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

Dammit, I elbowed Jake. Now Frankie was gonna share her shower with Archie rather than me. Eh, I’d steal her away later. We’d crashed in Archie’s room and the one attached to it the night before. He’d gotten a bigger bed at some point, and I didn’t ask. It was just nice that there was room to share.

But we each did actually have rooms with en suite bathrooms, so I ducked into mine, and the sound of running water had me grinning from ear to ear. I locked the door and tugged my shirt over my head. I hadn’t been in this room to do more than leave my clothes for the trip and my toiletries the night before.

Since I damn well knew which rooms the guys had gone into, there was only one person who could be in my shower. I shucked shorts and boxers. Her pajamas sat primly on the counter, next to a stack of clean clothes for both of us. The clear shower door was foggy, but there was no mistaking who waited for me.

“What did I do to get so lucky?”

Her laughter was the only invitation I needed. “Do you need to do something to get lucky?”

“Maybe.” I slid into the shower next to her, and when she turned and wrapped herself around me, I counted every lucky star I’d ever made a wish on that I got to hug her, hold her, kiss her… Even before the thought finished, she fisted my hair, and then I forgot to count those reasons as I sampled her lips.

The sweet taste of maple, sugar, and cinnamon was a heady combo with the coffee she loved and the inescapable sweetness that was Frankie. “Fuck, I love you,” I murmured in between strokes of her lips on mine. I didn’t have to hear her response to know she loved me too.

Frankie loving me had never been a question for me. I slid my hands down to her ass and lifted her. I wanted her face level with mine as her lips parted and her tongue dueled with mine. Her soft groan echoed through me as I rubbed my cock against the damp slickness of her pussy.

This intimacy was what I’d longed for. The tease of her fingers as she reached between us had me groaning. I let go of her lips and lifted my head so I could watch her as she wrapped her fingers around my cock. In the beginning, those touches had always been tentative, a little hesitant. But they’d grown more assured and playful. Right now, she literally held my pleasure in her hands, and I could not have been happier.

Touch me. Torture me. Tease me. Just let me be here with her.

“You never have to earn my attention,” she whispered as the water pounded down on us and the steam kept rising. “I never want you to think I don’t love you as much as I love them.”

Fuck. Before she could utter another protest, I pressed her up against the cold tile, aware of her hiss at the contact and the contraction of her nipples as they tightened. I was aware of everything where she was concerned. “I know you do,” I assured her in between biting kisses because she gripped my cock in her slippery hand and it was taking everything I had to not start thrusting to her palm. “I know you love me. I was teasing.”

Lifting my head, I met her green-eyed stare head-on. The openness in her eyes, the way they sparkled when she smiled just as they were right now with the faint curing tilt of her lips, wrapped me up in an embrace that defied everything. Long before we’d been lovers, she’d loved me. Fuck knew, I’d loved her. “Good.” She accompanied that single syllable with stroking the head of my cock against her pussy, and I swallowed another moan. “I love to feel you too, you know.”

“I know, I love that you can take me.” Sometimes I had to go slow, other times, she wouldn’t let me and would instead slam down on my dick until we both saw stars.

The huskiness of her laughter deepened my smile. “Would you…”

The hesitation in her voice had me sharpening my focus on her. Uncertainty flickered in her expression as she raked her teeth across her lower lip.

“Would I pierce my dick for you?” Yeah, I hadn’t missed those conversations.

“I don’t know,” she said with a wince. “Maybe? I wonder if there’s a way to test it. Not like I find a guy with…”

One moment, she was stroking me, and the next, I pushed into her with force that left us both gasping. Impaled on my dick and pinned to the wall, Frankie stared at me with startled eyes. I kept one hand on her hip, bracing her against me, and the other I curved against her cheek.

“The only guys you’re fucking are us,” I told her with way more force than necessary. Jealousy was an ugly thing, one I was well aware we had no business exercising around her. Frankie’s loyalty was not a question. In fact, a part of my brain registered the comment was just that—a comment. She’d started it out with the word not. And I wasn’t stupid, I could complete the rest of the thought.

At the same time, my lizard brain engaged and possessiveness swarmed through me as I kept her gaze on me and flexed my hips as I pulled out and then pushed into the velvet grip of her pussy. The contracting walls fluttered over my cock and stroked me better than my hand ever could.

A whimpering groan fell from her lips, and I grunted. Every stroke seemed to push her up on the wall, and then I’d drag her back down on my cock.

“No one else,” I repeated. Yeah, apparently, I had some cave man in me, but Frankie just gripped my hair as she rubbed her breasts against my chest and tried