Page 72 of Crossing Quinn

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!”

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