Graduation and Gifts (Untouchable Book 8) by Heather Long (ebook reader play store .txt) 📗

I made a big show of thinking about it. “No, I don’t think so…pretty sure I’d remember that.”

With gentle hands, he traced up my arms to my neck, then into my scalp. At the first stroke of his fingertips to my abused scalp, I wanted to melt. I did groan.

“You’re amazing, Frankie Curtis. The best bestie a guy could have and the best girlfriend to boot.” He brushed a kiss to my lips. “Today was awesome because we were all together.”

I opened my eyes and smiled up at him. “I couldn’t have said it better myself.”

When he increased the pressure of his scalp massage, I really did moan, and he let out a soft chuckle. “Could I convince you to make really profound moaning noises while they’re stuck out there?”

“Like they haven’t heard us having sex before?” I pinched him gently.

“True, that’s a great idea. Let’s do that.” Then he flipped me onto the bed, and I landed with a bounce and burst out laughing. Instead of following me down, he caught one of my feet and began to massage it.

Holy crap.

I groaned, loud and long.

“That’s my beautiful girl,” Coop said with a wicked grin. “Let them hear how good this feels.” Fuck, when he hit that spot in my arch, I didn’t even have to pretend. My moan came out more a little shriek because it hurt so good. The sound of thuds from the other room just barely registered as Coop worked my foot flat and then curved again.

He gave the best foot massages. “Just keep doing that,” I said with a sigh. “More.”

“Fuck me,” Jake said from the doorway with a laugh. “I was all set to player three your ass, and you’re massaging her fucking foot.”

I slit my eyes open and lifted my other foot. “I have two, feel free to join the game, player three, you might even earn enough XP to escalate to the next level.”

“I’m in.”

“Hey,” Archie protested as Jake joined us on the bed, but the moment he took possession of my other foot, I stopped paying attention. This was amazing. “I thought you wanted pizza.”

“I can want more than one thing,” I murmured. “I’m complicated like that.”

He chuckled. “Fair enough. Bring this party out to the living room. We can all take turns making her purr.”

Oh, that sounded amazing.

“And it’s not even my birthday…”

The swat Jake delivered to my ass made me laugh, but so did the fact that he let me climb on his back and he piggybacked me out to the living room. True to his word, Coop brought out the brush and ran it through my hair. The guys took turns giving me foot rubs in between games, and I got pizza.

“We’re done,” I murmured a little later while we debated a movie. Currently I was curled up in Ian’s lap and had zero intention of going anywhere. I was a boneless wonder, and he was warm and cuddly.

“Yep,” Ian answered. “But only with high school, we leveled up. Achievement unlocked.”

I let out a contented sigh. The guys were still arguing about a movie. They were going to put in the action film.

It was always action.

Honestly, I had no idea which one they ended up choosing. I was asleep before the opening logo played.

Subject: CONGRATS!! Freedom!

Seriously, that’s sooo cool! Thanks for the pictures. Don’t get weirded out, but I like how normal all that seems. We’ve been homeschooling or doing online school on the road for so long, I’m probably going to bomb the minute I walk into Blue Ivy, but you know what? IDGAF. Taking time off is about letting us work on us.

Also, girl. The daddy drama. We need like a weekend, some alcohol, and maybe some weed. It might take all of that for me to confess all of mine, but I’m glad yours seems to be cool.

So what are your summer plans? Have you and Ian worked on your new sound yet? I want to hear a remix where you get his voice some more airtime. If he gives you any trouble, remind him you hold the key to the va-jay-jay. If he wants penis tunnel time, he’s going to have to cooperate. Besides, no lie—his voice is panty melting hot.

And on that note, hit me up with new lyric sheets. We have three more weeks on this freaking tour, and then I swear I’m going to sleep for a month. Send me music.

KC

Chapter Seven

Learning the Ropes

Ian

We’d taken the bike tonight. If there were a chance Frankie would need aftercare before we left, I’d have suggested her car. However, our class this evening was for me to learn and her to observe. The feel of her arms wrapped around my waist and breasts pushing against my back were both sensations I never wanted to end. Since we had time, I took us for a ride around the lake. The days were getting sultrier, but a flash storm earlier had cooled the humidity and left it gorgeous.

We hadn’t discussed our next steps, but Memorial Day weekend was coming and Archie wanted to spring the surprise then. I was good with that. It gave us time to get a couple of classes in with Lyssa and Richard. Yeah, I couldn’t call him Master anything unless we were in a scene, and here was hoping they didn’t require that tonight.

Frankie calling me Sir Ian was heady as fuck, but I didn’t need it or want it from anyone else, no matter how much I teased Coop.

Longer days meant the sun was still out when we pulled into the industrial park where the club was located. Frankie’s eyes were bright as she danced off the back of the bike and pulled the helmet free. “I could ride for hours,” she admitted, and I grinned.

“Maybe we’ll do that. Take a drive over to Louisiana and find the Blue Dog Café for gumbo or something.”

Laughter bubbled out of her.