Chapter Fifteen

Two glasses of champagne and three margaritas later, I found myself dancing the Texas Two-Step with the slightly drunk general who insisted I was family now and ordered me to call him Uncle Saul. I did.

The Texas Two-Step turned into a waltz with a bit of salsa dancing thrown in. I could barely keep up.

Quinn watched in amusement as Uncle Saul and I stomped, shuffled, and twirled around the consoles.

A junior officer hurried up to us. “Sir, General Douglas needs to speak with you.”

“Duty calls. Thanks for the dance.” Uncle Saul kissed my forehead and strode off.

I two-stepped over to Quinn and whispered in his ear, “I want to see your joy arrow.”

“My what?”

I stroked his crotch. “Joy arrow.”

A wicked smile curved Quinn’s mouth. “Anything to please my lady.” He swept me into his arms, and poof! There was a flash of black, and we appeared in a small room with a narrow bed.

An occupied bed. The couple was completely oblivious to us. The male was pounding into the female so hard the bed thumped loudly against the wall.

I giggled insanely. Her cries reminded me of yowling cat.

“Ssssh!” Quinn teleported us again. This time the room resembled a military museum with weapons from across the centuries on the walls. The bed was king-size and covered in a brown camouflage bedspread.

“Whose room is this?”

“Uncle Saul’s.” Quinn’s lips covered mine in a wild, demanding kiss, and my back hit the mattress.

I liked his weight on me. It felt right. Wait a minute! This was the general’s room? Oh, Goddess. I pushed at Quinn’s chest until he raised his head. “What if Uncle Saul shows up? Won’t he be upset we’re borrowing his bed?”

“Nah, he’ll be celebrating the Tai-Kok defeat with his cronies.” Quinn’s mouth closed over mine.

I swirled my tongue over his and said mentally, “I want to cover you with chocolate and lick it off.”

“You’re killin’ me, darlin’.” Quinn nibbled his way down my throat. “You’re wearing way too many clothes.”

“Suit retract.” The bio-suit shrank down to a belt around my waist. “Better?”

Quinn’s gaze fastened on my bare breasts. “You went commando.”

“No clean underwear.” I shuddered as ghostly fingers stroked my nipples into hard points. Mami had said Coletti warriors were experts in psychic sex, and I was eager to experience it all. Zarek would never know if we indulged a bit, would he? If he did, who cared? I tugged at Quinn’s battle suit. “Take it off.”

In his haste to get his boots off, Quinn lost his balance and fell off the bed with a loud thump. “Damn.”

Laughing, I crawled over to the edge of the bed and looked down at him. “How many shots of whiskey did you have?”

“Only twelve.” He sat up and his gaze froze on my crotch. “Spread your legs. I gotta taste your pussy.”

The alcohol had taken care of any inhibitions I had. I sat on the edge of the mattress and displayed my goods. “Do I get to taste your joy arrow?”

“Hell yeah.” Pure carnal want etched into his features, Quinn flicked out his tongue and drew the tip over my clit.

I jerked at the contact, and an aching need blossomed in my belly.

“Like that?”

“Holy Goddess! Yes. A lot!”

“Good.” He pressed his mouth to my folds and licked and sucked.

Flames spread like wildfire throughout my body. “Oh Goddess. That. That feels so good. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t plan to, darlin’.” He nibbled on my nub, creating an exquisite torment that was almost too much to bear.

A moan broke from me, and I grabbed his warrior braids. “I need. I need you inside me. Now!”

“Yes, my lady.”

I jumped about a foot when tentacles tickled my pussy. I looked down. He still had his battle suit on. “What was that?”

“My psychic joy toys.”

The vibrating joy toys pulsated up my channel, electrifying every nerve ending. I squirmed as they slid all the way home and vibrated rapidly. The world exploded around me, and a scream of ecstasy tore from me. I sagged back against the bed, struggling to get my swirling senses under control. Which was hard to do with Quinn lapping at my juices.

“God, you taste good.” Quinn lifted his head from between my legs. “Better than chocolate.”

Tremor after tremor shook me. “I really, really like your joy toys, and you have a very talented tongue.” My toes curled as he sucked my nub between his teeth.

Quinn’s head snapped up. “Shit!”

I bolted upright. “What’s wrong? Is it Zarek?”

“Worse. Uncle Saul is here.” He yanked me off the bed.

I landed on top of Quinn, and he tried to stuff me under the bed. I smacked him. “I don’t fit. Just teleport us out of here.”

“No time.”

Maybe Quinn was drunker than I thought. “What do you mean no time? Teleporting takes like thirty seconds.”

“Shhhh! They’re coming this way.”

“They?”

The door slammed into the wall. Uncle Saul and a woman stumbled into the room, tearing at each other’s clothing. I blinked in disbelief. “Isn’t that General Douglas?”

“It is. My uncle is a randy old goat.”

Uncle Saul was practically eating her, and the way General Douglas was moaning, I was sure there was some joy toy action going on.

General Douglas’s bra fell off, and her generous breasts swung free. Uncle Saul’s mouth latched on to her left breast as he guided her toward the bed.

My eyes bugged when Uncle Saul shoved his hand up her skirt. Ugh. I did not need to see this. “We should leave. Now.”

“Yeah, before it gets awkward.”

“It passed awkward two minutes ago.”

With a goofy grin, Quinn wrapped his arms around me. There was a flash of blackness, and we were in a supply room.

“Why do I have a feeling you’ve done this before?”

Quinn shrugged. “Practice makes perfect.”

“Not big on romance, are you?”

“I brought you chocolate,” Quinn protested.

“You did, but a little wooing would be nice.”

“Wooing commencing.” Quinn was suddenly kissing me like a starving man. All rational thought fled as dozens of phantom hands caressed every inch of my body, sending quivers of heat streaking through me.

Papa’s urgent mental voice broke into my sensual haze. “Do you know where your mother is?”

“She’s at the party.” I smothered a groan as Quinn feasted on my right breast.

“She’s not there and neither is Clio,” Papa bellowed.

I yanked Quinn’s head up. “My mother and Clio are missing.”

“You sure? This is a big place.”

Papa demanded, “Who are you talking to?”

“Quinn.”

“I don’t see you.”

Quinn’s hot tongue circled my ear.

“I’m using the facilities,” I squeaked.

His tone one of outrage, Papa asked, “Why is that Coletti in the restroom with you? Do I need to remind you you’re not twenty-one yet?”

“No, Papa.”

“Come to me now. We need to find your mother before she does something foolish,” Papa ordered.

“We’ll be right there.” I pushed Quinn back. “Duty calls.”

Quinn’s shoulders sagged. “Now?”

He looked so disappointed I couldn’t help smiling. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

“With chocolate and my tongue.”

“Deal.”

I tapped my belt. “Deploy without helmet.” My biosuit covered me.

“How much trouble can your mother get into on a secure military base?”

“You would be surprised.”