Angelique by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Read Free Book Online Page B

The realization of just how high up they were began to sink in.
    Slowly, with him whispering to her every step of the way, they climbed down the ladder. When they got to the ground, she held the ladder and took deep, steady breaths.

     
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    “What the fuck happened?” Armand asked.
    “I don’t know. Truck was empty. I saw from the window and went down to look. Is she okay?” Marcel asked then caressed her shoulder.
    “You okay, Angel?”
    “I’m fine, but I think I’m bleeding,” she told them, and Remy was at her side immediately. Her hand was against her ribs and under her arm near her right breast.
    She looked a little pale as she pulled her hand away and showed them that it was covered in blood.
    “Fuck!” Armand yelled.
    “Get her into the trailer and we’ll look her over,” Marcel told Remy. Remy lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the building.
    “Handle this and call Eloi,” Armand pointed to Earl and Leon as they headed out of the building with Angelique.

     
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    Remy gently placed her down on her feet the moment they entered the trailer.
    Angelique was finally calming down from her scare, but now she was hyped up over the three sexy men standing around her trying to get her to remove her tank top.
    “It will be fine. Just give me the first-aid kit and I’ll handle it,” she stated. She didn’t dare tell them that the cut was burning.
    “You either take it off yourself or I’m going to do it. This is serious. You could have been killed,” Marcel raised his voice. Her heart was pounding in her chest. They were in some kind of double-wide trailer-office on the site. There was a couch, a few desks, a refrigerator, and coffee station.
    It was Remy who placed his hands on her waist and stared into her eyes.
    “We know what we’re doing. None of us are going to hurt you,” he told her. She stared up into his green eyes. He had a kind smile, and was just as muscular as his brothers. He was an inch or so shorter than Armand and Marcel. He looked sexy as sin with his crew-cut hair, small scars obvious on his scalp, and one along his neck. She wondered how he got them, and her belly quivered. He was in the war, too, just like Marcel. Was it getting hot in here or what?
    He began to gently pull her tank top from the confinements of her pants. Although this was supposed to be an act of first aid, to Angelique it felt quite erotic, and the sexual tension filled the room to almost capacity. She covered his hands, and the move caused an ache against her ribs. She cringed, and they noticed. Armand was by her side.
    “You’re hurt. Let him take it off,” Armand ordered.
    She shook her head, and a few muttered curses flew through the room. They surrounded her, and she didn’t exactly know them well enough to be removing her tank top. Plus, she had big breasts and had always been self-conscious about them. It was part of the reason she designed lingerie. That thought of course made her mind run into overdrive just thinking about what sexy lingerie she would wear if she were one of the brother’s girlfriends. Instantly she had a pain in her stomach. It was guilt. She couldn’t choose between them. They were all just so attractive and nice.
    Armand placed his hands against her cheeks and stared at her. Remy crossed his arms over his chest and glared. Was he annoyed at Armand for stepping in his way, or was he really getting that angry with her? A shiver ran up her spine as she remembered her ex who hit her. He had a temper, too, and he was not ex-military.
    “You’re shaking and we’re worried, baby.” He stared down into her eyes, and she felt confused. Part of her wanted him to kiss her, but not with his brothers watching, and part of her wanted them all to kiss her. She’d never had such insane feelings before.
    “You scared me,” he whispered then leaned closer and kissed her softly. She instantly closed her eyes and allowed him to taste her. His