Irresistible Passions (8 page)

She whimpered her answer, her whole body shaking as she ground down on him. Her head lolled back, her lips parted as she sought her pleasure.

“Fuck,” Angel choked. “Oh, baby.”

“Ride that clit, baby.” Troy raised his hips a fraction, tilting until he felt the damp rub of her slit hitting him just right. “I want to feel you cream all over me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? You want to come all over my cock, soak me.”

He gasped, tightening as her body twitched.
Don’t lose it!
He clenched down hard, fighting the screaming need to blow. Wanting her to explode for him, he cocked his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, swirling over the extended tip, biting it gently until she howled.

Troy grunted as her frame shuddered, shakes rolling down her body as she creamed his groin and briefs. Steamy liquid slipped over his thighs, and Troy shuddered at the feeling. Her face was flushed with her exertions, her lips swollen. God, she was beautiful. She leaned to rest on his shoulder, her arms around his waist with his hands on her hips.

“Fuck,” Angel managed a few minutes later. “That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.”

Panting, he brought her down with him, lying on his chest. He pressed little kisses to her damp skin. Michelle was barely moving. “That was incredible.”

“Never…done…that,” she managed.

“Orgasm? Or make yourself come by pleasuring yourself?” Troy threaded through the loose ends of her hair, letting it spread out around her.

“Myself…like that…on… Oh, God.” Another shudder struck and she moaned.

Aftershocks.
He felt every single one. “Do you need to rest?” Troy asked. Angel hadn’t moved, though he’d stopped stroking his own meat at least.

“Minute,” she said, the panted flow of her breath rushing in warm bursts by his ear.

He looped his arm over her shoulder. “Anything, sweetheart.” He buried his nose in her neck and knew he was in love. Angel was too. Now if they could just convince Michelle to give them a chance.

Rolling, he let her find herself on her back between him and Angel. “Don’t move.”

“Can’t,” she muttered, waving a hand. “Noodle.”

Both men grinned. “And we’re not even done yet,” Angel promised. Lazily, he swept his fingers between her tempting mounds, running in circles to caress and learn. “Love your breasts.”

Troy saw her smile in the darkness.

Standing, he stripped his wet briefs, then moving between her legs, he eased hers off her hips and down her legs. He couldn’t wait to taste her on his tongue, but he was about to snap. He couldn’t take any more without finally having her.

He handed a pillow to Angel who eased it under her body and shoulders. “Come here, baby,” he purred. She tipped in his direction and Troy saw her lick her lips. “Taste me like I tasted you.”

With a condom in hand, Troy stopped to watch her take Angel’s length. They groaned at the same time, Troy and Angel, or all three, it didn’t matter, but the sound of pleasure being given and received was music. Her lithe body was open for the taking, and Angel was slowly fucking her mouth. Troy ripped open the condom and slid it over his erection.

“I’ll go slow, baby.” She grunted in answer, putting her attention into the cock in her mouth.

“Beautiful, Michelle. Your mouth was made for sucking.” Angel petted her shoulder, encouraging her. She twisted enough to be able to wrap a hand around his length, riding him with a tight palm, sucking on the head with deep, suctioned pops at the same time.

Stabilizing his frame on the edge of the bed with a knee, he propped one of her legs against his chest and eased himself forward. Troy’s world narrowed to the heat of her sheath taking him. Sweat beaded on his shoulders as he filled her. “Tight,” he growled. Then he couldn’t speak at all when she clamped down on him with her muscles.

She hooked her free leg behind his ass and Troy took that as a green light. Gripping her hips tightly, he stroked in and out, finding his rhythm, watching her suck hard on Angel. He’d fisted a hand into her hair, guiding her to take as much as she wanted, as much as she could, of his length.

Her hot pussy seeped juice for him. Troy withdrew and slammed into her. She cried out, grinding into him for more. Troy clutched her close, pounding her sweet cunt. His balls tightened as he slapped into her ass, her pelvis lifting to grind into his with each thrust. Whimpers and grunts echoed him as she gobbled on Angel’s shaft.

“Gonna come,” he warned them, his jaw tight when the pull of the vortex hit him.

Angel’s groan was loud and deep. “My balls. Touch them.” He shouted when she fulfilled his request. “Shit!”

Troy closed his eyes and surged into her bucking body, loving every minute of it. The heady pull of her muscles sucking at him, the sound of her mouth on Angel, the heat of her body between them. The rush of his seed filled his veins, thickening his cock until he thought he’d burst with the exquisite, sweet agony.

He bowed forward, a hoarse shout escaping as he erupted. Her body undulated, taking all he had to offer, his cock driving deep, needing to be as deep as he could inside his woman. A moment later, Angel’s grunted release echoed his, a feminine hand on his hip, holding him tightly as he climaxed for her.

Troy shivered, watching her take all of Angel’s load. She wasn’t shy, she wanted it, pulling and sucking at him until Angel tenderly pulled from her mouth to collapse to his calves. He followed her when she relaxed to her back to give her a kiss. “Perfect.”

Easing out of her, Troy let her legs find the bed. Reluctantly, he stepped away, pinching the end of the condom while groping for the bathroom. He found it a moment later, disposed of the condom and dampened a washrag. After wiping himself, he rinsed it and went back to the bed. He grinned. She hadn’t moved.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he purred. She shuddered when he tenderly wiped her clean. “Was I too rough?”

“No,” she croaked. “Long time.”

He nodded. He’d thought as much.

Getting rid of the cloth, he tugged her up and rolled her under blankets, Angel on her other side. She squirreled her way to the top of the bed, then with a sigh, she laid down with an arm at her side, and the other over her head.

She was breathing deeper before he’d even managed to close his eyes. Angel nuzzled into her, and he did the same. Troy kissed her cheek then laid still.

* * * *

Michelle curled into the heat in front of her, embracing the body in her sleep. The sensation of another body folding along her back brought her out of her sleep with a jerk. She blinked. Where was her light? Darkness weighed down her chest as though an elephant stood on her.
Why is it dark!
Fear shot through her, then she realized she wasn’t alone.
Who is in my bed!

She screamed, the sharp burst cut short when she leaped over a body, diving for the bathroom to turn on the light. Her lungs burned as she tried to stem the terror clawing through her. She never forgot to turn on a light to sleep with! In an instant, the light in the bathroom illuminated everything immediately.

“Michelle?”

She whipped to stare wildly at the two men in the bed. Two faces she knew and trusted.
Troy. Angel.
Shocks crashed into her. She shivered and collapsed to the floor, sliding down the wall. Tears formed and slipped over her lashes, delayed shakes of her fear chilling her solid. Flashes of the attack shattered her peace until she was trembling, rocking on the floor. She sobbed, each tremor making her sound like a vehicle sputtering.

“Michelle?”

They shoved their way out of bed, kneeling in front of her in a flash.

“What happened baby?”

She buried her face in her hands, unable to look at them. She didn’t even know how to begin to explain her fear.

“Holy fuck!”

Michelle pivoted away from Angel, hunching, making herself smaller. She knew without a doubt what he’d seen. Why she hadn’t wanted the light on last night.

“No, don’t. God baby. Who did this to you?”

She choked on a sob.

Troy gathered her in his arms. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe. Shh.” He cradled her tight into his chest and rocked her.

One of them handed her a cloth, or a towel, she didn’t know and couldn’t care less. She covered her face in it. “I’m so-sorry. I sleep with a light on. I got scared because it was dark.”

Tender hands smoothed her hair. “It’s okay, baby.” Then both of them wrapped themselves around her, holding her, protecting her between them. “You’re safe,” Troy murmured. “It’s just us and you.”

Hot tears fell from a chilled soul until she could get them to slow, then stop, her breathing staggered and pinched.

They petted and stroked her, soothing her with soft words and light touches.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, her voice thick and watery. She shivered within their strong arms.

“Don’t, Michelle.” Troy stood, lifting her with him, practically in his arms. Settling her on the bed, he wiped her face dry. Angel walked out of the bathroom with her robe. Between them they wrapped her up, covering her. Shaken, she could barely move. A numbness was beginning to set in. Lifting her one more time, Troy put her at the top of the bed, then with nothing else at their disposal, they covered themselves with pillows, sitting with her.

Angel threaded his fingers through hers, and Troy did the same. She waited for the questions, for the demands, for the disgust, but they did none of that. They simply sat and comforted her.

They were leaving it up to her to tell them as much or as little as she wanted. She swallowed around the new lump in her throat. Fresh tears, but for a completely different reason. She loved them. These two video game junkies. Two hard working, entrepreneurial men. Two men who were insane to want her. Somehow, she’d fallen for them.
God! I’m eight years older than them!
Do you hear yourself?
Two
men?
Her head was a discordant symphony of warnings, and reasons. But the one underlying truth was she honestly had grown to love them.

Because of that truth, she knew what she had to do. To do this right, there couldn’t be lies between them, or secrets. Silence permeated the air, the nighttime coolness salving her fears into a manageable lump to lock away one more time.

Drawing a deep breath, she ripped herself open and told them everything.

Chapter Seven

“Until eleven months ago, I was married. Had been married for almost four years. We met and had a beautiful relationship.”

She sniffled, debating what or how much when Troy told her, “It’s okay, sweetheart. We want to know. Whatever you want to tell us.”

She nodded. “What I didn’t know was he was manic bi-polar. Until he snapped, no one knew. He tried to kill me the one time he snapped.”

They sat in silence, though she felt the tension radiating off them as they heard her story. The soothing stroke of fingers on her where they held her never stopped.

“I’d come home from work that day and began to make dinner. I didn’t know anything about it then, about what triggered his anger, or his attack. I still don’t. It didn’t matter in the end.” Feeling numb inside, she reiterated the events of that day the same way she’d had to on the witness stand. Unemotionally. Succinctly. There was nothing left of then to hurt her, except for her own fears. “I’d stepped out of the kitchen to go through the mail he’d brought in. Bryan had gone into the kitchen but I thought it was to get a drink, or nibble at dinner. He loved doing that.” She did have a few fond memories at least.