Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Read Free Book Online Page A

all,” Mikayla said as she began to gather the dishes.
    Douglas noted that Pierre looked a bit annoyed. Pierre and his hang-ups about money and prestige. He would never allow a woman of his to dirty her hands. He had seen some of the gold diggers he dated. They were solely after his money and power.
    “Oh, dear, it’s really fine. I can handle it.”
    “Please, it’s the least I can do for such an exceptional meal. Please let me?” Mikayla asked as she held some dirty plates in her hand.
    “That’s really sweet of you, Mikayla. We’ll meet you in the living room,” Michael stated as he nudged Pierre’s arm and led their brother out of the room.
    Douglas was shocked. Pierre had actually let her do it.
     
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    They headed into the living room, not so patiently waiting on Mikayla.
    “I thought you were going to have a stroke letting Mikayla help Mrs. Spencer,” Antoine said to Pierre as he poured the glasses of cognac.
    Pierre ran a hand through his hair.
    “She is something else. Completely more than what you each described.” Pierre looked toward the doorway.
    “She has a way about her. I don’t know what it is, but she’s special,” Michael stated.
    “I think we need to make our intentions known. Part of the idea about getting involved in a ménage relationship was so that the woman we chose would never be lonely. Our careers entail taking up a lot of our time. Mikayla needs to come first,” Antoine stated.
    “She seems awfully timid around me. You guys have been able to spend some time with her. I think my size frightens her.” Douglas took a sip from the crystal glass.
    “She wasn’t afraid to speak her mind to you, so I wouldn’t worry about that. She’s attracted to all of us,” Antoine said, and they stopped talking as they heard Mrs. Spencer laughing.
    The women entered carrying a tray of cream tartlets with fresh strawberries.
    Mikayla set the tray down as Mrs. Spencer smiled at the men.
    “If you all don’t need anything else, I’ll be retiring for the evening.”
    “Thank you, Mrs. Spencer. We’ll see you in the morning,” Pierre stated, and the men each said thank you.
    “Thank you. Everything was so delicious. It was nice meeting you,” Mikayla stated with a smile.
    “It was nice meeting you as well. Good night, and you boys be sure that she gets home safely,” she stated before she left the room, closing the double doors behind her. Antoine was surprised. Was Mrs. Spencer trying to make them act old fashioned and court Mikayla or something? She knew what kind of relationship they were after. She had worked with their parents for years and had her own ménage relationship with two men.
     
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    “This looks so good,” Mikayla stated as she stood with her hands clasped.
    “Can I get some for you?” she asked them.
    Pierre was sitting on the arm of the chair watching Mikayla just like his brothers were. “Come here, Mikayla.”
    She hesitated as she looked toward the doorway then at his brothers before she walked closer. Was she contemplating leaving them when things were just starting to get interesting?
    “Try this,” he told her as he brought the crystal glass up to her lips then tilted it so she could have a taste. Even sitting on the arm of the couch he was taller than her as he placed his hand against the small of her back and began to gently caress over the zipper.
    “That’s nice,” she replied, and he placed the glass down on the side table before he pulled her between his legs. He laid his hands on her waist, gently massaging her hipbones as he stared into her eyes.
    “You are very beautiful, Mikayla, and I want to kiss you.” He began to lean toward her. When she didn’t stop him but instead closed her eyes before their lips touched, he felt triumphant.
    He kissed her softly at first, exploring her mouth and the taste of cognac that lingered. His hands moved up her waist then toward her back making her press her body closer toward his