“We’re going to take care of you, Michelle,” Angel said warmly. “Go to bed. Do you mind if we save your phone number?”
She stilled. She hadn’t even thought of caller ID. Then she remembered who it was asking. A giddy relaxation streamed through her. “Of course I don’t mind.”
“We’ll have to do it again,” he offered.
Michelle knew it wasn’t a good idea, but tonight, margarita notwithstanding, had been one of the best nights out she’d had in ages. “I think I’d like that.”
“Good,” he purred quietly. Then firmer, he continued. “Go to sleep. We’ll give you a call later on, or see you at the club.”
“Okay. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight” was chorused over the phone in two deep, male voices and she shivered.
“Menaces,” she muttered. Male laughter echoed and she hung up before she said anything else incriminating.
* * * *
Angel lifted a palm. “High five, bro. She’s warming up to us.”
They slapped hands and fell back to the couch to finish the game they’d been playing while they waited for her phone call. Troy focused but with only half his brain on the fighter in front of him. “What if she hadn’t called?” He’d seriously had his doubts.
“Would have been a long night of me kicking your ass then,” Angel crowed, clobbering the juice out of Troy’s warrior.
“Hey!”
Angel snickered. “All’s fair in love and war, man.”
“Bitch.”
“Bite my ass.”
They played in silence a little longer as Troy tried to regain his winning status. “So what do you think we should do?” He couldn’t seem to stay away from her, couldn’t keep his thoughts from circling her.
“The same thing we’ve been doing.”
Troy gripped his controller, his insides in a turmoil. He didn’t even care when his guy did a back flip and died.
“You make it too easy, Troy.” Angel gloated, dancing on screen.
“Man.” He tossed the controller down. Leaping to his feet, he paced. “I need to go home. I can’t think. I keep seeing her. Did you know she has green in her eyes?”
Angel stopped messing with his controller, looking up. “It’ll work out. We can’t just pounce on her. We’re not in high school anymore. And yes, I did. Brown and green.”
Troy growled. “I know that.” He didn’t want to fight Angel for her, but fuck… He wanted Michelle. He wrangled the hard rod of flesh behind his zipper, wishing it would go away. Ever since she’d walked through the doors he’d been a throbbing, aching wreck.
“Shit, dude. Don’t even think it. Ricky is gay, not me.”
Troy gurgled. “Not in this lifetime,” he swore adamantly. Falling back to the couch, he sighed, staring at the ceiling. “But that’s just it. I can’t get her out of my head.” Flicking his hand with disgust, he added, “And because of her, I can’t get rid of that either.”
With a final groan of defeat, he stood. “I’m outta here. See you tomorrow.”
“Sure.”
Troy managed to get to his car, his groin so tight he felt like he had a rod shoved up his spine. Or wire wrapped around his sac. He was almost ready to scream with them throbbing so hard. Three minutes later, he was inside his own place. Slapping the door tight, he ripped his shirt off. The button on his jeans was next, but it wasn’t enough. With an impatient growl, he stripped completely, not caring where things landed as he stumbled for his bedroom.
His underwear hit the floor and he fell onto his bed. Rolling over, he stared at the white nothing above him. “Just once. It’s not like you haven’t stroked yourself dumb over porn.” But she’s not a no-name slut. She’s Michelle, damn it, the woman you’ve been falling for since you met her.
He argued with himself, the whole time his cock ached, swelled, and pulsed. Tension made him widen his legs, determined to relieve some of the pressure. It didn’t work. The open air caressed his nuts and he shivered. Ever since he made the suggestion to Angel, he’d managed to avoid this, a complete overload, instead working slowly to get to know her, to have her begin to trust them. In truth, the idea of sharing her had been a major turn on. Angel was the best of the best when it came to friends. Tiffany had been impulse. With Michelle… He groaned. He’d had more erotic dreams than he wanted to count, picturing her with Angel and himself, in so many ways. She was amazing. Soft, vanilla scented skin, hair that glided between his fingers. His heart pounded behind his ribs with a bruising strength. He gripped at his blanket, hunger beating at him in a way he’d never known. He needed in a way he’d never tasted. He needed Michelle. His cock thumped at his stomach, waving at him in agreement.
“Shut up down there,” he snarled.
She’d been beautiful tonight with her hair down, and so damn cute asking for a ride home. He closed his eyes, sucking in deep breaths. The sight of her drinking on the margarita straw rose up, teasing him. The sweet pucker of her lips, then when she’d licked them. He’d been enthralled, picturing his cock where the straw had been, gliding…wet…hot. Troy gasped, clenching his jaw.
Glaring at his nemesis, the eye winked at him, daring to produce a pearl of fluid that slowly slipped to his overheated skin. Troy lost the fight. “Fuck!” He nearly shouted it. Then he moaned, his heart pounding when he wrapped his hand around his length.
“Oh, God. Michelle.” He sighed, giving in to the fantasy. Envisioning her hands on him was a lot more arousing than knowing he’d finally snapped. He could hate himself after. Pearls of pre-cum seeped from his engorged head and he ran his palm over the skin, using that as lubricant against his sensitive cock.
Letting the fantasy run free, he pictured her hands on him, stroking him as her tongue laved up and down his length. Then without effort, Angel appeared at her side. Heat danced in his friend’s dark eyes. Angel dragged his fingers over her breasts where he imagined she knelt on her knees at Troy’s side on the bed. A quick shudder and whimper was her answer just before she swallowed the mushroomed head between her sweet lips.
Troy’s cock jumped in his hands, feeling the pressure of her teeth, the suck of her lips as she toyed with him.
“Roll over, baby,” Angel murmured. Helping her stretch out, he made sure she was comfortable. Troy’s eyes rolled into his sockets. Her tongue felt so good twirling all over his head, his touch mimicking his imagination until he couldn’t tell the difference. His heart pounded wildly in his chest, his hands stroking over hers, the soft skin of her palms tight as she gripped him. Then her breath warmed his sac just before she licked at him.
“Shit,” he breathed, lost to the sensations. Watching his friend, he imagined him getting comfortable between her legs, separating her pussy lips with the tips of his fingers.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Troy uttered. She’d go crazy with Angel eating her out, flicking her clit with his tongue. “Do it, man. Make her come.” God, please. So close.
Then she would suckle on his nuts, humming her pleasure as Angel worked her pussy, made her hot and soaking wet. Troy licked his lips. He bet she tasted divine. A jiggle pounded its way through her body. Angel was fucking her with his fingers, licking at her clit, urging her to come all over him.
“God, baby. I bet you’re a wet one too,” he managed, his lips dry as he pumped his cock. “Wet, delicious pussy, hot for my tongue, tight for my cock.”
Adrenaline filled his veins and the first thrum of his climax drew his balls up tight to his body. Yesss. A little harder baby. Suck me. He moaned, lost in the fantasy as his cock filled.
Troy stiffened, shouting as he spurted onto his chest and over his hand, the rush of his orgasm unstoppable. He stroked his flesh until he was empty, not a single ounce of strength left in him. Gasping, he let the image of her orgasming beneath Angel’s wicked tongue fade away. “Soon, sweetheart. Fuck, it better be soon,” he pleaded to the empty room.
Taking a few minutes to catch his breath, he rose shakily to hit the shower and then fall as
leep. If he was lucky, he wouldn’t wake up with morning wood.
Chapter Four
Michelle stepped out of the club and walked around back to the employee section. Her side was hurting with a slow rolling throb. She’d overdone it with the weights, but she refused to have any weakness because of the damage done to her side. The last thing she’d expected was to find Troy and Angel standing by her car, as though waiting for her.
“Hey guys. What are you doing here?” They didn’t have a lesson today, so she hadn’t expected to see them.
Do jeans have to look that good, she wondered, eyeing them both as she approached. Troy’s hair hung over his ears like a boy with an unruly head of dark wheat, flipped to the side, leaving a small wedge over an eye. The kind of hair a woman could dig her fingers into and hold onto, while Angel’s hair was cut conservatively in a neat trim. Comparing them, they were about the same height side by side. Where Troy was disarmingly cherubic, the angles of Angel’s face were more pronounced.
“We’ve come to sweep you off your feet,” Angel said with a twinkle in his eyes, an alluring smile hovering over sexy lips. Sexy? Damn it, Michelle stop it.
She yanked damp hair off her neck. “You two are impossible. I must look like someone’s worst nightmare.” Her clothes were sticky and her hair was in a ponytail. She wasn’t even wearing makeup. What was the point when she was only going to sweat it off within the first thirty minutes of her day?
Neither said anything, just staring at her. She pulled her keys from her gym bag. Troy put out a palm. “Please?” He motioned.
“Why?”
“It’s a surprise.” Troy’s grin joined Angel’s.
She minced a step, clutching her keys. “Um, I don’t do surprises very well.”
Troy let his hand drift down. “Michelle, we’d never hurt you. Hell, we want to take care of you.”
She studied them, waiting for something, anything, then what he said registered. “Wait, both of you? Take care of me? You do realize I’m thirty-four. You’re two babies compared to me.”
Troy reared back.
“No we’re not,” Angel stated, though he didn’t look any happier about being called a baby. He slouched and dropped his gaze. With a sigh, he rose to meet her stare again, since they were between her and the car, she had no choice but to listen. Or leave. And that would only cause questions inside. Questions she didn’t want to answer. “We’re twenty-six, so what? And yes. Both of us. We wanted to take time to get to know you, to see if…” He cursed in a muttered breath. “To see if you’d…” He hissed through his teeth. “I’m fucking it up, Troy.”
He spun on a heel and stalked a few feet to the other end of the car, his back to them, his shoulders hunched as he battled with himself.
“Michelle,” Troy said gently. “We like you. A lot.” She didn’t flinch when he lifted his hand to touch her cheek, and he didn’t try to do more, which she was grateful for. Her heart had begun to race like a wild stampede at the word surprise. Determined to listen, she forced a calmer rate by breathing evenly. “What we’re suggesting may not work. It’s only worked once before, and it’s only because I trust Angel like my own brother. The problem is, we’re both falling for you. But if you aren’t open to…this…”
“But I’m eight years older than you. Than the both of you!” This? She couldn’t even wrap her mind around that part of it.
“Michelle.” Troy closed the gap of space between them. “If either of us wanted a woman other than the person you are, we wouldn’t bother you in the least. Tonight, we have a surprise for you. It’s not big. You don’t even have to get dressed up for it. We want to get to know you better.”
She heard Angel turn and approach them. “Please?” Glancing his way, he looked like a giant dark-eyed puppy and her heart flipped and melted at the same time. She had absolutely no willpower to fight that look.
“Just tell me where we’re going.”
“Back to Angel’s,” Troy said, a lighter version of his charm returning. “My place was an option, but all our gaming junk is at his.”
She chuckled. Games. Then it hit her again. They’re so young!
She was ready to take a step away, just get in her car and go home when Troy’s touch skimmed down her arm. “You can get cleaned up and everything. Honest. Come home with us?”
She swallowed. It was a hell of a risk, she knew that. Flashes of Bryan’s behavior returned to her. Studying them, her vision flicked between them. “What if— Could you do it at my house?” She felt secure at her home. Somehow it felt less stressful, whatever it was they had planned, if they were on her turf.
The two men glanced at each other, then nodded. “Yeah, we can run home and bring what we have over.” Troy’s gaze regarded her closely. “It will make you feel better, won’t it?”
She almost shrugged, then decided there wasn’t a point in it. “Yeah, it will.”
Angel tilted his head, his gaze flowing over her, missing nothing in the sweep. “Who hurt you, Michelle?”
She startled with a near yelp at the question. “Wha— What do you mean?”
Troy slapped him in the stomach. “Ignore him. Go on home. We’ll be there in about forty-five minutes. And thanks for letting us do this.”
Both moved out of her way, though she was too jumpy to really think about anything other than making the key fob work and getting behind the wheel. Troy was a gentleman and made sure she was all buckled in before he shut the door. “See you in a bit.”
Michelle nodded, shaken, but having already given the okay, couldn’t take it back. She pulled away from the lot, following as the two male forms filled the charcoal gray Impala in her mirror until she was too far away.
“Just what have you gotten yourself into, Michelle?”
Without an answer, she simply drove, wanting to ensure she was showered and changed before they were even close to knocking on her door.
* * * *
Angel winced when Troy snapped at him once they were in the car. “Good job, ex-lax. Where did that come from?”
Angel shrugged. “I don’t know. She just went so pale.” He sagged in his seat. “I think she was married, or at least, in a very serious relationship.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Remember JoLee’s ex? How gun shy she was after their split?” Angel couldn’t help but picture the haunted, wary look that had filled Michelle’s beautiful eyes right after they’d explained where they were going. Just like his sister had when she’d escaped her abusive ex-husband.
Troy nodded. “He was a bastard and a half.” The light bulb must have turned on for Troy, because he said, “She’s behaving the same way, isn’t she?”
“A lot, yeah.”
“Fuckers.” He twisted his hands on the wheel as he drove them to the apartments. “But treating her with kid gloves, Angel, man, it’s killing me.”
“I know. Hopefully tonight’s surprise will help.”
“Man I hope so. It’s getting harder not to just say I love her.”
Angel nodded, relieved actually that Troy had admitted it. “Dude, I’ve been in love with her. You think it’s any easier for me?”
Troy snickered. “We’ll get her.”
“Yes, we will.” Silence fell between them.
It only took them a few minutes to bag up all the groceries while Troy went over to Angel’s place to grab the game console, and a couple games, something silly and active, something they knew any age person would and were doing. They loved their war and battle games, but knew that wasn’t Michelle.
It took them less than fifty minutes total before they were knocking on her door.
“Your evening has arrived,” Troy sang when she opened the door for them.
She blinked with wide eyes at the sacks of food. “What are you two doing?”
Angel shut the door with a heel, a duffel with the gaming equipment hung over a shoulder and another bag in his hands. His gaze swept over her face, finding her much more relaxe
d, and maybe even anticipating. The gleam in her eyes made his pulse rush. It had happened. He’d really fallen for her. Digging to find his voice, he answered her. “In a single explanation, courting you.”
Her mouth popped open, then closed repeatedly. “You two are nuts,” she finally managed to gasp.
“Takes one to know one,” Troy teased. “Now then, I’ll get started. Angel, take our lovely friend to the closest TV.”
“TV?” she squeaked.
“Yes. A night of food and fun.”
“You’re kidding?” Michelle seemed half dazed, or completely overwhelmed.
“Not in the least.” Handing off his sack of edibles, Angel motioned for her to continue. “Lead on, milady.”
Angel followed her as she took him into the living room where he’d actually laid her down to sleep that first night out, grateful she was in front of him, praying she didn’t turn around before he had a chance to wipe his face of his thoughts. She was wearing a light pair of shorts, nothing that was supposed to be sexy, but they were, cupping her ass and shaping to her thighs. The T-shirt was pale gray and showed her breasts in wonderful detail. His throat felt dry so he swallowed several times. It helped the dry feeling, but it did nothing for the rock in his jeans.
“Is this what you need?” she asked, pointing to the flat screen.
Angel let out a whistle. “How’d I miss that the other night?”
Michelle giggled. “Tell you a secret?” she whispered.
Angel almost floated, swept up by the sparkle of her eyes. “I’m all yours.”
She blinked, apparently unsure then just as quickly dismissing his remark to continue. “I love baseball.”
“Oh yeah. Who’s your team?”
“Anyone playing against the Yankees,” she joked, grinning madly. Angel laughed out loud, then she said, “I have a few that I follow, but I don’t have a home team. Players get traded so often, teams don’t stay static enough for me to want to follow the franchise for that team. Trades create gaps and the team doesn’t ever feel right or usually play the same for a while.”
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