Irresistible Passions (4 page)

Michelle yawned and stretched. It was dim as she blinked, focusing. She tensed when she realized she wasn’t where she thought she would be. Where was the light? Why hadn’t she left a light on? She rubbed her eyes. Sitting up, the blanket fell to her waist. She was in her living room? She’d fallen asleep on her couch? She shivered, staring into the darkness, reminding herself that she was at her home, that she was safe. It was after midnight according the numbers on her electronics equipment. She wiggled her toes, surprised to see her sandals paired together at the end of the couch. She didn’t remember doing that.

Then she
did
remember. As in the whole night. She flattened her face into her palms.
How embarrassing! I fell asleep on them!

Swinging her feet off the couch, she stood. She didn’t feel sick or weak, and no throbbing headache. That was a good plus. A very nice one considering how well that one damn drink had put her on her ass. She folded the blanket to return it to its place then meandered to the kitchen for a glass of water before bed. She’d brush her teeth and go right to bed.

Michelle was almost to the cabinet when she saw the note.

I meant it. I don’t care the time. Please call. Your friends, T/A

Then two numbers were scribbled. Filling a glass she wondered if she should call them. It was after midnight. Feeling a bit dry, she sucked one down and filled a second. She vaguely remembered Angel telling her he didn’t care the time and he’d put it again on the note.

“Okay, just remember, you asked for this.”

She picked up the phone and dialed the first number on the paper.

“Hello?” The voice didn’t sound at all like she’d awakened him.

“Angel?”

“Angel’s house, Troy at your service.”

She laughed at his gallant, proper inflection. “Please tell me you two have not been waiting up for this phone call.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you that.”

She groaned. “Troy.” She pressed her forehead into her curled palm.

“Hold on.”

She heard a brief crackle over the phone, then, “Hey there. How’re you feeling?”

“Good enough to go right back to bed,” she joked. “Thank you again, both of you, for treating me to dinner, and…” She knew she was blushing. “And for tonight.”

“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 asleep. 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?