Graduation and Gifts (Untouchable Book 8) by Heather Long (best books to read for beginners TXT) 📕

Yes, the yacht had a crew. We’d met like two of them, the rest had just gone about their business and ignored us. I didn’t even know whose yacht this was. Archie’s? His grandfather’s? Their friend’s? Worse, I didn’t want to ask because I was half in love with this vessel, and if it turned out to belong to someone else, I might cry.

Don’t be ridiculous, it’s probably a family yacht. Shuttling those thoughts away, I tucked my sunglasses on as I headed for one of the loungers. Once I was on my stomach, Jake tugged open the strap on the back of my suit, and I smiled. The coolness of the sunscreen on his fingers had me sighing as he began to rub it in. I’d done the same earlier, making sure all of them had their backs done. He paid particular attention to my tattoo.

“Do you guys want to work on that song this weekend?” Archie asked. “We have the island for five days, but I can probably make it a week.”

“No,” I said from where I lay with my eyes closed. “I mean, Ian and I can work on it some, but I want this week to be about all of us too. And you said something about boogie boarding.”

Surfing. Snorkeling. Skinny dipping.

They were all on the list.

Archie chuckled. The push of Jake’s fingers dipping below my waistband had me shifting to glance up at him. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth. Dammit, I curled my toes and then slid my legs apart as he worked his way down to my thighs. The top of the shorts wouldn’t give him much access but…

“We can do both,” Ian suggested as Jake smoothed sunscreen up and down the backs of my legs. He kept darting up the inside of my thighs and away again. “Don’t worry, Angel. The point is to be together, and if we start boring the guys, I’m sure they’ll make you play a few hours of video games.”

I laughed. “That’s not a threat. You guys just knock me out, then try to convince me to get naked.”

“If I have my way, you won’t be dressed at all for the next few days, so getting you naked won’t be a problem.” Archie raised his beer toward me, and I laughed as he took a drink. But the fact Ian just nodded as if the thought had occurred to him had me shivering all over again.

Private island.

No people.

Just us—

Jake slid his fingers right up between my legs, and I let out a little sigh as he shifted on the seat. The tease of his fingers along my labia sent a curl of lust through my system. The sun. The sea. The guys.

“Cold?” Jake asked in a soft voice, and I bit my lip. His gaze was so intent on me, it threatened to burn me up.

All the moisture in my mouth seemed to dry up, but I shifted my legs just a little further apart. “Do I feel cold?”

With one hand against my back, Jake leaned over me, and I had a feeling it was more to block what he was doing from the others than anything else. The thrust of his fingers into me had me swallowing a moan. The blunt tips of his nails scraped gently, just enough to sharpen my focus on the feel of him without injuring.

The two fingers together weren’t as thick as any of them, and at the same time, when he scissored his fingers, I swore liquid heat spiraled outward from the contact. I moved on his hand, and it rubbed the seam of my shorts right against my clit. The spasms ignited by the contact had me contracting around his hand, and Jake’s soft laugh in my ear was dizzying.

“You like that, Baby Girl?” He teased his tongue over the shell of my ear, and I let my eyes close as my nipples beaded tight. The urge to turn over and reach for him vibrated beneath my skin. The breeze on my overheated flesh suggested that might be a bad idea.

Ian’s and Archie’s voices faded as Jake’s hot breath feathered over my ear.

“What about this?” He curved his hand, and it pushed my right thigh higher. The thrusting of his fingers added another sharp contact of pleasure that only increased when two blunt fingers became three.

Fuck.

The shorts hadn’t seemed so loose before. I swore the breeze chased his fingers against my skin, and it only made the heat inside of me grow more intense.

“I can’t hear you,” Jake murmured a moment before he bit down on my ear and increased the push of his hand. The force ground me against the seam, even as he mimed the force of his dick taking me. While it didn’t quite push me over the edge, it had me riding the precipice, breath coming in little explosions.

Somehow between gently massaging sunscreen onto my back and teasing me, he’d left me soaked and needy.

“Aren’t you going to answer me, Baby Girl?” Jake drew me back to him, and I forced my eyes open to find him staring down at me. Wordless wonder flooded me as I opened my mouth, and then his lips claimed mine and thought erased as he added a fourth finger. The combined pressure threatened to split me apart. All subtlety failed me as I ground against his hand, the chair, my shorts, anything to get just that little bit more of friction.

The warmth of a hand pressing under my chest jerked my eyes open as Jake smiled against my mouth. The pinch of scorching fingers on my nipple sent a blood rush to my head, and I came apart. A cry tore free from my throat as Jake sucked on my tongue. Breath escaping in panting explosions, I dug my fingers into the chair.

Where we were trickled back in like the dampness escaping me as Jake eased his fingers free.