Jaymie Holland by Tattoos, Leather: BRANDED Page A

beautiful young lady?” Tony’s expression was that of a man who was completely taken by a woman.
    Drew held out her hand. “I’m Drew Holloway.”
    “Such beauty that it takes my breath away, Signorina Holloway.” The man took her hand and kissed the back of it, his lips warm and not unpleasant. He straightened, still holding her hand. “I am Tony Meloni, but please call me Tony. I own this fine establishment.”
    “As long as you promise to call me Drew.” She smiled, instantly charmed by the man who seemed genuinely pleased to meet her and to see Dane and Colton.
    Tony released her hand and gave a smile and a little bow. “Of course, Signorina Drew.”
    He escorted them to a table in one corner that felt cozy and private. Dane held her chair and scooted it in after she sat. Both men took their own chairs after she was seated, one on each side of her. Tony handed them menus before pouring each of them a glass of table wine.
    “I will return in one moment,” he said as he swept away the extra place setting. He called out to someone in the kitchen and Drew heard an answering voice but couldn’t make out what was said.
    The men pressed their knees against hers, Dane on her right and Colton on her left. She felt boxed in, but in a hot, exciting way that sent heat through every extremity.
    A busboy stopped by their table and set a glass of water in front of each of them before leaving.
    Colton grasped her thigh below the hem of her dress and she swallowed. “The mozzarella e pomodoro is excellent to start out with, as is the bruschetta.”
    Dane moved his hand to her other leg and she felt an ache between her thighs, her nipples tightening into hard nubs.
    She had a hard time speaking with the men touching her on either side. “Any appetizer is fine with me.”
    Colton eased his hand beneath her dress to her upper thigh. She rested her palms on each of their hands, to try to still them and keep them from climbing up her legs.
    It did no good. Colton gave her a sensual smile. “We’ll get both appetizers.”
    The waiter arrived and introduced himself as Marco. Drew was keenly aware of the men inching their hands higher on her thighs as the waiter took their appetizer order. She tried to stop their hands with her own, but they wouldn’t halt their slow progress toward her center.
    By the time Marco left, Colton’s and Dane’s hands were resting at either side of her panty leg openings.
    She looked at her menu, trying to concentrate but having a hell of a time doing so. “What do you suggest?”
    “Everything is great here, but I highly recommend any of their homemade pastas.” Dane set his menu to the side. “My favorites are the manicotti and the tortellini.”
    “I’ve always been partial to the homemade cannelloni.” Colton traced one finger along the center of her now damp panties.
    “Choices, choices.” She fought to keep her voice from trembling as each man pulled her thighs wider before sliding their palms to where her soft inner thighs met the lips covering her folds. She was grateful for the long tablecloths. She lowered her voice and tried to halt the progress of their hands. “Stop.”
    She looked from one of them to the other and they both gave her unrepentant grins. That was when she knew she was in big trouble.
    They trailed their fingers up and down the silky center of her panties as they waited for the appetizer, and the men talked as if they were simply having a conversation and not driving her crazy with their hands.
    While they touched her, they asked her questions about growing up in the Midwest and how she liked New York City in comparison. She didn’t find it easy to talk while they touched her so intimately, but somehow she managed to tell them more about herself.
    No, she didn’t have any siblings. She did have her mom and dad, who still lived in Kansas, and she visited them when she could. She didn’t mention that she hadn’t had enough money to fly out to see them for a