Ignite (The Disciples 4)

I walk into my bedroom and glance at her. Her blond hair spills over the side of the bed as she sleeps.

“Axel? You still there?”

“No. But I do want one of our best guys to tail her. Whenever she’s not with me, he’s with her.”

“I told you she’s in the clear.” He sighs.

“And I said I want someone watching her.”

“You know we’re stretched thin with all the extra security at the grow houses.”

“Get it done. Hire the best. Let me know who it’s gonna be.” I take one last inhale.

“I’ll get on it. You’re making me nervous with all this shit going on.”

“No surprises.” I hang up.

The air conditioner clicks on and it’s not yet 8:00 a.m. But it’s been a pretty mild summer so far, and we’re due for some heat.

She rolls over, kicking the covers off one side of her. The bedroom smells like us and sex. I put out my cigarette and climb over her, tossing the rest of the sheet aside.

“Axel.” She groans as I open her legs. Her pussy is pink and swollen from our harsh fucking last night. I open her folds and she moans as I lick her from the top of her clit all the way to her tiny rosette hole.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

Gasping, she tightens her legs and I grin.

“Oh God.” She throws a hand over her eyes as I lower my head, my tongue swirling around her plump nub.

“Axel,” she moans.

“Yeah, baby?”

She moans my name again, this time at a higher pitch. Reaching down, she laces her fingers through my hair, her hips moving to the rhythm of my tongue.

“Shh, I haven’t had my breakfast yet,” I mumble as I suck then roughly jerk her pussy deep into my mouth and eat her until she screams.ANTOINETTEAs I stare at myself in the mirror, I admire the cute white sundress I’m wearing for the party. Technically, it was Bella’s, but in my frantic packing, I ended up with it. Guess it’s mine now.

My lips seem permanently plump thanks to Axel sucking on them so often. Leaning forward, I outline my eyes with some dark bronze purple, which makes their blue-violet color pop, and add a final layer of mascara. There’s pounding at the door along with Cindy’s loud mouth.

“Antoinette. Get your skinny ass out here. I’m here for you,” she yells again, and I can’t help but smile. She’s a good one even if she hates Axel and Ryder… well, all the Disciples.

I slather on some shimmery pink gloss that stings my lips—that’s how sore they are—and turn off the light as I open the door.

“Thank God. You need to help me get some water in her. She’s already threatened to spit in Ryder’s face if he comes near her.”

Charlie sashays in. “Also, Eve is getting ready to show up with Dolly and she wants you up front and center.”

“Oh, wow. What’s happened?”

“Rip talked her into doing shots of tequila with orange juice chasers.”

I grab her a bottle of water. She opens it and makes Cindy take it, then swings her hair over her shoulder as she smiles at me, her eyes widening.

“Antoinette.” She puts a hand to her chest. “You look so beautiful, doesn’t she, Cindy?” Cindy stares at me. She’s wearing only a black skimpy string bikini.

“Bathroom, I need it, now.” She pushes past me and the loudest, most horrendous heaving and gagging fill the room.

“It’s ten a.m.” I look at Charlie who doesn’t seemed fazed.

“I know. I need Doug to get his ass over here now. He’s saying he has to wait for Robert, but this is going to be a disaster. I can already feel it.”

Her fingers are like a concert pianist’s as she texts. “And I have to make sure Dewey is okay with Zack.” Looking up at me, she points at the bathroom. “When she’s done, give her some water, then come downstairs.” She stops at the door. “And don’t worry. Because you look worried. It’ll be fantastic.”

She takes a deep breath and leaves.

“Wait.” I run to the door. “Am I supposed to be in a bikini?”

She’s wearing one. A cute red bikini with some skimpy white shorts that show her long, thin legs. Charlie and I kind of have the same shape, only my boobs are even smaller and I’m probably ten pounds lighter.

“Well, it’s a pool party. You swim, right?” She stops at the top of the stairs and I admire her strappy wedge sandals.

“Yes, of course. Why does everyone keep asking me that?”

“Long story.” She waves her hands. “Eve can’t or couldn’t… never mind.”

She sighs. “Look, I had David text Axel last night asking if you needed a bikini. He said no.” She rolls her eyes.

“He didn’t mention anything about a bikini when he left.” And my cheeks get hot as I remember what we did earlier. He didn’t say much of anything other than giving me multiple orgasms and jerking himself off on my breasts.