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

slid right up against him, lips parted in invitation. Like Ian before him, he nipped at my lower lip, then teased my tongue before deepening the kiss with a sigh. He had one arm braced around me, and when I jumped, hitching my thighs to his hips so I could bring my face up level with his, that arm braced my ass and kept me in place.

“You know, you assholes dragged me out of bed for this,” Coop complained, “when clearly we all want to be naked in bed. Orgy? Anyone?”

Laughter bubbled up between Jake and I, the hum of it delighting me. When I lifted my head, he grinned up at me. “Player three is getting antsy.”

“Player three can always enter the game.”

“Good to know,” Coop chortled before he tugged me right out of Jake’s arms and into his. He tilted me backwards, like he dipped me in some seductive dance, but his waggling eyebrows and faint twitch to his nostrils killed the drama. “Player three entering the game,” he whispered, and then claimed my mouth for a very slow and thorough kiss that finished the decimation of my panties and sent me up in flames.

With great care, he straightened us both and then settled me on my feet. Jake passed me the coffee, and I fanned myself with one hand. “Good morning, boys.”

Almost in unison, they said, “Good morning, Frankie.”

I was still tingling from their kisses as I wandered into the kitchen. The cats were hanging out around the table, and no wonder. The bag of cat treats—usually kept above the fridge—was sitting on the table. Tiddles sat in a chair, tail swishing as I approached, and Tory let out a little yowl from under the table.

Poor tortured felines. No one had given them something to eat in the last five minutes. I took a deep drink of my coffee and just savored the hum of the guys razzing each other as they filtered into the kitchen. Someone had already fed the cats. Coop delved out some treats and scattered them among the cats.

“He just loves spoiling your pussies,” Archie said without an ounce of irony. I snorted, and Coop slugged him in the arm.

“Like you don’t.”

“Oh, I definitely like spoiling her pussy,” Archie confirmed with a wink.

“Huh,” Jake said. “Then which of you is gonna get pierced first?”

My face flamed. “Jake…”

“What, Baby Girl? You said the idea turned you on.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong about that, but with his avid audience, I could wish to be somewhere else.

“Piercing?” Ian prompted with a doubtful look.

“Frankie’s latest book obsession,” Jake mused aloud. “It had a dude in it that got this thing called a Jacob’s Ladder on his dick.”

Archie snorted, arms folded as he leaned back against the fridge. The tank top he wore was that moisture wicked material, but the red looked so good on him and so did those gray sweatpants.

Everyone else was in shorts, but Archie’s gray sweatpants kept his dick on prominent display for me. Yeah. I looked.

Sue me.

He caught my gaze and winked.

“Not piercing my dick, don’t care if it has my name,” Jake said. “But Frankie’s curious, so since you two are all about pleasing her pussy, you might consider it.”

Coop had his phone in hand, and he let out a grunt. “Um…”

“Right?” Jake said with a grin, and I gave him a gentle kick. Ass. He laughed at me. “Notice which one of them looked it up. My money is still on Coop.”

“Hey,” Archie argued. “I didn’t say no yet.” At the same time, he glanced at me. “Do you really want one of us to do that?”

“No,” I said firmly. “I said it sounded good and it did.” Yes, my face was still on fire, but I didn’t shy away from any of their gazes. No, I didn’t want to have this conversation in front of all of them. Yet considering the intimacies we’d shared, discussing their dicks should be pretty simple. “Particularly how the author wrote it. The guy also had a pierced tongue, and I dunno…it was sexy as fuck.”

“Good to know,” Archie mused, and Jake laughed wickedly.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you, Baby Girl,” Jake said with a chuckle, and I laughed.

“Don’t be an ass,” I scolded, but I couldn’t stop grinning. Neither Archie nor Coop said no immediately, however… “Guys, I’m not asking anyone to do it. I can’t imagine that doing it would be comfortable in the first place.” And I wasn’t going to ask anyone to hurt themselves.

“If I wanted you to pierce your navel,” Archie said, “would you consider it?”

I stared at him a beat. “Yes.”

He grinned. “Good to know.”

Ian raised his brows. He’d been quiet until now, but at my glance, he gave a gentle shrug. “You’ve already agreed to everything I want.”

A shiver went through me. “Ditto,” I told him.

“All right,” Coop said as he shut off his phone’s screen. “We need to do this run thing before I stage a revolt and drag Frankie back to bed.”

That spurred a fresh round of laughter. I finished my coffee and rinsed out the cup. We only had a handful of dishes still out. The guys had packed up everything in the kitchen, including the pots and pans, save for the ones they decided were not worth taking. Those boxes were stacked in the corner.

Yep, not looking at boxes.

“Let’s do it.”

Ian held out his hand to me, and I crossed to take it. It was still dark outside, that was how early we were up, but I didn’t comment on it. We piled into Jake’s SUV, and he took us out toward the lake. We’d been running farther each time, and I’d gotten pretty good. The guys liked to do ten miles, and I could almost do half of that without hating them. The last half sucked, but I didn’t want to slow them down either and they would take breaks to walk for me.

So, win-win.

As it was, I looked forward to the