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

Ian snorted, but there was no mistaking the flicker of pride on his face or the pleased little smile. And really, was I going to complain? No.

“I don’t know,” I mused as Jake pulled out of the parking lot.

“You don’t know what, babe?” Archie asked.

“I don’t know if I’m stuck with you. Rachel told me if I ever went vag, I’d never go back, and the four of you seem completely taken with mine.”

The silence in the car had me wiggling my fingers free of Archie’s long enough to lick the tip and then mark a sizzling point in the air.

“That’s just mean, Angel,” Ian said over his shoulder. “I approve. They can use the notes.”

Laughter exploded around me, and then they were talking over each other. It was pointless to remind them how safe they were. I really did prefer dick, but the compelling arguments they offered were worth listening to, right?

After breakfast, the guys took me shopping. More my speed than Archie’s, but he didn’t complain. They wanted me to look at bathing suits. Though I had a perfectly good one, I accepted the challenge and threw one back of my own.

I let them pick out my suits. The gleam in Archie’s eyes was worth the ridiculousness as Coop and Jake stared at me like I’d sprouted a second head. Only Ian had hidden a smile as he watched the three of them wander off into the swimsuit area, and I tilted my head. “Not going hunting for one too?”

“Nope,” he told me. “I love you in everything. What do you want to do?”

“That was really smooth,” I admired as he took my hand. “And I don’t know. Clothes shopping has never been my favorite, but I suppose we could look for something to wear for the audition photos.” That was something else Kaitlin had recommended. Sound wasn’t the only thing that sold. We had to have a look or a feel for our music.

I wasn’t sure about that part, but she’d been in the business a long time and if she was willing to give us advice, the least we could do was listen.

A whistle stopped us as we wandered toward the dresses. Not that I was going to try on dresses. Nope.

Dresses made me think of changing rooms.

And changing room sex.

And… Yeah, let’s not with all four of them here.

They were being weirdly competitive today.

Pausing, we both found Jake staring at us with a pair of bikinis in hand.

“Dude,” Ian said almost drily. “You’d never let her wear those.”

“I’d let her wear them,” Jake argued. “Then I’d peel them right back off. Win-win.” He held up the first string bikini then the other, and I rolled my eyes.

“You know I could help if I knew where we were going.”

“Nice try,” Archie murmured as he strolled out with three suits dangling from his fingers and a hint of a wicked smile on his lips. “Come try these on for me.”

Oh, and there went that pair of panties. Dammit.

“Hang on.” Coop slid out, and he had a pair of suits too. A one piece and a sorta one piece. I glanced at all their suits and sighed.

“All right.” I gave Ian’s hand a squeeze and then collected the various suits. “But there will be no cameras. No pictures. No following me in to help me out…” I paused at the open door to the changing room and stopped Archie with a hand on his chest.

His delightful grin melted into a pout. “But we know how helpful I am.”

“We do,” I promised him and rose up on my tiptoes to kiss him lightly. “And I won’t ever forget it. But right now, I’ll try on the suits and…” I raised a finger before they could toss out terms. “I’ll show you the ones I like.”

“Fine,” Archie conceded.

“Yep,” Jake said with a nod, but Coop eyed the suits in my hand and then me.

“I want to see you in mine, please.”

I considered it. “Okay.” I winked and closed the door.

“Hey,” the others protested, and Ian’s laughter made me grin even wider. They really were all in a mood and it was glorious, if a bit nuts.

To be fair, they made some good choices. Even if I wasn’t sure I could pull off Jake’s deep purple string bikini, I kind of liked the way it fit me. It wasn’t super revealing, though I’d want to knot some of those strings, no way there wouldn’t be tugging.

Fuck, they’d have it off in one small version of tug of war.

I snapped a picture of it with my phone. The second string bikini had to be a joke. “Jake, I really love this blue one.”

His absolute snort made me grin. Seriously, there were three itty bitty triangles and nothing to cover my ass.

Yeah. Nope.

The red bikini from Archie caught my eye. It was different from the ones that had been at his place. These also had no strings.

The bottoms formed a vee with three lines on each hip connecting front to back, and the top was a strapless molded bit. I appreciated the vote of confidence but there was no way I could dive or play without a nip slip.

I was almost sorry to just snap a picture and go.

The black suit that I’d thought was a bikini turned out to be more tankini, and it was freaking adorable. It also wasn’t just black, it had glittery kind of paw prints amongst what looked like leaves. It was tropical but feline, and I adored it. It was also securely meshed against my body and left me plenty of skin on display without fear of it vanishing at one tug.

Yep, picture.

Okay, that left Coop’s. The standard razorback suit was the most familiar, so I went for the one piece that made me think of a sexy X-Men costume in black and yellow.

I should’ve looked like a bumblebee or something, but I didn’t, it was…