Illeanna (4 page)

Great. Now she was stuck in an enclosed vehicle inhaling Louis’s amazing cologne. It was fresh like soap and aftershave. She hadn’t been this close to him in over a year. She swallowed hard.

“You sure you feeling okay?” he asked her for the third time.

“You’re head doesn’t hurt? You don’t feel dizzy or faint?” he asked, and she nodded. She didn’t want to engage in conversation with him. The more they talked the more he would weave his charms and try to seduce her. She learned a lot in a year, and she was not going to go all gaga over physical attractions and let her sexual frustration lead her mind.
Damn it! Why am I even thinking about sex?
She looked back over at Louis and the way his large hands gripped the steering wheel and how his fingers looked long and thick. He was a handsome man and right now looked intense and focused. He turned to look at her, and quickly she looked away. She held her purse in her lap and felt her cell phone ringing. Glad for the interruption on her overactive libido, she quickly answered the phone

Illeanna assured her sisters that she was fine and that she was caught in the middle of a crazy situation. Aside from her small cut on her forehead and sprained ankle, she would recover in no time. Her sisters Angelina and Ellena were going to bring over some food from Aubert’s.

“So Julien and Louis were there to rescue you?” Angelina asked, sounding all giddy.

“Not really. I was the one who tackled the shooter so the Feds could get him.”

“Oh my God, Louis and Julien were probably so pissed at you and so worried. Did they swoop you up into their arms and kiss you breathless?”

Illeanna rolled her eyes. This was not one of her romance novels. This was real life.

“No, silly. I have to go. I will be stopping by Dr. Walter’s first as per insistence of my personal chauffeur. Then I’ll be home.”

“Love you and glad you’re okay,” Angelina stated.

“Love you, too. Later.”

* * * *

It took about twenty minutes to get rid of Julien and Louis. Thank God the Feds wanted to speak with them. She took the food from Aubert’s and placed it on the counter in the kitchen. Then she decided that she had been stressed out enough and needed a bath. She got undressed and in between turned on the faucets to fill the bathtub with water. Julien and Louis had made certain that she saw the doctor as soon as they arrived in Orchidea, and he verified that she in fact had sprained her ankle. She unwrapped it and got into the hot bubble bath to enjoy the peace and quiet when she heard her doorbell ring.

“I am so not answering that. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to,” she whispered as she closed her eyes and hoped that the caller got the hint and went away.

There was no such luck as about thirty seconds later Sheriff Johnny Boudoux, and his brother Deputy Gustave Boudoux barged into the bathroom, guns drawn.

Illeanna gasped as she sat up, unintentionally flashed the men then quickly covered herself and yelled at them.

“For crying out loud, what in God’s name are you doing barging into my bathroom, never mind my home?”

They placed their guns in their holsters and stared at her as if she had been the one who committed a crime.

“Why didn’t you answer the door?” Johnny asked with his hands leaning on his holster.

“Duh!” she blurted out as she lowered herself to her chin in the tub of bubbles and hoped they hadn’t seen too much of her when they entered.

“Don’t you get sassy with us, sugar. Franco, Julien, and Louis were worried about you. They’re on their way over now, said for us to check on you and keep an eye on things,” Johnny added as Gustave took a seat on the closed toilet bowl as if he had every right to be in the bathroom while she was bathing. They were out of their minds. She felt her cheeks warm and her insides do a series of somersaults.

Both men dressed in their Orchidea Sheriff’s uniforms looking sexy as damn ever and cocky as damn hell. She was certain they had seen their share and then some of naked women in bathtubs, showers, and beds, but that didn’t give them the right to invade her privacy.

She pointed to the door, trying her hardest to not allow their dark good looks affect her rational thinking. She didn’t need to have perfect eyesight to see that both Gustave and Johnny were sporting hard-ons and were obviously aroused and ready for action. The material near the zipper of their pants revealed their arousals, and she was annoyed at herself for even looking there. They had been trying to get down her pants for years, but she wasn’t biting.

“Get out!” she yelled at them, but they stood their ground.

“I told you to get out, Sheriff, and take your deputy with ya. This is my house, and I want my privacy!” she yelled. Gustave remained where he was with his arms crossed and staring at her face. She wondered what the hell he was staring at and hadn’t even noticed that Johnny now stood directly by the side of the tub. Thank goodness the bubbles were covering the water, or he would be getting a hell of a show.

“The guy did that to your forehead and neck?” Johnny asked, and she swallowed hard and suddenly felt bad for yelling. They were just being concerned. She had known them for years, and neighbors in Orchidea were family.

She raised her fingers to her neck and to where the bandage was.

“I’m fine, Johnny.”

“We’ll determine that,” Gustave stated firmly, and she felt a tingling sensation travel through her body. Damn, did these Boudoux men have charisma and nerve. She was shaking again despite the heat.

“Can I please just soak a bit? I’m achy and feel drained. Please just leave,” she asked, but they remained where they were, so she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

* * * *

Johnny watched Illeanna soak in the tub. When he and Gustave had first arrived at Illeanna’s home, they were impatient to see her and ensure for themselves that she was in fact okay. After hearing about what had happened in Monte at Carlile’s, they were in a panic to see her. To top things off Julien and Louis were concerned for her safety and the fact that one gunman was still at large. The news was broadcasting up-to-date information on the manhunt and the fact that the senator was present during the time of the shooting.

When they arrived and she didn’t answer the door, they were concerned that she was hurt or that the gunman was after her. Immediately they went into police mode and entered the home. When he opened the door to the bathroom, he hadn’t expected to find their little chef naked and submerged in bubbles. As she jumped up, they got a nice view of her large, round breasts covered in suds with only the pretty pink nipples showing. Instantly his dick was hard, and he was no longer in police mode but harder than a steel beam.

Their woman, and she was going to be their woman, was a knockout. Her soft, light-green eyes sparkled with innocence. Her long, shiny black hair was pulled up in a messy style atop her head. She looked adorable. Her cheeks were flushed, and he hoped it was more so from seeing him and Gustave than from the heat of the bath water. She was their innocent angel. She lost her virginity to Louis a year ago and acted as if it never happened. They all wanted her for their own. They were all attracted to Illeanna and wanted to explore that attraction to the fullest. She was scared but definitely interested.

Now that her sister Angelique was involved in a ménage, maybe Illeanna would give their relationship a chance. It was something he and his brothers hoped for, but Illeanna and all the Aubert sisters were stubborn.

Well so were Boudoux.

He noticed that she appeared to have fallen asleep and was sinking lower into the tub. He told Gustave to grab a towel as he squatted down and touched a finger to Illeanna’s cheek to slowly awaken her.

She stirred, and he felt the heat of her skin run through his own and hit every inch of his body. He couldn’t help but allow his eyes to wander over the water, now clear of bubbles. Her breasts were perfect and plump, with little pink nipples he desperately wanted to reach out and play with. Lower, his eyes roamed over the taut muscles of her abs to the V between her thighs. No hair in sight, their little chef liked to keep her pussy soft and bare. He swallowed hard, hoping that she hadn’t been with any other man than Louis. The sound of Gustave clearing his throat brought Johnny back to the present. Her long, tanned thighs looked silky soft, and he could only imagine what they would feel like wrapped around his waist as he fucked her. He exhaled, as he felt his cock stir and nearly tap the side of the tub. Fuck, she made him horny and hard. No woman brought on feelings like this.

“Sugar, you gonna drown if ya stay in here much longer. Let’s get you out and into something warm,” Johnny whispered. She opened her eyes, blinked, and then seemed to come back to reality. She crossed her arms over her breasts as she noticed that the bubbles had disappeared and he had a clear view of her body. What she didn’t realize was that she crossed them too quickly, and half her left breast was peeking out the side of her arm. He hid a smile.

“I can handle this.”

“But you’re not handling this. You have us here,” Johnny stated firmly. The little brat rolled her eyes and gave an exasperated exhale. He held his serious expression although he really wanted to chuckle, but he knew that would just piss Illeanna off.

* * * *

Illeanna was tired, and just as she began to relax in the tub, she had fallen asleep only to be saved from drowning by big, bad Johnny Boudoux. The man was a sight standing there in his sheriff’s uniform with the sleeves straining to near tearing against his large biceps. Like a python, those arms could swallow a woman up and make her feel lost in his embrace. But the same could be said about getting lost in arms like his along with all self-control and independence. Johnny Boudoux was demanding, egotistical, and mouthy. She stared at that mouth a moment, and like a fool, nearly drooled just thinking about his lips against her own. She must be exhausted because she knew better than to fall for their Boudoux charms.

Illeanna readjusted her arms in front of her chest in an attempt to hide her breasts from Johnny. Snapping out of her daydreaming, she spotted Gustave holding a big, fluffy white towel out for her to step into. Yeah right! Like she was going to just brazenly stand up and reveal all her nakedness to two men who knew pussy inside and out and how to get it with no strings attached.

“Really, Gustave? Leave the towel, guys, and get out. I can do this.”

“You are so damn stubborn, woman. Like we ain’t never seen you half naked in that tiny bikini ya wear when you sunning out on the back bayou?” Johnny asked, and she widened her eyes in surprise. They had never seen her in a bikini. She was self-conscious enough as it was.

“You’ve never seen me in a bikini.”

“Binoculars, sugar,” Gustave stated with such attitude and as if he had every right to be using them on her.

“Binoculars? That’s spying. What are you, Boudoux, Peeping Toms? That’s illegal,” she added as she pulled her knees to her chest and flinched when she felt her ankle ache. Both men scowled at her with their eyes looking dark and angry. Her stomach twisted into knots and she felt compelled to oblige to their orders. Did they seriously think that those looks would intimidate her into allowing them to see her naked? Geesh!

“We’re the law around here, sugar, and you know that sometimes the poachers are out during the day casing out the bayou for their catch. We can’t help it if they come looking by your place,” Johnny stated.

Illeanna harrumphed.

“Turn around and don’t you dare peek,” she stated, and she could have chuckled at the triumphant facial expressions the brothers shared. They were being relentless. First Julien, Louis, and Franco and now Gustave and Johnny. Was she going to survive this or what?

Slowly with one hand gripping the side of the tub and the other covering her breasts, she began to stand up. She pulled the towel from Gustave, but when she went to climb out of the tub her ankle ached something terrible, and she let out a gasp. Immediately she was pulled into Gustave’s arms as he wrapped the towel around her.

“Damn it, we said let us help you,” Johnny reprimanded as she held on to Gustave and tried to pull the towel tighter around her as she stood on one foot.

“I’m getting you wet, Gustave, let me go,” she told him as she noticed his uniform shirt was darker against his chest. How was he going to go back to work looking like that?

He pulled her against him and hugged her to him. She froze as she felt him inhale against her neck and shoulder, the tiny tingling sensations filling her with an awareness she didn’t want to identify.

“Gustave?” she whispered and felt his lips against her neck before he pulled back slightly.

“I was so worried about you, sugar. We all were when we heard what happened.”

She felt the tears well up in her eyes as the intensity of his emotions was clear as day before her eyes. Gustave was the quiet one, the one that kept to himself and barely mumbled a hello to anyone. She felt compelled to say something as she parted her lips and licked them, feeling how dry they were before she spoke. But Johnny had different intentions as he touched a finger under her chin to make her turn toward him.

“Let’s take care of that ankle and get you dressed before the others get here,” Johnny whispered as he gently rubbed his thumb across her bottom lip. She again felt those tingling sensations warning her that she was so damn attracted to these men she could make a fool of herself. She should have held her own and stared at him firmly as if his touch had not affected her so deeply. She should have straightened her spine and blown off Gustave’s words of concern. But she didn’t. She couldn’t do that to them because she cared about them too much. Truth be told, she was definitely affected by their touch. She was a different person altogether in their arms, and that realization scared her. Shyly she lowered her eyes to avoid looking into either man’s face as she hid from her emotions.

Gustave lifted her up into a cradle position and carried her to her bedroom.