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?
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
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?
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
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