Angelique (10 page)

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Angelique felt the tears burn behind her eyes and her belly ache with such desire and need it was almost painful. She never felt even half as desirable as these four men made her feel. The lust in their eyes and the masculine physique were a fantasy come true, even if she never thought about being with more than one man before now. She wanted their mouths, their tongues, their cocks, and their bodies touching every inch of hers. They were unreal and must have some kind of powers, putting a
cunja
on her, a spell of some kind that made her lose all self-control. She was basically naked, spread wide for their viewing, and restrained. Apparently she didn’t know that bondage turned her on or being submissive like this. Her legs shook with anticipation. Remy was teasing her.

She felt the slight tip of his tongue tap against her folds, but not enough to really be considered anything more but a tease.

“Touch me, please, Remy,” she begged, not caring that she showed such weakness.

“Like this?” he asked then blew a warm breath against her needy pussy lips, causing them to tingle and throb with need. She wanted cock, that’s what she wanted, but she would never admit that and not now. They would think she was easy.

“Yes, please, Remy, I need,” she told him and thrust her hips forward, trying to make his tongue caress more of her folds.

“Are you going to try to leave us again without a word?”

“No,” she moaned.

“You’re going to work at the site this week with us?”

“Yes, anything.”

“You promise to stay the night tonight with us, sugar?” he asked, and she held her breath. They were all silent. She wasn’t ready for that. She needed time to adjust.

“Please, Remy, it’s too soon,” she told him, and he held her gaze.

“You want us all, right? You feel what we’re feeling, right,
aimé
?” he asked, and she nodded her head as he plunged his tongue between her folds and sucked. He was on a mission to make her come fast and hard. She knew it as he licked, sucked, then pressed two fingers deep within her. She moaned louder until Marcel tilted her head to the side and covered her mouth in a deep, sensual kiss. Armand leaned down and took her right breast into his mouth, devouring her nipple and sucking her areola hard. Eloi took her left breast into his mouth to yank and tease her flesh. They were going to be the death of her. Remy shoved his fingers deeper and faster in and out of her pussy until his knuckles rubbed against the sensitive flesh and kept pressing her folds apart. The sensation tingled and caused goose bumps to erupt through her body. They each had a hold on her, and she lost it. She screamed deep against Marcel’s mouth and tongue as her men took her over the edge together.

Her chest heaved up and down as, slowly, Remy calmed his rhythm then licked her pussy, soothing any achiness and licking away the tiny eruptions that followed.

Marcel released her lips and caressed her hair. He undid the knot around her wrists and released them as Armand and Eloi slowly released her nipples, kissed her breasts, then pushed the material back up to cover her body. She was a puddle of noodles, unable to move as her men adjusted her to their liking. Her men? What was she thinking?

She couldn’t think as Marcel laid her over his lap and held her against his chest. He kissed her cheeks, her lips and held her tight. Armand bent down to kiss her.
“Merci beaucoup,”
Armand told her then kissed her lips.

“Thank you, sugar,” Remy stated, taking a seat next to Marcel and pulling her legs onto his lap. She was spread across Remy and Marcel.

She looked to Eloi with hooded eyes and noticed that same stern, unapproachable expression he had. Was it just him, or was there more to that look? Her head felt fuzzy, and she had absolutely no energy left at the moment, so she closed her eyes and rested against Marcel’s chest.

Chapter 6

They gathered around her, caressing her body, whispering in gentle voices about the community center, their parents, and their home on the bayou. Listening to them, absorbing their expressions and good looks, she knew each one of them was masculine and sexy in their own unique way. Her belly quivered, and her insides stirred to life at their touch and their voices. It was so soothing and relaxing she almost fell for it all. It was too much too soon, and she knew better than to let her emotions and needs get in the way of reality. Every relationship started off perfect. Every man had his way of manipulating and invading hearts. Women wanted the storybook fantasy and the hero that could whisk her away or eliminate the past mistakes. He would be different than her ex. They would be different. The anxiety started to overpower the spell they had woven over her. A woman of the bayou, the swamps, and a family less fortunate, she had fought hard to achieve success, if that’s where she was at. She had money saved, a booming business ready to explode or remain her secret pleasure. She wasn’t ready to take risks. She wasn’t ready with her business, and she wasn’t ready with her heart.

She sat up and began to get up off of Marcel. His thick, long thigh was between her legs as she stood, and he held her hips in place. Her hair began to fall forward out of the clip and nice hairstyle she had earlier. She probably looked a mess.

“Where are you going?” Marcel asked her, not releasing his hold.

“It’s getting late,” she whispered then tried to act nonchalant as she raised her arms and pulled the clip and pins from her hair. She shook her head and ran her fingers through the locks. When she looked up, the men stood staring at her, and Marcel remained holding her.

She felt Armand move in behind her and run his hands through her hair before gently pulling it all to one side and gripping it lightly. He kissed her neck and her shoulder. She could feel his erection press against her lower back. He towered over her. They all did, and here she was in a compromising position. This was a first test to their chivalry and to her ability to trust a man again.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, and Marcel scooted further to the edge of the bench so he could grip her better. He laid his cheek against her belly, and she wanted to give in to their demands. She wanted to stay and see where this led. His breath was warm against her belly. He was masculine and strong, just like a man ought to be. But it would kill her in the morning if she was just an easy lay and this was all a game. Placing her hands against his head, she gently rubbed his hair. The feel of his short whiskers tickled her palms. He squeezed her hips and ass toward him and whispered, “Stay.”

“I can’t. It has to be like this.”

“Why?” Armand asked over her shoulder, kissing along her shoulder bone while he gently glided his erection against her back. As aroused as she was, she couldn’t give in so easily. She felt the sexual pull along her hip bones and straight to her center. Damn, she wanted to stay. This was awfully hard.

“I have a life, a job, and responsibilities,” she replied as she gently pulled away from Marcel. He lifted his head but held a serious expression on his face.

“Where do you work?” he asked, and she felt as if her heart sank in her chest. She couldn’t tell them. She had to see where this led before she let them know who she was, where she came from, and the business she had.

“My panties please?” she asked as she put her hand out palm forward, ignoring Marcel’s question.

Armand released her abruptly, and she stepped out of Marcel’s grasp.

“I can follow you. I have ways of finding things out sugar,” Eloi stated, holding her panties by his long, thick index finger. The same fingers that made her come undone a short time ago. She felt both aroused and wary of his statement. He could use his law enforcement position to find her home and to find out everything about her. Hadn’t her ex done the same things?

She turned away, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She felt the hand on her shoulder a second later.

“Angel? What is it?” Remy. She knew his voice, his touch, and his scent already. She was doomed. She had to do this her way. She needed to feel in control.

Abruptly she turned toward Eloi with her arms crossed in front of her chest.

“Is that how you play your game? Use your position as lawman and that badge, that gun to get women to do what you want?” As the last syllable left her lips she felt guilty about accusing him of being immoral and untrustworthy. He was a passionate and strong-willed man, but she had been burned once before, and that fear made her tongue lash out.

He looked her over then slowly walked closer. “I don’t need any badge, sugar, but I do have some wild ideas about you and my handcuffs.”

She wasn’t expecting that. “Harrumph,” she exhaled in annoyance. Eloi smiled, immediately making her insides burn with such a force of attraction and need that she wanted to stay. She wanted the storybook fantasy. But she couldn’t give in. Not yet anyway. She held his gaze as she took a deep and unsteady breath.

“I really need to get. Panties, please?” she asked, holding her hand out.

Eloi held her stare for a few seconds while the others waited and watched. He lowered the panties, signaling for her to step into them. She had to hold his shoulders while she did it one leg at a time or she would fall. She tried to cover his hands with her own and pull the thong up herself, but apparently the sheriff had plans of his own.

His hands pulled the panties up every inch of her skin, lifting her dress along with it. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her against his body. His cock was hard and thick against her ribs. He sure was a big man.

“What if I arrest you tonight ’n make you stay in my personal custody?”

She held his forearms and laid her head against his chest. He was relentless. She caressed his chest, being sure not to brush against his nipple. Damn, she would love to play with his nipple the way he teased and pulled on hers. She shook her head and damned the thoughts.

“I can’t stay, Eloi. This is just too much for me to handle in one night. You have to let me go and give me time.” She reached up and touched his cheek. He kissed her palm but still held her by her ass cheeks. He was husky and muscular, and a bit different than his brothers. His dark, crew-cut hair and mysterious look in his eyes made her feel like she better not make a wrong move with him. He was thick Cajun male, and it took all her willpower not to stay.

“If I promise to come by this Wednesday to the community center, will you drop the charges and let me leave tonight?” she asked while holding his gaze.

“Come visit tomorrow and have lunch with us?” Armand suggested, and she turned to look at him and the others. They all looked hopeful.

“I have to work. I’ll fall behind and that means I’ll lose money. I need to work,” she told them, and they were quiet a moment as if debating how to respond to that.

“I’ll come get you from work for lunch. Where do you work?” Marcel asked this time. She exhaled in frustration and tried to pull away from Eloi. That just wasn’t happening until he was ready.

“You are making this hard on me. It isn’t fair at all,” she told them.

“Stay tonight and then leave early in the morning to get to work. Then come back Wednesday,” Remy suggested.

They had it all planned out, and it seemed so simple and doable. She thought about it, but she was scared. This was moving fast, and after the bad experience she had, the only choice was to go slow. She had to be sure that these men were for real.

“I don’t have anything to wear.”

“You stay the night and you won’t need anything anyways,” Armand replied.

Eloi caressed her ass cheeks and thrust his hips against her lightly. He kissed her neck and sucked along the sensitive valley of her collarbone.

“Stay,” someone whispered behind her. Remy. It was Remy.

“We want you,” Armand added then rubbed her back and ran his fingers through her hair.

“Come home with us now,” Marcel stated, and Eloi lifted her into his arms and began to carry her out of the gazebo.

“Wait, Eloi, please. This isn’t fair, four against one.”

Eloi stopped a few feet from her car.

“You stay.”

“I can’t, Eloi, please. Listen, you know I like you. You know I’m attracted to all of you. I feel weak when I’m close to any of you. Feeling weak can tire a woman out. This is all new to me, and I don’t understand how it can work. I have to process it and understand what this is about, Eloi. I have reservations that I need to deal with from my past. Please,” she begged as she pressed her hand against his chest.

He eyed her suspiciously but looked to his brothers.

“It is a lot to handle. You’re meant for us, though, and we’re going to have you,” Armand told her.

“You make me feel crazy, and I don’t like feeling crazy,” she stated, hearing the frustration in her own voice.

“You come back tomorrow then?” Remy asked.

“I’ll try, I will, but if not tomorrow then Wednesday. I volunteered to paint then at the center.”

Eloi pulled her tighter to him. His lips were close to hers when he whispered.

“Tomorrow.” He kissed her softly at first, but then the kiss grew deeper. She was kissing him back and caught in the moment before she realized just how hot and heavy they were getting.

She tried to pull away, and Eloi resisted a second then slowly released her lips. They panted for breath until Armand pulled her from Eloi’s embrace and hugged her to him. He covered her lips, kissing her just as thoroughly as Eloi. He caressed her hips, her thighs, and then her ass until he had her pressed against her car. He lifted her thigh and wedged his thigh between her legs while their kiss grew wilder. Her heart was racing, and she wanted more. She wanted everything with them. He moved his lips from her lips and continued to kiss her neck and her shoulder. She felt so damn sexy and desirable she curled her leg around his calf as he squeezed her ass cheek then cupped her breast. This was getting crazy.

“Armand, please,” she whispered then held his head to make him settle down and focus.

His eyes were wild and smoldering. His cheeks were red, and he kind of appeared disappointed. But he was a gentleman.

“Damn, woman, you got the voodoo in you.” He slowly lowered her leg and gave her a hug. As he released her, Marcel took his place and hugged her to him. He inhaled against her hair as he caressed her back. His lips spread tiny butterfly kisses along her jaw then to her mouth.

“I’ll miss you, sugar,” he told her before he kissed her long and thoroughly. She was dizzy from their kisses when Marcel relinquished his hold to Remy. Remy and his dark green eyes, so sweet yet filled with mischief as he looked her over and winked. She felt herself blush. He was such a tease. She smiled and opened her arms to him, welcoming his embrace and his kiss. Her petite height didn’t seem to bother any of them as Remy lifted her into his arms and kissed her as he held her off her feet. When he released her, she saw that Marcel had her car door open for her.

“Drive safely. Call me when you get home,” Armand stated.

“Night,” she whispered then looked them over one last time. They were everything she ever wanted in one man, but instead there were four.