long sigh.

“Well? What she say?” Remy asked.

“She isn’t coming.”

“What?” Marcel asked, and Armand explained.

* * * *

Angelique cooked some light desserts and lit a whole bunch of fancy candles, giving the living room a relaxing and tranquil setting. She lined up a few different nighties and other lingerie across the dining room table and hung others around the room that she knew each of her sisters would love. In the center she placed a few of her signature boxes and the orchids she used to decorate the packages before they shipped. In script the words “Secret Pleasures” stood out softly.

She heard the knock at the door and called to them to enter.

“What in the world are you up to?” Mikayla asked. Then, before Angelique could respond, she was eying one of the yellow sequined items Angelique knew would look fabulous on Mikayla.

“What in the world is that? Now this is something I would totally wear. If I had anyone to wear it for,” she added then lifted it up and touched the material.

Ellena and Angelina grabbed a glass of wine and browsed the items.

“Are we having some sort of fashion show or something? Are you selling this stuff for a boutique in the French Quarter?” Ellena asked.

Illeana, who was a chef at an upscale restaurant, smiled as she looked at the black lace negligee. “I like this one a lot.”

“Well, sisters, I have some things I need to tell you as you browse my items,” Angelina said then took a glass of wine and guzzled the contents. She took the bottle and poured herself another one then took a sip.

“Ah shit, you aren’t knocked up, are you?” Ellena asked, and Angelina nearly choked on the champagne. The thought hit her gut hard. Could she be? It wasn’t like they took precautions the whole time. Oh shit.
When did I get my period last?

“Oh shit, Angel! Who knocked you up?” Mikayla asked, looking so annoyed as her deep brown eyes stared at Angelique with daggers. She had been the one to explain about men and sex to her. She laid down the law good.

Angelique snapped out of it.

“No! Of course not. Listen to me. I have a lot to explain, and I don’t want to hear no lip from none of you about it. I am a grown woman, and I will do what I feel is right in my life. I want to feel proud of whom I am and the body God gave me. I am sick and tired of feeling inadequate and worthless. I am a changed woman and you will accept it,” she yelled, and all of her sisters just stared at her.

“Okay, grown woman, let’s hear it now,” Ellena, her oldest sister, stated.

Angelique took a deep breath and began.

“You like what you see, Mikayla? I made that just for you. I made this one for Angelina. I made this one for Ellena, and I made this one for Illeana.”

“Made them?” Mikayla asked as she touched the fabric and laid it against her cheek.

Ellena touched the packaging and the purple box.

“Secret Pleasures is my company. I have been designing, creating, and selling lingerie and now clothing for over a year. I have some bigwigs in New Orleans that are interested in becoming partners and marketing my merchandise and going national with stores all over the place.”

“Holy shit!” Illeanna stated, and then the questions started. They each sat down on the floor around the items, sipping wine and picking Angelique’s brain. Finally after she explained about her seamstresses, the Internet sales, shipping, advertising, and the boutique in New Orleans, they were ecstatic.

“We are so proud of you, Angel. I love the name, too. It’s so sexy,” Illeanna stated.

“These are great. You know how hard it is to find lingerie, bras, and tops that are flattering to big-busted women?” Ellena asked.

Angelique smiled. “That was one of the reasons why I started sewing and making my own stuff. It was my way of feeling sexy and beautiful again after what happened,” she stated, and they all stared at her.

“Aw, honey. Why did you keep it a secret?” Angelina asked.

“I wanted to be successful first, and I wanted to feel good about myself and accomplishing this.”

“Are you going to really go national with multiple stores?” Illeanna asked.

Angelique took a sip of wine, letting the liquid soothe her body. She needed this time with her sisters, and she needed to come clean.

“I’m not sure yet. I am supposed to meet them again next week. It’s been a crazy week for me,” she said then lowered her eyes.

“You aren’t sleeping with one of the businessmen interested in your company, are you?” Ellena asked.

“Shit, Ellena! What do you think, I am some kind a slut? First you ask if I’m knocked up, and now you want to know if I’m screwing the two men interested in being partners in business.”

“Yeah, I do. Men are slimeballs. They think they can control what you do with their cocks. They’ll sweet-talk you and have you signing away all your money to them,” she replied.

“I’m not stupid!” Angelique yelled, and when she stood up, she wobbled a little from drinking too much too quickly.

Angelina grabbed her hand to steady her.

“No one said you’re stupid, Angel. We love you and we worry about you.”

“I’m not having sex with them,” she stated.

“Then who are you having sex with?” Ellena asked.

“None of your business, Ellena.” Angelique stated.

“It is her business, child. It’s all their business,” Marie Cherise Laveau stated as she appeared in the doorway. They all waved, and instantly Angelique felt a funny sensation in her belly.

“What in the world?” Angelique asked, and Marie Cherise, the voodoo priestess, walked around the living room. She sniffed when she passed Angelique and eyed her funnily.

Angelique would never mess with the voodoo priestess, not unless she wanted bad luck and bad things to come to her. Angelique was silent.

“You done good, child. Your spirit is strong. The weakness not got a hold on you no more,” Marie Cherise stated. She picked up one of the purple negligees that Angelique adored. She had thought about wearing it for her men and then telling them about Secret Pleasures.

Marie Cherise brought the negligee to Angelique. “The brothers love what is in here, not just what you wear out here.” She touched Angelique’s chest where her heart was.

“Brothers?” Ellena asked.

“Sista tell you when she ready. Her path has more bumps in it, but she strong now, right, Angel?” Marie asked then walked toward the door. Angelique followed her out.

“Be safe and know that your sisters love you and want what’s best. You come see me soon. Got some special bath salts might help when the need emerges.” Angelique felt her cheeks warm knowing that the voodoo woman knew Angelique was having sex with four men and that she used the bath salts Cherise sold the men at some point. Holy crap.

Marie placed her hand on Angelique’s belly. “You make the right decision, Angel. The baby need good fathers, and these men meant for you. Protect what’s yours,” Marie said then walked out the front door and down the steps.

Angelique stood there speechless. She had to be wrong. Angelique only had sex in the last forty-eight hours. How the hell could she be with child? She shook her head, denying what the crazy voodoo woman said. She was trying to control Angelique’s life, too.

“Who are the brothers, Angelique?” Mikayla asked as soon as she reentered the room. She replied naturally, and as she said their names, her heart was filled with joy.

“Armand, Marcel, Remy, and Eloi Lafont, my lovers,” Angelique stated then sat down on the couch.

“Your lovers?” Ellena asked.

“You’re sleeping with four brothers?” Angelina asked with her eyes wide open.

They were all silent as Angelique nodded her head.

“Son of a bitch, you lucky woman! When the hell did this happen?” Illeanna asked.

Angelique began to explain about the guys outside of the store, about Maw Maw, and about the men.

“I don’t believe this. Is this serious or what?” Ellena asked.

“I’m in love with them, so I guess serious,” Angelique replied.

“Man, that has been one of my fantasies for years. More than one man catering to my every sexual desire. Shit, I need me another drink. You got any moonshine left?” Angelina asked as she walked toward the liquor cabinet.

“Yeah, you know where it is,” Angelique stated, and before long her other sisters were admitting that they, too, wished they could find a man or men that would love them and act as interested as it seemed the Lafont men were in Angelique.

A couple of hours and a lot of moonshine later, Angelique’s sisters took home some lingerie, catalogs, and the website link to tell all their friends to check out. They encouraged her to seriously consider the business partnership with Tye and Mike. Angelique had shown them a picture of the two men, and Angelina went crazy over how good looking they were. She teased her, saying that she could introduce her, but she wasn’t sure if they liked to share or not. That caused another hot discussion about men and commitment.

Then they talked about Mamma Cherise’s surprise visit and about the voodoo.

“When she comes around and starts spewing shit about strong hearts, danger, and protecting what’s yours, then you better take her seriously, Angelique,” Mikayla stated as she pushed a strand of onyx hair behind her ear.

“Well she is a domestic informant. There isn’t anything that woman doesn’t know about,” Ellena stated.

“Well, I’ll take some of what she says seriously but other things I think she’s reaching,” Angelique added to the conversation.

Illeanna leaned forward on the couch and lowered her voice. “You know they say Mamma Cherise has danced with snakes and engages in blood-drenched rituals. Even the police are scared of her, and government officials seek out her advice,” Illeanna stated.

“I just got the chills, pass me that moonshine,” Ellena said, and they all laughed.

It was after midnight, and Angelique was feeling really good. She thought she would most likely regret this in the morning as she locked up and headed to bed. As soon as she hit the pillow, she knew she was in for it if she ever fell asleep. The cell phone beeped then rang. The men had called her a few times, and now Eloi was calling.

She picked up the phone as she propped up her head.

“Yeah,” she stated, unable to say more than that.

“Angel?” he asked.

“Hi, Eloi.”

“Are you okay? You sound funny.”

“I’m just a little—”

“Drunk!” he yelled.

“A little,” she replied then giggled.

“Where you at?”

“Bed,” she replied.

“With whom?” he asked, and she could tell he sounded worried, and his temper had to be rising. That was Eloi. He was strong minded and in charge all of the time. For such a strong, intimidating persona she wouldn’t expect that he needed reassurances. It seemed that Eloi was a little insecure when it came to commitments.

“You,” she whispered, and suddenly she wasn’t feeling so drunk anymore. Her breasts felt full and needy, and her belly muscles clenched with hunger. She imagined calming him down and having her way with him. Would he ever allow that? Would Eloi let down his defenses and allow her to control him? The thought made her pussy throb and her heart race. She wished he were here in her bed with her. Even when she sucked on his cock, he held her hair tight and controlled the rhythm best he could.

“With me is where you should be, baby. But instead you sound like you had some moonshine. You alone?” he asked.

“No, I have you.”

“You should be here with us. All naked and warm in our arms is where you belong.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t work out tonight. I needed to talk with my sisters,” she stated then adjusted the pillow and sat up in bed. She missed them all.

“We know that, so I forgive you. Now when tomorrow comes and you aren’t here, I am going to come get you.”

“I’m coming tomorrow, but not until the afternoon time.”

“You’re pushing it, Angel,” he reprimanded, and she smiled then snorted a little.

“Am I getting the big, bad sheriff all riled up?” she teased, and she had to hide that giggly sensation that filled her heart. Damn, she had it bad.

“
Chère
, you got my dick so fucking hard right now I may have to take matters into my own hands. Waiting until tomorrow might kill me,” he admitted, and she felt bad. She actually felt bad that she caused him to get all excited and now she couldn’t relieve him.

“Well, I didn’t mean to. Hmm…maybe I can help you.”

“Oh yeah, baby, how so?” he asked with his voice sounding so husky and sexy.

She reached down under the covers.

“Well, what if I told you that I’m all naked in bed. I got my legs spread wide just like you, Marcel, Remy, and Armand like them. Your hand is gliding nice and slowly down my belly and straight to my very wet, very needy…”

“Yeah, baby, yeah, tell me,” he panted.

“Pussy,” she stated and felt her cheeks heat up as if they were on fire. She’d never even said that word out loud before, or the word cock, but these Lafont men made her wicked.

“Oh fuck, Angel!” Eloi exclaimed.

“Are you touching yourself, Eloi?” she asked then shook with anticipation. This was almost as good as the real thing. Well, almost, she thought as she touched her pussy lips and felt how wet she was. Damn.

“No, sugar, I’m not touching myself.”

“Why not, Eloi?” she asked.

“Because you’re on speakerphone and my brothers are all listening intently.”

She sat up and gave a little squeal which hurt her head and made her belly wiggle too fast, causing the contents inside to awake a nauseous feeling.

“I can’t believe you! How could you put me on speaker?” she demanded to know.

“Because you belong to all of us, darling, remember,” Armand stated.

“Oh, I remember all right. I bet you are all just sitting there laughing at me. Well, good night, Lafont men,” she stated and was about to hang up the phone when she heard Eloi’s voice.

“Angelique Aubert, you hang up the phone and I’ll spank that ass first thing tomorrow and I don’t care if it’s in the middle of town, you hear?” he yelled, and his thick Cajun accent sent shivers down her spine. His voice was deep to begin with. All their voices were, and damn it, she was wet again. Why did firing Eloi up get her so hot?