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

be times now and times later when I’m going to want to run away with you and just have you to myself for a day, a weekend, a night.”

“But you won’t ever want me to leave them for good.”

He let out a long sigh. “No…because those assholes need you too. We work. All five of us. What we have…it just works.”

“So why can’t you believe you deserve their love and support?”

“Because I’m the guy who fixes things.” If that didn’t define his self-view, I didn’t know what did.

Stepping closer, I cupped his face in my hands so he wouldn’t look away. “Even the mechanic needs help sometimes. Even if it’s a lift to get the car up so he can see what’s wrong or a second opinion on what’s making that pinging sound in the engine. When you don’t need that, it never hurts to have another guy hanging out, shooting the shit while you get the job done. Because you’re not alone. You and me? We didn’t do so hot with our parents, but this family? This family we got.”

“I think your dad is pretty cool,” Archie teased before wrapping his hand around my nape and stroking his thumb against the column of my neck. “I think you’re exceptional.”

“Right back atcha, Standish,” I informed him as I rose up on my tiptoes and slid my arms around him. He caught me close, and the fierceness of his hug lifted me off my feet. I didn’t know which of us needed it more. “Don’t ever forget we all have your back, okay?”

“I won’t,” he promised. Then after a moment, he chuckled. “You’d probably beat my ass if I did.”

Well, he wasn’t wrong.

“But I’d kiss it and make it better after,” I promised him. He squeezed me and then blew a raspberry against my neck before sucking a kiss against the skin and making me shriek with laughter.

“Like this?” And then he kissed me again, almost sloppily, and it made me laugh harder. “Or this?” Then he kissed me for real, and my laughter faded on a long sigh as he claimed my mouth.

“All of the above,” I whispered between kisses, and then he tugged my shawl off and tossed it toward the sand. My top followed. I hadn’t dressed for the walk, I was still in sleep shorts with no panties on underneath. “If you get sand in unmentionable places…”

“I’ll be on bottom,” he told me before we went down together. The kisses turned hotter and the touches more fervent, and in the same moment, we took our time. I was on my knees straddling him, and he kept his shorts on, so I guess I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want sand anywhere delicate.

Still, when he freed his cock and I sank down on it, we both sighed.

“Frankie,” he murmured, fisting my hair as if to hold me still. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yes,” I answered, meeting his gaze as our breath mingled. “I know you do. I love you too.”

“Good,” he said slowly, then thrust up into me and I let out a harsh breath. “Then hold still, babe, ’cause I’m going to fuck up into you until you come all over these shorts. I want to go back sticky with you all over me.”

“Only if I don’t lick it off you before we get there.” His eyes flared at the declaration, and he shifted his grip on my hip as if to hold me still.

“Talk dirty to me some more,” he whispered. “Tell me how much you want my cock drilling into you. How you like to feel me thrusting against these trembling walls. How every spasm reminds you of when I come and fill you up.”

Yeah.

He still won at dirty talk.

I lost the battle at finding an appropriate response when the first orgasm crashed down on me.

An hour later, he kissed my shoulder in apology as he rinsed between my ass cheeks. “I promise to make it up to you…”

“Does anyone want to share how Frankie got sand in her ass?” Coop asked. “Inquiring minds and all that.”

I flipped him off, and Jake dragged Coop out. “Just make sure you check that you got it all,” Jake warned. “We’ll go make breakfast.”

“I’m sorry,” Archie whispered, but it was Ian who was helping too. He took the sprayer and traced it over the folds of my vulva. Oh, this was embarrassing and kind of hot at the same time.

“It’s fine,” I grumbled and then laughed as Ian circled my clit. “Pretty sure there’s no sand there.”

“Good,” he told me. “Just making sure.” He was using his fingers to trace every single fold, and then Archie cupped me from behind and eased two fingers into me. I flattened one hand on the wall and gripped his Ian’s shoulder with the other. “Carefully,” he instructed.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Archie countered. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Then you shouldn’t have flipped her,” Ian responded. I touched Ian’s cheek, and he flicked his gaze up to me as he kept running the sprayer over my vulva and down to where Archie pushed into me.

Honestly, it all felt good. There was no more bite of sand or grit. My nipples beaded under the contact, especially when Ian slid back to my clit again.

“Don’t fight,” I murmured. “I was just as guilty. We got carried away.”

“Angel, we’re not fighting.” His voice dipped.

“And if you think we are…” Archie scissored his fingers inside of me, and I swore I rose up on my toes at the sensation. “Then we need to work on our method.”

Wait…

“Exactly,” Ian stated, and then he kissed me. The massage of his lips against mine sent the questions pinging around off each other in my brain. The firmness of his fingers against my clit combined with Archie’s thrusting fingers forced me up on my toes again. Too many sensations competing for attention.

If it had been Jake and Coop, I would totally get where this was leading.