Page 21 of Ignite: Tony's Story
He takes a deep breath and grins. “All in, Mara.”
And then he swoops down, taking my mouth in a kiss that might have meant to be quick and sweet, but quickly turns passionate. My mouth opens to him, deepening the kiss, his tongue perfectly caressing against mine.
I can feel Quinn watching us, and I know we need to eat and get to work, but right now, all I want is to know that we’re all in this. Never breaking Tony’s kiss, I reach out my hand to Quinn, pulling him close. He kisses my neck gently, and then I feel his tongue run along the seam where our mouths are connected, joining the kiss.
By the time we make it to dinner, the best veggie burger I’ve ever eaten is cold.
There is only one thing that could distract me from stripping off my clothes and advocating for a Mara sandwich.
And that’s revenge.
***
I roll over, trying to escape the warm beams of sun that are shining through my window. I’m too hot, but there aren’t any blankets to kick off. My skin is sticky with sweat and I’m uncomfortable. Keeping my eyes firmly closed, hoping sleep will find me again once I can cool off, I shuck my t-shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor next to my bed.
Pushing my pillow, trying to find a cool side, multiple things occur to me at once. First, this is not my bed. Second, I’m not alone. I’m wedged between two large bodies. Third, I’m not wearing pants and I just threw my t-shirt. At Tony.
As my brain recovers from my sleepy haze, I remember we worked so late into the early morning hours that I was too exhausted to drive home. Tony recommended we all stay here, and we all passed out.
I’m afraid to open my eyes, but when I crack them open, I’m relieved to see that I am at least wearing all of my underwear. And,bonus, I’m wearing a cute set of matching lacy boyshorts and a bralette.
Cracking my eyes open further and angling my head up to look on either side of me, I notice two sets of eyes staring.
“Oh, you’re awake,” I say awkwardly. Why are they looking at me like that? Was I talking in my sleep? Did I snore? Oh god, did I fart? “Um… good morning?”
“Good morning to you, Mouse. Sleep well?”
“I was sleeping well, yes. Except I seem to have forgotten that I fell asleep between two radiators, and woke up a little… disoriented.”
Tony holds my t-shirt hooked on his finger. “So you didn’t mean to take off your shirt and fling it at me?”
“I was hot…”
Feeling a little overwhelmed by laying between these two large men, and the way they look down on me like I’m some kind of meal, I decide to sit up but get hastily blocked.
Quinn’s arm hooks me and pulls me against his chest, settling me between his legs. With my back flush against his chest, my ass pushes up against a very noticeable appendage.
Well, good morning, Quinn.
“Stay,” he says, his voice breathy in my ear. I shudder against him before raising my eyes to look at Tony. His gaze trails over my body, catching on the way Quinn caresses his fingertips across my stomach.
Tony’s gaze snaps up, focusing on Quinn. I can’t tell what they are silently communicating, but the expression that passes over Tony’s face makes me clench. Which unfortunately reminds me that I need to use the bathroom.
“I need to get up for just a minute,” I tell no one in particular, trying to move. Quinn doesn’t let go.
“Quinn,” I giggle. “Seriously, I need to pee.”
Ignoring me, Quinn talks to Tony over my head. “You know, I read that a full bladder can increase the intensity of an orgasm.”
“Is that so?” Tony says, a smirk crossing his face as he runs a hand over the curve of my hip. “We should test that theory.”
A whimper escapes me. I am equally excited and unsure about this little experiment.What if I pee on someone?
Tony crawls to where we are, laying on his stomach between my knees, propped up on his elbows.
“Time for the talk,” Quinn says, his voice low and husky.
“What talk?” I ask, my voice coming out high and cracked, betraying my arousal.
