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

very real excitement at seeing Frankie and having Frankie perform on stage with them had been echoed by the other girls. As exhausted as those three were, and washed free of makeup, hair up in braids and ponytails, while dressed in comfortable, if slouchy clothes, they looked like what they were—three teenagers. They’d gone out of their way for Frankie and Bubba because they liked Frankie.

I was pretty sure we were all accessories, and that was fine. I could handle being Frankie’s arm candy. My ego took no beating at that thought.

“Glad to hear it, but those girls are multi-platinum and the videos are likely going to go viral. That will give Frankie and Ian both some serious traction when it comes to negotiation…”

I grinned slowly. “This all sounds very win-win to me.”

“It’s definitely the best negotiating position to be in.”

“I’ll take it.”

KC had a plate full of French fries and was drowning them in ketchup. For someone who hadn’t eaten anything the other day, she hadn’t stopped since they wandered in. Frankie and Jake weren’t out yet, but they would be in another fifteen or so. Frankie had been wound pretty tight.

Bubba had a pair of beers in hand as he made his way out to the balcony. Wittaker hung up, and I accepted the beer from Bubba when he joined me. The chatter from inside sounded like teenage girls too. Coop just relaxed back against the sofa, watching as Rachel joined the others in getting food.

“Apparently, I shouldn’t sign anything at all until the lawyers get to look at it?” It wasn’t a real question, but I nodded.

“So Wittaker said. But Frankie will want to give them any release they need.”

Raising his beer, Bubba nodded before he took a long drink. “I’m inclined to let her. They didn’t have to give us that opportunity.”

“Nope,” I said, agreeing with him. “They didn’t. They were being friends to her and to you. At the same time…”

“Protect our own interests,” Bubba said with a sigh, then shook his head. “We’ll talk about it.”

“Man, you killed it tonight. You guys looked fucking fantastic out there. If I didn’t say it before, then hear it now—you have a real future in the business if that’s where the two of you decide to go.” And I meant it. I’d support them with everything I had too.

His slow grin was all pleasure, if a little embarrassed too. “That means a lot. Seriously.”

“Good. Also, did you have a boner the whole time she was singing?”

“So bad,” Bubba agreed. “It’s the sexiest fucking thing.”

I laughed. This was definitely one of those cases where I was glad that the guys totally got me.

Bubba clinked his bottle to mine, and we leaned there against the railing, drinking as the girls gathered around the living room with their plates of food—burgers, fries, ice cream, one of them with all three, and I wasn’t saying a word about dipping fries in ice cream.

“You ever thankful you’re an only child?” I asked Bubba.

“At the moment?” he laughed. “Yes. I don’t know how Coop and Jake do it with the little sisters.”

Agreed. I mean, I was grateful as fuck that Frankie wasn’t my sister, but watching those girls in there, even as relaxed as they seemed, I worried. I’d kill anyone that let my family wear themselves down like that. I knew for sure Frankie would kick our asses if we let ourselves get that worn down.

We would be wrapping up soon and heading back to the States. But I had to admit, I was going to miss this freedom. June, I promised myself and them. Every June, come hell or high water, we were going to take off for a few weeks and just be us.

Jake

Frankie’s legs shook where they wrapped around my waist, and I tucked my face against her throat. My cock was still hard as a stone, but I’d been determined to wring a couple of orgasms out of her before I came and I still wanted more. I loved the way her fingers dug into my back and how open and hot her kisses were when I claimed her mouth.

As she spasmed around my cock, I had to fight the urge to bite down on the soft skin of her neck, and then she flexed those muscles and rotated her hips.

“Fuck,” I swore.

“I want you to come,” Frankie whispered against my hair, and then I lifted my head. There was redness around her mouth and her throat. The beard did that when I got too excited, though the burn wasn’t as bad as when it was just stubble. She had a fistful of my damp hair, and I moved with her as she arched her back and rotated her hips.

Pulling back, I dug my fingers into her ass and lifted as I thrust upward. “You feel so fucking good, Baby Girl.”

“So do you,” she whispered, and when she tugged my face toward hers, I eagerly sucked her lower lip until her mouth opened. Tongues dueling, I ground upward, balls deep in her pussy, and I wanted more of her. The beaded tips of her nipples teased at my chest, and I wanted to suck on them, I wanted to finger her ass and fuck her ass. I wanted to be everywhere until all she could feel, taste, or experience was me.

That would never be enough. Not when she laughed as we kissed. Not when she fought to drag me deeper. Not when the low cries of her pleasure echoed off the tile around us, even as the water washed down. All these sensations were perfect, and I wanted to savor them.

“Please Jake,” she moaned. “I want to feel you come.”

Fuck, that had my balls dragging up tight, and I pressed her against the wall as I pounded into her. The friction had my eyes rolling back, but I needed her to come. I didn’t care that she already had, I wanted to feel her shudder as I filled