Angelique (19 page)

“I’m not afraid of you, Eloi Lafont,” she retorted.

“You better be sure you want to start this with Eloi, honey,” Remy chimed in.

“Yeah, sugar, he’ll tie you up to the bed and have his wicked way with you. That sexy ass of yours will be sticking up in the air as we each take a whack before we fuck you good,” Marcel stated.

“Oh yeah, you keep running that sassy mouth, sugar,” Armand said.

“This is going to be good,” Remy stated last.

“Mais, jamais d’la vie!”
she yelled.

“Well, if you have never in your life been tied up to a bed and spanked for angering your man, then your ass best get ready, sugar. We are going to get you good,” Eloi added.

“Eloi, stop it! I’m sorry. I wasn’t being sassy and I wasn’t trying to get you mad. I was just teasing, that’s all. Damn you guys! The four of you teaming up on little old me isn’t fair at all. I’m going to hang up now. My head hurts, and I can’t keep up with you right now,” she told them.

“You had too much moonshine, woman. That’ll teach you,” Armand scolded.

“I didn’t have any more than usual when my sisters and I get together.”

“Well then, that’s something that we are going to have to address tomorrow,” Eloi replied.

“Yeah, we’re going to have to meet those sisters of yours soon,” Marcel added.

“We’ll see. I have to go. Bye,” she stated.

“Bye, sugar. We’ll see you by one o’clock, no later, yes?” Eloi asked.

“I’ll be there when I can, Eloi. Good night.” She hung up the phone as she heard mumbles on the other end.

She lay back down and smiled to herself. They were so crazy. Then again, maybe she was the crazy one for being involved with four separate large, dominant, Alpha males? Her pussy throbbed, and her heart soared as she realized how in love with them she was and how desperate she felt to be with them again. She suddenly felt restless and as if she was under some spell.

Ah shit, they put a spell on me for sure.

* * * *

Remy was working on top of the roof trying to place the finishing touches on the last pieces of shingles. He climbed down the ladder, noticing that it seemed a bit shaky, but he was almost finished with the shingles, so he climbed back up. One more set and the entire thing was finished. They were making great progress. He was pretty high up, but in the construction business, a worker had to be used to heights.

“Hey, how you making out up there? It looks real good, Remy,” Marcel yelled up to him just as he finished the last shingle.

“All done! I’m coming down,” he stated then placed his tools on the small carrier he had, adjusted his belt, and slowly crawled down to the ladder. He stepped on and began to take the first few rungs when he heard the cracking noise. Marcel heard it, too, and ran toward Remy.

“Oh shit!” Remy yelled as the ladder continued to crack. He released his footing, placing his boots on the side of the ladders, allowing him to slide down quickly. The only problem was that the ladder was broken midway and the shards of metal cut through his pants. He yelled as the ladder gave way about eight feet or so above the ground, and he fell onto his side, hitting the ground with a thump.

“Remy!” Marcel called as he ran to his side. Armand and the others came running, too.

“What the hell happened?” Armand asked.

“The fucking ladder broke,” Marcel replied.

“The ladder? How the hell can a metal ladder break?” Armand demanded to know, sounding angry.

“Because someone messed with it, Armand,” Earl stated, and everyone looked at him as he stood by the ladder.

“What the fuck!” Remy yelled then tried to move.

“Stay put!” Armand yelled.

“Call Eloi and call an ambulance,” Armand ordered.

“No fucking ambulance for me. I’m fine,” Remy stated then tried to move, but he was hurt.

“Lay the fuck still, bro. This isn’t a military operation. Someone done mess with a ladder. You could’a been killed. You’re going to the hospital, Eloi is going to investigate this, and when I find out who the fucking asshole is that’s messing with our construction site, I’m going to kill him,” Armand yelled.

* * * *

“Still no word from Angelique?” Remy asked as they helped him get into bed.

“Not yet, Remy. I tried her cell phone, but it just keeps going to voice mail,” Armand stated.

“Where could she be? She said she would come here around one o’clock and it’s after two,” he complained.

“I know, Remy. Just lay back and let Marcel give you the painkillers. You need rest,” Armand stated as Marcel stood by the bed with a glass of water and the medication that the doctor prescribed.

“This isn’t like her to not call if she were going to be late. She promised and I’m worried,” Remy stated as he moaned while adjusting his leg onto the bed.

“Eloi will find her,” Marcel added as he gave Armand a look.

Armand left the room and walked downstairs, dialing Angelique’s cell number while en route. As he heard the voice mail come on again, he closed the phone and tossed it onto the coffee table in the living room. Eloi stood there on his cell phone looking just as pissed off as Armand was.

Where the hell could she be? Could Angelique be somehow involved with the sabotage against the company? Could she be in danger right now, too? Maybe something happened to her? Armand felt his stomach ache and the anger fill his core. Just then he heard a car pull up. He locked gazes with Eloi as he rushed to the doorway.

* * * *

Angelique’s heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn’t get a straight answer from anyone about Remy. She was late coming into town because of a car accident ten miles outside of Orchidea. She rushed into town to find out from Maw Maw that Remy had been hurt on the construction site. She instantly felt sick to her stomach. Maw Maw said the men insisted that their mother not come to the hospital, but she gave Angelique directions to the hospital, but by the time she had gotten there, they had released Remy. She tried to find out about his injuries, but they said she wasn’t family and he was discharged. After dealing with their attitudes, she was ready to hit someone. She headed back in the direction she thought that led to the Lafonts’ place, but she got lost. She was frazzled and couldn’t think straight because she was so concerned. When she finally made it to their place, she was shaking. As she parked the car next to the sheriff’s patrol truck and got out, she saw Armand storming through the front door. He looked really angry as his long strides brought him directly in front of her in no time at all.

“Where the hell have you been?” he yelled, and she froze in place. Her eyes widened in shock, and she felt herself begin to cry.

“You should have been here over an hour ago!” he yelled again as the wind picked up, sending her hair flying behind her and the hem of her dress lifting along with it.

“I got here as soon as I could. I went to the hospital, but you left already. Then I got lost and—”

He was shaking with his fists by his side and staring down at her. Over his shoulder she could see Eloi and Marcel, but no Remy. Before she could ask any questions, Armand lifted her up in the air and pulled her to him. She straddled his hips as he kissed her hard and until they were nearly breathless. He pressed her body against the sheriff’s patrol truck as his hands ran up her thighs, and he cupped her ass. When he released her lips to breathe, he kissed along her neck. He was out of control and obviously angry with her, but there was something else. The door handle was sticking into her spine as she whispered his name while caressing his head and cheeks.

“Armand, please.”

He stopped but remained pressed against her as his hands gripped her firmly by her upper thighs and ass. They locked gazes, and his eyes widened as if he were shocked by his own irrational behavior. She blinked the tears away as she felt one roll down her cheek and hit her cleavage.

“I’m sorry, Angelique. I just—”

He hugged her to him, laying his head against her neck and pulling her slightly off of the truck, easing the pain of the handle against her spine. She caressed his hair and kissed his temple.

“I’m sorry Armand, I truly am sorry and it was out of my control.”

He lifted his head and kept her in his arms as he pulled away from the truck.

“No, I’m sorry I overreacted like that. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, baby. I’m just crazy right now with what happen ’n’ all. I was worried about you, too. I tried calling you.”

“I left my cell phone at home, I was in such a rush to get here. Where’s Remy, Armand? How is he? I was so worried when I came to town and heard,” she continued to caress his cheeks and his hair as he held her gaze.

“He’s inside resting. They gave him painkillers. He needed some stitches.”

“Stitches?” she asked, shocked as the tears began to fall.

“It’s okay, baby. He’s a tough one. He caught some pieces of metal that cut through his jeans and hit his thighs. All and all, he’s pretty damn lucky, that soldier.”

“Can I see him?” she asked, unsure if Remy and the others would be angry with her, too.

“Sure can. He’s been asking for you since the hospital.”

She felt terrible.

Armand walked toward the front door and where Eloi stood waiting.

“You ’n’ I will talk later, girl. Right now you best get up those stairs to see Remy. He’s tossing and turning, and that isn’t good for the stitches,” Eloi said as Armand set her down. Before she could walk toward the stairs, Eloi grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. He stared into her eyes and held her gaze. She knew he was angry with her, too. What the heck? It wasn’t like she avoided coming here on purpose. He kissed her deeply as he held her hands behind her back. When he finally released his hold, he gave her ass a light smack that turned her on and made her pussy leak. Was she a glutton for punishment or what? “Later. Me and you.”

She swallowed hard then made her way upstairs to the bedroom.

She took a deep breath then entered.

Marcel looked up from a large chair across from the bed. His eyes widened, and he looked angry with her, too. Oh Lord, this was crazy. She lowered her eyes then looked toward Remy. His eyes were closed, and he was only wearing a pair of military-green boxers. The bandages around his thigh were big, and she cringed as she looked at them. He appeared like a wounded soldier. A body made of muscles and sex appeal and a personality that made her heart soar with love for him. He was her Remy, her sweetheart. She was stuck in place and afraid to move closer and wake him. She felt Marcel’s hands wrap around her from behind. He hugged her to him then inhaled against her neck and shoulder. She could feel his strong muscles against her back.

“Where you been, woman?” he asked in a whisper.

“Long story, Marcel. But I’m here now,” she replied, and he squeezed her to him. He kissed her neck then ran his hands across her belly to her breasts. He cupped them, and she closed her eyes, absorbing the feel of his big, strong hands.

“How is he?” she asked, trying to remain calm despite the desire to rip off her dress and let them touch her, lick her, and fuck her anywhere they wanted. She was out of breath now at the mere thought.

“He’ll be better once he knows that you’re here, just like I am,” he stated then turned her around and locked gazes with her. His dark-green eyes, the color of seaweed, looked aroused.

“I missed you,” he said then lowered his mouth to kiss her. She held on to his shoulders as he lifted her in the air and she straddled his waist. His hands ran along her curves and straight to her thong panties. He pushed the string aside and rubbed along the crevice and her puckered hole. She moaned, and he squeezed her to him, releasing her lips to get as close to her as he could. The feel of his thumb caressing along her sensitive hole aroused her beyond belief. She had it bad for all of them and knew that she would never be the same ever again.

“Later we talk,” he told her then gently set her down. She swallowed hard and immediately missed his intimate touch, but then she knew she needed to see Remy up close. She walked unsteadily toward the bed and her sleepy Remy.

* * * *

Remy knew that Angelique was there. He could smell her perfume and sense her body. Somehow he felt his brother’s arousal. Whether it was instinctual or some sort of bond they shared, he just knew it. He was relieved that she was with them now and safe. It caught him off guard how she came to his mind in the midst of the accident. Her angelic face popped into his head as he slid down the ladder taking the strips of metal against his leg before falling to the ground. He prayed that he would see her again and that they could have a future together. He loved her, and he wasn’t going to waste any more time hiding it.

He felt the bed dip then her feminine fingers trace along his cheek. His belly warmed, and his cock hardened despite the painkillers.

“Hey, Angel,” he whispered then turned his head toward her as her palm clutched his cheek. It felt feminine and warm. It instantly healed any pain he was feeling.

“Hey, my sweet Remy,” she whispered back then leaned forward and kissed his lips softly. He attempted to pull her closer, but she grabbed his hands to stop him.

“No, Remy, you’re hurt,” she protested.

“Just on my left leg, so get down here and snuggle with me now,” he demanded, and she obliged without a fight. She slid down along his right side and laid her face against his chest.

“Get that sexy thigh of yours over mine,” he ordered, and she slid her silky thigh over his right leg, causing her skin to brush against his boxers and erection. He moaned, and she stiffened beneath his hold.

“No, don’t move, sugar. You just touched my cock, and it’s hard just thinking about getting inside of you,” he told her, and she shyly laid her head back down.

“Tell me what happened,” she asked, and he swallowed hard. He didn’t want to tell her all about it. He wanted to make love to her, but it probably wasn’t a good idea.

“No, honey, I’ll save that story for another time. Right now I want to hold you in my arms and hope I heal fast so I can show you how much I love you,” he whispered, and she raised her head up and held his gaze.

“What did you say?” she asked as her voice cracked, and he smiled then squeezed her side. He reached over with his other hand and rubbed his thumb gently across her lower lip. “I said I love you, Angel.”

He watched the tears fill her eyes and her face light up.

“I love you, too, Remy. I was so scared that something bad happened,” she stated then leaned up and kissed him. He held her tight and smiled.

“Lay with me awhile. Before long these painkillers are going to kick in and I’ll be sleeping like a baby while my brothers get to love you.”

“I won’t leave you, Remy.”

He smiled.

“The Lafont brothers don’t take no for an answer.”

She snuggled closer, and he held her until he fell asleep.