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Authors: Dixie Lynn Dwyer

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Johnny, Gustave, and Franco walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

“Fuck, did you see all those bruises and her breast? We should have tied him to the back of an ATV and dragged his ass through the roads and swamps until he was gator meat,” Franco stated, running his hands through his hair as he dropped onto the couch. He covered his face, feeling his nerves at their breaking point.

“I know what you mean, Franco. We’re all feeling the same way, but we can’t show our upset in front of Illeanna. It was a big deal for her to let us into that bedroom and see her like that,” Johnny said.

“It’s good that she let Julien make love to her. She wants us all, we just need to take our time,” Gustave said, and both Franco and Johnny looked at him and smiled.

“You’re right. We need to focus on Illeanna and on this case. Whoever is responsible for Phillips’s death thinks that Illeanna as a witness to the shooter is a bad thing,” Johnny stated.

“Louis and Julien need to sit down with us and tell us everything they know about the case,” Gustave stated.

“I think we need the Feds to give up what they have, too,” Franco stated.

“How did they seem over at Carlile’s when the incident happened?” Johnny asked.

“I didn’t care for Agent Barkley but Agent Mertoff seemed okay. I might call Michael Fromm. He’s got a lot of friends and I’m not taking any chances with Illeanna,” Franco stated, and they agreed.

 

* * * *

 

 

One moment she felt safe and content in a bundle of warmth and the next she felt the heavy body on top of her and the tape pressed hard against her mouth. Her eyes popped open only to find a masked man staring at her as he straddled her body. She tried to push him away. She screamed through the tape best she could, but it only inhibited her breathing, causing her to hyperventilate.

“I killed her. Your sister’s dead and you’re next,” he whispered, then ripped her shirt from her body, prepared to sexually assault her.

Illeanna shoved the hands and body away from her as she woke up in darkness unsure of where she was. She scrambled off the bed, landing on the floor before realizing she had no idea where she was.

“Illeanna! Illeanna, wake up!” someone yelled to her. She realized that she was naked and her body ached, causing all her injuries to come alive.

“Illeanna.”

She pulled the shirt from the floor, covered her chest, and scurried backward until she hit the wall. She was slowly waking from her nightmare and could feel the large hand grab her leg, trying to stop her. She kicked at him.

“Get away from me!”

A low light brought the room into clearer view. Reality flowed into her brain as she realized her attacker wasn’t there. She wasn’t alone in her room. All five Boudoux surrounded her, kneeling on the floor, reaching for her as they consoled her back to the present.

She covered her face and cried, the sobs harsh to her own ears.

“Easy, sugar, easy now. You’re safe. He can’t get you,” Louis whispered then reached for her.

She shook her head and clenched her body tighter against the wall despite the pain in her ankle and her chest.

She uncovered her eyes to look at them. To see such strong, superior men look so upset and uneasy embarrassed her. She was mortified.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I…”

“Shh, baby, don’t,” Gustave said as he kneeled down and opened his arms to her. They still wanted her? They didn’t think she was insane? So many crazy thoughts went through her mind. She felt weak, exposed, and susceptible to failure and defeat. It was the most overwhelming and lonely feeling she had ever experienced in her life. Was this how all victims of crimes felt?

Gustave inched closer, and he pulled her into his arms. The moment she felt the skin-to-skin contact she latched on to him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, just a pair of camouflage shorts. He kissed her neck softly and carried her back to the bed.

Someone fixed the covers she must have yanked off the bed as Gustave gently laid her back down. She clutched the T-shirt to her chest and brought her legs up so that the men couldn’t see her privates. It was lame since she had sex with Julien in front of all of them and allowed each of them to touch her. But she still felt self-conscious and shied anyway.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered as Gustave pulled her against him and Julien placed the blanket over them.

He shook his head. “I’m going to hold you and keep you safe. I won’t let anyone hurt you, sugar, ever again,” he whispered. She snuggled against him, letting her lips touch his skin and savor the feel of muscle beneath her lips. Gustave was strong, built large up top and narrower at the waist. He looked like a weightlifter, but he was sweet, polite, and gentle instead of rough, macho, and kind of scary like he appeared.

She was still shaking. She felt it and tried so hard to stop. She tightened up, and that only seemed to make matters worse.

She felt the hand cover her shoulder and someone else joined them behind her.

“You okay now?” Franco asked, and she looked up toward him, seeing the concern in his eyes.

“I’m okay. I’m sorry.”

“Quit apologizing, Illeanna. You were attacked in your home where you should have been safe. We should have been there to protect you!” Franco exclaimed, making her jump at his intense tone.

“Franco!” Gustave reprimanded and both brothers held one another’s gaze.

Illeanna knew Franco had a temper on him. He was almost as intense as Johnny.

Illeanna turned onto her back, grabbing the covers to cover her breasts best she could with both men lying on them.

“You’re right. It’s my fault. If I had let you stay…”

“No, it’s not your fault. No one knew this was coming. No one expected this to happen or even thought it was a possibility. You didn’t do anything wrong.” Gustave held her chin between his fingertips. She saw the anger and the intensity in his eyes. She also felt his erection hard against her thigh. They were silent as they held gazes.

His hand moved under her hair, and he scooted closer as he leaned in and kissed her softly on her mouth. Her lips parted, and he pressed his tongue inside, taking his time kissing her more deeply. She felt her nipples pebble and her vagina actually swell with desire.

He released her lips and rolled halfway over her, being sure not to place too much weight on her but wedged his thigh between her legs. The sheet pulled down lower, revealing her breasts.

 

* * * *

 

 

Gustave felt his body hum with such an awareness and need he was eager to explore. Illeanna lifted her leg against his thigh, and he wrapped his arms around her then rolled to his back. She kissed him fully on the lips, ravaging his mouth, letting him know that she felt exactly the way he did.

She pulled from his lips, and her long black hair came forward on one side and covered her breast. He kept his hands on her ribs then slowly caressed up as she fully straddled him, placing her hands on his chest.

“You’re perfect, Illeanna,” he told her then gently rubbed each thumb along her nipples, causing them to harden even more. He felt the wetness against his belly as her pussy, bare and soft, sat snug below his belly button.

Illeanna closed her eyes and absorbed the feelings he was eliciting from his touch.

He cupped her breasts, avoiding the urge to apply too much pressure to the very injured one. She had large breasts. More than he could fit in his hands. He trailed a finger across her flat belly to her mound.

“I want you, Illeanna. I want to make love to you,” he told her, and she smiled at him then lifted up as she caressed her hands up his pectoral muscles to his shoulders. He saw the intensity in her red, swollen eyes and the heated look that passed between them.

He pressed a finger to her pussy, but the position was awkward.

“Come on up here. I want to taste you,” he whispered, amazed at how shaky his voice sounded. He’d had sex plenty of times and ate at a woman’s pussy to get her wet, but the anticipation never felt like this. He craved a taste of Illeanna. He wanted to eat her alive.

She looked around a moment, appearing embarrassed as his brothers looked on.

“Don’t fret over them. They can taste you later, it’s my turn to love my woman,” he announced, and he pulled her up closer, taking matters into his own hands.

He gripped her ass cheeks and dove right in to take a taste. A lick, a nibble, and oh yeah, she was a tasty treat he was going to savor.

The more he squeezed her ass cheeks, pressing her pussy harder against his mouth, the juicier she became. His little chef was getting turned on. When Illeanna tilted her hips up and grabbed onto the headboard, he pressed a finger to her cunt, causing her to jump and moan.

“That’s right, sugar. You hot for me right?” he asked. She nodded her head, riding his fingers and then his mouth.

He ate at her some more and was grateful that she was so light and petite compared to him. It gave him an advantage as he reached down, unzipped his shorts, and shimmied out of them. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear, and his cock was hard as a steel rod.

He nibbled on her clit, and Illeanna moaned then slowly pulled away. That’s when he lifted her up by her waist and lowered her onto his shaft. Greedily she swallowed his cock right up, taking him nearly fully inside of her.

Up and down she lifted her hips with his assistance. With every thrust she took she closed her eyes and gasped at the fullness.

“You’re so big, Gustave, I feel you so deeply,” she told him, and he opened his thighs wider, placed his feet flat on the bed, and thrust up hard.

Illeanna screamed as she held on to him and nearly fell to his chest.

 

* * * *

 

 

It was too much to just stand there and watch. Franco had to join in to participate.

He climbed in behind Illeanna after removing his shorts and shirt. As he pressed his hands over her ass, Illeanna moaned again.

“Whatever you just did, do it again, bra, she’s getting real wet,” Gustave stated as he thrust up and down.

Franco rubbed his hands up and over Illeanna’s shoulders, pressing her down as Franco pushed up. “Oh God!” she screamed.

Franco ran a finger down her spine as he leaned over her, letting his cock hit her lower back and ass.

“You feel my cock, Illeanna? You feel how hard I am for you, woman? Your ass is looking real good from back here.”

Illeanna moaned at Franco’s words.

“How’d you like a big, hard dick in your ass while Gustave fucks that pretty little pussy?”

“Oh God I can’t. I never,” she blurted out.

“You never been fucked in the ass baby?” Franco asked as he fisted his cock and gently rubbed it along the crack of her ass. The pre-cum just kept dripping onto her skin. He couldn’t wait to be inside of her, to possess her and shoot his semen into her body, marking her as his.

“Oh!” she exclaimed as her body shook. She orgasmed hard while Gustave kept thrusting.

“Oh damn, Illeanna!” Gustave yelled then thrust hard and fast four times before exploding inside of Illeanna.

They panted for breath as Illeanna lifted up slowly, releasing Gustave’s cock with assistance from Franco.

Franco wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her to all fours as Gustave moved out of the way.

“So hot and sexy with your breasts all full and aroused,” he teased as he caressed her breasts from behind then trailed a hand over her curves, past her breasts and belly to her pussy lips. He found her clit and pinched lightly between two fingers.

“Oh, Franco,” she panted as she pressed her ass back against his cock.

He pressed a finger into her pussy as he nibbled on her shoulder, making her shake with desire.

“So fucking wet for me. I want in, Illeanna. I want to fuck this wet pussy while I play with this ass.”

“Oh yes. This is crazy.”

She moaned again and he used his thighs to spread her wider as he pulled his finger from her pussy and replaced it with his cock. He pressed slowly into her pussy from behind. He wasn’t halfway into her when she thrust back, pulling him through her tight vaginal muscles, squeezing his cock like a vise grip.

“Fuck, Illeanna, you’re so damn tight and hot. Fuck!” he blurted out as he tried to pull out to thrust back in, but each stroke was torture.

He grabbed her ass, rubbing along the cheeks as he ground his teeth and forced himself to bear the intense grip her pussy had on his cock. In and out he slowly began to pick up pace as Illeanna joined in thrusting back before he had time to adjust.

“You’re killing me, baby,” he yelled, and she moaned again as he felt her channel moisten, allowing him to move a little faster.

He needed her to slow down or he was going to shoot his load. He wasn’t ready yet, and she needed to know that he was boss when it came to the lovemaking.

“Your ass is calling to me, sugar,” Franco stated, and she slowed down as he pressed a finger to her pussy, swiping some of her cream up and over the puckered hole. The tight rings ate his finger right up, and he could only imagine what it would feel like when his cock was in her ass.

“Oh hell!” he yelled then thrust hard and fast into her pussy with his finger in her ass and his arm pressed against her hip.

They both exploded together, and he immediately felt Illeanna go weak. Her legs gave out and she fell to the bed. His cock slipped from her pussy, eliciting a moan from both of them.

He rubbed her back, leaned forward, and kissed her from the top of her spine down to her ass then took a little nibble of her ass cheek.

“Franco!” she yelled, slapping her hand back and missing him.

He chuckled. “That’s one sexy little ass you got there, woman.”

“There’s nothing little about my ass,” she replied over her shoulder as she snuggled on the sheets.

“Oh yeah there is,” Johnny stated as he gave Franco a toss of his head, indicating for him to move out of the way.

Illeanna looked over her shoulder and straight at Johnny’s thick, long cock.

“Yeah, honey, you get yourself ready for this. I’m a demanding lover and you’ve been warned.”

“Oh God!” Illeanna stated then laid her cheek against the sheets.

 

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