Taken By The Hero (Hero Romance 2) by Kalena Lyons

dusk, singing down Main Street at the top of their lungs like a couple of teenage girls who had just ransacked their father’s liquor cabinet. They stopped inside a boutique, where Micheline had decided—on a whim—to purchase lingerie for Laura as a welcoming gift. Not only had she managed to get Laura’s measurements correct without asking, but also she had picked out Laura’s favorite color —light lavender—solely on a personal whim. She paid for her purchases with such gusto, that the elderly matron behind the counter was worried for her mental sanity.
    As for Laura, she couldn’t stop looking and wondering about Micheline. This woman—a heroin addict and escort at 17, a long-term confidante of her new beau, a beauty the likes of which she had never seen before—was like no one she had ever met. She was alluring, free-spirited, profound, brave, intelligent, assured and undeniably, unequivocally, irrepressibly sexy.
    Laura was hardly a prude. But if there’s one thing she knew she was not, it was bisexual. She had engaged in a threesome with another girl a few times when she was in college, solely to appease her boyfriend; but the experience had left her cold and frankly, numb. Yet watching Micheline, her petite frame gesticulating wildly in the drunken air, her thick head of hair waving about her doll-like face, her sultry laugh wheezing through the main street of this sleepy little burg, made her feel alive in a way she had never experienced before. As they passed a desolate alley, lit only by a flickering streetlight, she pulled her hand forcefully; so forcefully, Micheline almost stumbled.
    “Laura, do watch yourself, yes?”
    But Laura seized her and pushed her against a wall, holding the back of her head with her hands and kissed her with such a fury it almost took both their breaths away. To her delight, Micheline didn’t struggle. She wrapped a leg around Laura’s, reaching into her purse with the pretext of dropping it next to her. Their tongues rolled over one another, Laura savoring Micheline’s breath as she reached to grope the inside of her baggy sweater. She was surprised that Micheline had such a voluptuous figure, and she felt her large breasts alive and warm in her hands. Micheline grabbed hold of Laura, and squeezed her tightly against her, reaching under her dress to draw out the wetness that was beginning to collect between her legs. Their kisses were drunken and driven by a savage desperation. They would have eaten each other alive if they could have.
    Micheline slid one hand between Laura’s legs, and used the other to toy with the crack of her ass through her dress. She swung Laura around and leaned her against the wall, her fingers slipping inside her and strumming rapidly, expertly, the now cool night air whipping between them, threatening them, and letting them know that the threat of being caught in this uncompromising position could come at any second. Micheline’s fingers drummed ever more quickly now, and Laura felt the wetness dripping from her legs, coating her as the wind whipped around them. Micheline dropped to her knees, forcing Laura against the wall as she coaxed the shuddering of an orgasm out of her with deft fingers and an even defter tongue. Laura’s chest heaved and spasmed in the dim haze of the alley lamp.
    Her skin felt electric in the night air as Micheline looked up at her satisfactorily, giving one final warm kiss on her mouth as Laura struggled to regain her balance.
    “Oh god,” Laura uttered lowly between gasps. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I… I just—”
    Micheline placed a single finger to her lips. “Not another word, yes? There is nothing to be ashamed of. But, we should think of heading back, yes? What time is it?”
    Laura checked her watch. “Shit! It’s 9 o’clock. We were supposed to be at Jack’s almost three hours ago!”
    “Relax. Let me text Jack. I’ll tell him we got held up. We’ll get a cab back, yes?