Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free PDF Page B

head as he brought it to his lips and laid a soft kiss on the top of it.
    He looked up, holding her gaze. “It is Pierre Fromm, however I use my mother’s maiden name for security purposes. I was adopted and my brothers were not. They use the family name. My business does not allow for such pleasantries.”
    He brought her hand to his chest causing her to move closer toward him. “You are a stunning woman and our paths were meant to cross. Please give us the opportunity to explore our attraction to you.”
    “Us?” she asked, feeling her insides tighten with a mix of anticipation and fear.
    “Yes, Mikayla, us.” She turned to see Michael and Antoine standing in the doorway. They looked so damn handsome her heart fluttered inside. She absorbed them, every ounce of them. Antoine, with his loose-fitting jeans and white button-down polo, held a glass of red wine in his hand. Michael wore jeans and a blue T-shirt and held a beer.
    “What’s going on? I don’t appreciate being some expendable toy in a game of who can mess with the woman the most. I haven’t heard from either of you in weeks. Then this guy comes along, lying about who he really is and turns out to be related to you. What the hell?” she yelled, and when all three men looked at her, she instinctively knew she was in a heap of trouble. Power radiated from all three men. It radiated from their broad shoulders, and angry determination glittered in their eyes. She took a step back, unsure if she stood a chance to make a run for it in the high heels she wore.
    “Watch your tone, Mikayla,” Michael stated.
    “That’s quite a tongue she has on her,” Antoine said.
    “I know exactly how to control that tongue,” Pierre added in such a seductive, enticing way Mikayla felt it all the way to her core. And damn didn’t her pussy instantly weep with desire and her nipples harden with anticipation of what exactly he meant by that. What the hell?
    “Yeah, it looks like you’re all doing a really good job of scaring her.”
    Mikayla abruptly turned around to another male voice, and she gasped as she looked up and up until she saw the face of a fourth man. He was in no way what she would call traditionally handsome like the other three. Why she immediately compared this one to the others she didn’t know. In her mind she figured ultimately because they were gorgeous and she was attracted to them and any other man she would ever meet would be compared to Antoine, Michael, and Pierre. Could this be brother number four?
    No, this guy was hard. He looked almost haunted, but his green eyes held hers, and something struck her straight to her gut. She had never met such a large, dominant-looking man, but this one, this one she would never forget.
    As she stumbled back a step, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked over her at the others. She felt the strong arms touch her waist then wrap around her midsection, pulling her back against a solid wall of stone.
    “Meet our other brother Douglas,” Michael whispered then kissed her neck, somehow easing the intensity of the situation but not her guard. She felt overwhelmed at the moment, and now four sexy, hot men stood around her. What they had in store for her she didn’t know.
     
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    Douglas wanted to laugh out loud when he heard the way Mikayla had spoken to his brothers. Although he and Pierre were adopted into the Fromm family, he still thought of them as his brothers. They were extremely close, and if it weren’t for their parents, Rosette and Miguel, Lawrence, and William, then he probably would have wound up dead on the side streets of New Orleans.
    This woman was gorgeous, classy, and very young. Perhaps too young to truly understand such dominant men like he and his brothers.
    “It’s nice to meet you, Douglas. Are there any other brothers hiding in the woodwork?” she asked with a bit of attitude. That surprised him, considering the fearful appearance she showed as he entered the