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

Archie and Ian didn’t… Ian’s tongue thrust against mine, and Archie bit down on my neck. “I think she can handle this,” he said softly. “You up for it, Rhys?”

The heavy weight of Ian’s cock pressing against my hip promised me he very much was up for this. “But you guys…” I managed when Ian let me have a breath. “You guys don’t…”

“Don’t share?” Ian moved the sprayer aside and then shut off the water. It meant I lost contact with him, and then Archie tugged his fingers away and turned me around to face him.

“We make exceptions.” Archie raised his brows. “We make plans.”

Oh hell.

And then Ian began running a towel over me, and between them, they dried me off and then themselves before leading me out of the bathroom.

Plans.

They’d made plans.

In the bedroom, someone had turned all the covers back, and Archie tugged me over to the bed. “It’s our last day here, babe,” he said. “I meant it down there on the beach… Sometimes I want you all to myself. But you need all of us.”

A shiver went through me as he kissed me, and then his hands were on my breasts and Ian’s were moving down my back. The massage felt good, and then he landed a smack against one ass cheek and I let out a soft gasp.

“That’s for taking risks,” Ian chided me as he massaged the heat into my stinging skin. He landed another sharp smack to the other, and Archie bit down on my lower lip. “That’s for thinking we wouldn’t fix it.”

One would think that was Archie talking.

The third slap landed, and I swore I was soaking Archie’s dick where it lay nestled against my labia as he kissed a path down my neck. I had no idea when they discussed this or why it was all happening now or even if we were celebrating a special occasion, but trapped between both of them was a place I hadn’t been in months and I was thrilled to feel them.

By the time Ian reached the fifth, my ass was on fire and Archie had one nipple so firmly locked against his teeth, I could barely hold back the long, mewling cries spilling out of my throat.

Ian’s eyes locked with mine as he leaned over me. I stared up at him, hiding nothing, and his sudden, bright smile took my breath away. “More?” he asked, and I grinned.

“Please, Sir Ian. Give me more.”

His eyes flashed. “Ask the other Sir in the room.”

Holy shit, I quaked.

Archie looked up at me as I dropped my gaze to him. “Sir Archie?”

“Fuck,” he swore and shifted us both, and then I was impaled on his dick. “You can have more, babe. Hold on…because you’re going to have all of us.” There was no time to brace as Ian delivered sharp slaps in rapid succession to one cheek, then the other. I was clenched so tight around Archie, his teeth ground as he held my gaze captive.

Then we were kissing, it was all teeth and tongue and hot breaths. I was barely registering anything beyond the stroke of skin and the shudders of his body pushing up into mine when warm lubed fingers pressed against my ass.

I was so used to this now, I swore my body went boneless.

It took no time at all for Ian to prep me, and in between, I kissed Archie or I kissed Ian. My skin was on fire, the heat from my ass seemed to suffuse everything, and when Ian pushed into me, pinning me to Archie, I started shaking.

I was so close. Too close.

The feeling of both of them holding me there… I could barely hold it together when he began to move. A keening noise escaped, and I dug my fingers into Archie’s shoulder as I reached back with my free hand to grip Ian’s neck. Everywhere they touched me, I lit up, and then a harsh exhale from across the room drew my eyes, and I locked gazes with Coop, then Jake right behind him and I came apart.

The orgasm took me like a storm, and I clenched down on Ian and Archie, pulling them with me. We collapsed together in a shuddering mass, and the tears on my cheeks were from pure overload.

“Fuck me,” Jake said. “We’re next.”

“Oh hell yes, players four and five are definitely in the game now.”

Elation warred with humor, and at my giggle, everyone cracked up.

We spent the day in bed, fucking, playing, teasing, and I came so many different ways that I lost count.

It might have been our last day in paradise, but we made the most of it. By that night, soaking in the oversized hot tub with the guys and leaning back against Jake, with his arms around me and listening to them talk, it all lulled me into a blissful haze.

The next morning, I was sore, and the boys indulged me by taking care of everything and insisting I rest. It wasn’t a yacht that came to fetch us though, it was a water plane.

And we started another leg of our adventure. Ian even carried me out to climb aboard after they got the luggage loaded.

I wasn’t going to melt, but I also wasn’t complaining. Our last look of the island was a slow circle in the air before the pilots turned us back toward the main isle. I leaned over to Archie and whispered against his ear, “Start making those investments. I’m leaning toward yes on the post-college, four-year plan.”

His grin filled me with another level of joy.

A private island.

Okay, maybe that was going a bit far, but a girl could dream, right?

Subject: HELL YES WE'RE SERIOUS

Okay, first of all, private island retreat? A week at Disney World? Just make sure I’m invited to the wedding. Also, you need to come to one of our last shows. We’re gonna be off tour for at least a couple of years. Is it weird that I’m both excited and terrified?