Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (23 page)

“Mikayla, we’re working on it. I’m sorry that the investigation caused two people to quit on you before they even got started,” Michael said.

“Not as sorry as I’m going to be by the time this week is over. I have people calling looking for agents to represent them and show them around, never mind specific requests for me. This is the time to grab the money while I can.”

“You’re not going to risk your life over this,” Pierre stated firmly, but his label for “this” being her business was not his to just toss aside so easily.

“Pierre, you don’t get it. This, as you call it, is all I have. The agency is my baby, my business that I’ve grown because of my hard work. I don’t care who this jerk is, but I’m not going to be scared.”

Pierre stood up and banged his hand on the table, making her jump.

“You should be scared, damn it. Do you know what he left in your office? Don’t you realize that he could strike at any moment and take you from us?”

“No, I don’t know what all he left in my office because no one told me.” She looked at Michael. Now he looked just as upset as Pierre.

“There was bad stuff left there, Mikayla. Things indicating some possible ways he’d like to have you,” Michael said.

“Have me? Have me what?” she asked, not getting it.

“There were pictures of women tied up, bound, and beaten. He covered their faces with small pictures of your face. There were vibrators, nipple clamps, handcuffs, rope, and a note stating what he’d like to do to you.”

Mikayla felt sick to her stomach and very scared.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked them. “Why?” she repeated.

“Because we were trying to protect you so you wouldn’t get upset,” Michael offered.

Mikayla stood up and threw her napkin down.

“This rule about you choosing when I need to know things and when I don’t is bullshit! You had no right to keep this from me. How could he leave things like that? Who can it be? What does he want with me? I can’t take this.” She covered her mouth to stifle the cry that was nearly ready to escape. She was angry and scared and now confused. How could she run a business like this? She was doomed for failure.

She turned to leave the room, but Pierre caught her arm and pulled her into an embrace.

He hugged her, caressed her hair, and squeezed her tight.

“It’s going to be okay. We’re going to take care of you and find out who’s responsible,” he promised.

“But how long will it take? How can I conduct a business under these types of circumstances?”

He cupped her face between his hands and looked down into her eyes.

“I’ll help you,” he whispered.

* * * *

Mikayla washed up then looked to see what pajamas Ellena had packed for her. Considering how serious of a personality Ellena had, she actually packed some negligees and sexy nighties, obviously compliments of Angelique and her other sisters. Her cheeks warmed with a mix of embarrassment and optimism. The men would surely love her in the black lace, see-through baby-doll set, or even the one-piece purple nighty with beaded bodice that would barely cover her mound. It didn’t even come with panties. She was shocked, but then she thought about Antoine. He hadn’t called and hadn’t gotten home yet. She wondered if he had called his brothers. Maybe he did and they just didn’t tell her. The thought irked her. Would she feel as if they would always keep information from her and determine between themselves whether she needed to hear the information or not? She swallowed hard then looked in the drawers in Michael’s bedroom for one of his shirts. Surely that would do.

She washed up then took a look at her cell phone. It was odd that there weren’t any messages. How could that be? She had multiple homes being bid on and new clients wanting to schedule viewings and give offers.
What the hell?

“What’s that face for?” Michael asked as he and Douglas entered the bedroom. They were wearing lounge pants and nothing else. She nearly was sidetracked by their half-naked bodies, but her irritation at her cell phone took precedence.

“Something is wrong with my phone. I don’t have any messages from the machine at work. I can only retrieve texts that clients sent me.”

“That’s because your messages are no longer being forwarded to your cell phone,” Pierre stated as he entered the room wearing similar attire as his brothers.

“What? But how? I fixed that this afternoon. I hadn’t changed anything with the main phone.”

“We did,” Michael told her.

Her mouth dropped, and she must have looked as pissed off and shocked as she felt because Douglas looked to Pierre and Michael as if he had nothing to do with the decision.

“You did that? You stopped the calls from coming to my phone? How dare you?” She yelled the last three words.

Pierre pointed at her, his muscles flexing naturally, showing his bulkiness and perfect physique.
Focus, Mikayla, you’re mad at them for taking control and doing this without asking.

“We dare because we are your protectors. We will do what is best for you, Mikayla.”

She threw her phone down onto the duffel bag on the floor and placed her hands on her hips as she took two steps toward him as if ready to fight.

“What is best for me? Was that not you downstairs that promised to help me with my business so I wouldn’t fail? Weren’t you three the ones promising me support, protection, and that you would do anything in your power to catch this asshole? I can’t ignore my messages, Pierre, not now when I have at least four clients ready to buy. I have other clients wanting to make offers on homes and I need to be in continuous contact with them and their attorneys. How the hell am I supposed to do that if you interfered in my business?”

They appeared shocked at her outrage but also remained quiet a moment. It was Michael who spoke first.

“We were trying to protect you. We didn’t want this guy sending you more messages to upset you. If we blocked the calls and had them forwarded to my phone, then we could keep abreast of the situation.”

“So you have my calls going to your phone and you didn’t think to maybe ask me or inform me about this decision?” she questioned.

“We did what we felt was best for your protection,” Douglas added. She assumed his addition to the conversation meant that he, too, was knowledgeable of the decision they made.

“That’s great. Thanks a lot for the great communication. Good night!” she stated then began to walk out of the room.

Michael of course stopped her before she was even halfway across the room.

* * * *

Michael could understand her upset. Maybe they did screw up here, but they cared for her. A lot. And they didn’t want to cause her more upset. The things this guy left were disgusting and made him and his brothers angry and concerned. They weren’t used to caring about a woman like this.

“Perhaps we didn’t think this decision through,” he told her, and she raised her eyebrows at him. He hid his chuckle. She sure was tough. Tougher than they had given her credit for.

“No, Michael, you didn’t think this through. I need to work. I don’t have millions of dollars like you guys do. Every penny counts for my future and my sisters’ futures.”

He pulled her tighter against him.

“This is all new to us. Caring so deeply for a woman the way we all care for you is going to take some time to get used to. Hell if I know what the fuck I’m doing, but your safety and well-being are my priority and my brothers’.”

She reached up to place her palm against his cheek.

“I care very much for you guys, too. I’m used to handling things on my own, and I’m trying to accept that four guys want to help me. But, Michael, we need to talk, to communicate and let one another know what we’re thinking, what we’re doing, and what’s going on, or this relationship will turn to shit faster than the bat of an eye.”

He chuckled.

“You’re right. I’m sorry we didn’t discuss this with you first. We were upset and concerned.”

“Understandable and forgiven,” she replied, and he smiled before he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her.

As always, that small kiss grew bigger along with his cock that now pushed against his lounge pants, demanding release.

He pressed his hands lower then under his T-shirt she wore. She was naked underneath.
Thank God
. He released her lips. “Are you wearing my shirt?” he asked and she smiled.

“I assumed that you wouldn’t mind,” she whispered, batting her thick eyelashes.

“Well I do mind. Take it off now,” he told her then helped her remove it before she could do it herself.

He immediately threw the shirt to the side, wrapped his arms around her, and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He opened his mouth to twirl his tongue around her areola, pulling the nipple hard. Mikayla held his head to her breast. He tasted her, wanted to lick, suck, and kiss every inch of her naked body. The need was overwhelming, so he carried her out of the hallway and straight back into the bedroom.

He held her with one arm around her waist as he shoved his lounge pants down his legs and over his very hard cock.

“Mikayla, I can’t wait to be inside of you. I need to be close to you, sugar. I need so much right now,” he admitted as he pressed her to the edge of the bed. He ran his fingertips across her folds gently to see if she was ready for him. She was slick and wet, and the expression on her beautiful, flushed face showed her desire.

He gently ran fingertips across her torso as he leaned, standing up, against the edge of the bed. “So beautiful,” he whispered, then pressed his cock to her pussy and slowly sunk into her. She tilted her head back, her neck exposed, her breasts pushed upward, and he wanted nothing more than to please her. He reached for her hands, they entwined their fingers, and he began slow, deep strokes with their eyes locked on one another.

In and out he tried his hardest to relieve the itch, the hunger that fought him for control. He leaned forward and kissed her lips, absorbed the intensity of her big brown eyes as they held his.

“You’re mine, sugar. You’re everything to me,” he whispered then thrust a little harder, making Mikayla open her mouth.

“Oh,” she stated, and he released her hands then lifted her thighs higher against his waist so he could penetrate deeper. His strokes grew stronger, faster, and her moans of desire turned him on and made him seek release.

The way her large breasts bounced and the sight of the tight pink nipples hard and erect made him lick his lips. He held one hand against her left thigh and cupped her breast with his other hand. He squeezed, massaged, and pulled at the mound.

“I love your breasts, sugar. So big and round, soft and delicious,” he said then leaned down to lick the tip. Mikayla moaned louder as the movement caused him to penetrate deeper with her legs now higher under his arms.

He pulled back, unable to hold off any longer. In and out he increased his pumps, and Mikayla screamed his name. “Michael!”

He pumped again and exploded inside of her before lowering her legs and pulling her against him.

* * * *

Pierre and Douglas slowly climbed onto the bed on either side of Mikayla. Michael kissed her softly on the lips, and she held his shoulders. He made love to her beautifully, and she was fully aware of the connection between them.

Michael caressed her thighs then Douglas and Pierre joined in caressing them, too. She glanced first at Douglas who leaned down and kissed her lips. Michael slowly pulled out of her, but as she began to close her legs, Pierre and Douglas stopped her. Her thighs shook with anticipation of their touch. Her pussy was all wound up again despite having been satisfied only moments ago. It was as if her pussy had a mind of its own, and it craved cock more than Mikayla thought her body could handle. These men were very large. Making love with them took a lot out of her.

Pierre and Douglas continued to massage her inner thighs. Their large, thick fingers and heavy hands made her shake with anticipation. They were masculine, and it turned her on, made her body more sensitive somehow to their touch. How she could simultaneously absorb Douglas’s kisses at the same time surprised her. Then Douglas slowly released her lips, being sure to tug gently on her lower lip before fully pulling away.

“You look so beautiful, lying here with your pussy open to our touch. So pretty and pink and oh so wet,” Pierre whispered then pressed a finger to her pussy lips. Instinctively she wanted to close her legs. They were shaking with need and arousal. It was so crazy. But Pierre kept his arm there, and Douglas did the same. Pierre leaned down and licked her nipple as he pressed his finger up into her then out.

They were going slow. Too slow and it was torture.

“Oh.” She moaned and Douglas pressed his finger to her pussy as he pulled her other nipple with his mouth. She thrust her hips up, trying to seek deeper penetration and knowing it wasn’t possible until one of their cocks was fully inside of her.

“Please,” she begged of them.

They took turns teasing her, pushing one finger in then out only to be replaced by another finger. Her breasts felt swollen and tight, her nipples so damn hard, and then Pierre pressed a thumb to her pussy lips while Douglas inserted two fingers into her and she grunted her release.