Angelique by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

kiss grew hotter, and his hand pressed under her tank top and against her ribs opposite of her injured side. She held on to his arms and reciprocated the kiss until they mutually stopped. He slowly released her lips, but not before nibbling on her bottom lip.
    “Mmm…Mmm…Better than expected, Angel,” he told her then smiled as he held her around her waist.
    “Now will you let us take care of you?” Remy asked. She looked at each of them and their warm yet carnal expressions and blushed. Marcel licked his lips as he eyed her over. It warmed her inside to think he was turned on by watching his brother kiss her like that. Crazy!
    She swallowed hard and nodded as Remy gently lifted the tank top higher. His thumbs touched her belly as he slowly removed the tank top.

     
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    Marcel’s heart was pounding in his chest. He should be worried about Angelique’s wound, but with each inch of skin revealed as Remy undressed her, the more his heart pounded and his cock throbbed. When Armand took her hands and helped raise her arms so Remy could remove her tank top, Marcel’s imagination went into overdrive. He could picture Angelique belonging to them. To all of them as they undressed her and made love to her. She was sexy, petite, and a fantasy come true. As Remy removed her tank top, revealing her black lace bra that hardly covered her beautifully large breasts, he inhaled sharply. So did Remy and Armand.
    “The cut, remember,” she snapped, and Armand cursed at the sight.
    Angelique was scratched multiple times and was bleeding a little more from under her arm, along the side of her breast and her ribs. It appeared that the bra was ripped as well.
    “I can’t keep my arm raised, it burns,” she told them, and Armand helped her to lower it. He glanced around the room. “Here, sit on the stool and put your arm on the back part of the stool. Then we can clean this out and see what the damage is.”
    Marcel and Remy pulled out the supplies and laid them on the table.
    The door to the trailer swung open, surprising everyone, but especially Angelique as she tried to turn to hide her body. Remy covered it from view of the intruder.
    Armand saw Eloi in his sheriff’s uniform and released a sigh.
    “It’s just Eloi, Angelique, it’s okay,” Armand told her.
    “What the fuck happened? Why is she here, and why the fuck was she on the scaffolding?” he yelled, and Angelique turned away. Armand could see that Eloi had scared her.
    “Settle down, it was an accident,” Armand told Eloi then glared at him.
    “She hurt?” he asked in what sounded more like a growl.
    Armand nodded.
    “Let me see,” he stated.
    “No! It’s just a scratch. No need to fuss,” she stated then tried to push Remy’s hand away and stand up.
    In an instant, she appeared to have lost her balance as she grabbed on to Remy. Marcel stepped closer, but Remy was already next to her. Remy lifted her into his arms and glared at Eloi before carrying Angelique over to the couch. Armand followed, and so did Marcel. Eloi cursed then stood a few feet away, staring in shock as if he just realized Angelique was half dressed. He looked toward Marcel and raised his eyebrows as if questioning why she was undressed. Marcel was annoyed at Eloi.
    “She’s hurt,” Armand scolded before Marcel could comment.
    “Angelique, just lay still. Are you feeling dizzy, baby?” Remy asked her, and she nodded then closed her eyes.
    “I’ll get something cold for her to drink.” Marcel walked away toward the refrigerator.
    “We better apply some disinfectant to that wound right away,” Armand said as he opened up the first-aid kit and began to add ointment to a gauze pad. Remy wiped down the cuts and scrapes with some clean saline.
    “She’s got a splinter of wood here and where her bra ripped, but no stitches are needed,” Remy told Armand as he raised her arm a little higher.
    “Can you keep that up and out of the way, baby?” he asked, and she