Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,133

we were on our sides, and then he eased out of me.

Oh shit.

“I think you broke my vagina,” I mumbled.

There was a beat of absolute silence, but I waited for it. There was no way they could resist, and I was too damn deliriously happy to care about setting up that joke.

A smothered snort of laughter from behind me was the first fissure in the dam. A calloused hand moved over my stomach as Archie hugged me from behind. “Is it broken broken? Or just needs a little TLC broken?”

The snicker from in front of me pulled the rest of my smile out. “Maybe you can build her a new one.”

“You’re the one with the magic fingers,” Archie snarked. “Write her a song and sing it back to health.”

“I know,” Ian said. “You can talk to her pussy. You can convince her of anything, right?”

“Hmm.”

Oh God. Suddenly, I was flat on my back, and Archie eased my legs apart. “Hello, pretty girl, are you feeling all abused and overused? Maybe you just need some TLC?”

I died.

Laughter swelled out of me.

“Dead,” I told them as I gave Archie a shove. “I’m dead. I cry uncle. I give.”

I couldn’t stop laughing though, because Archie was promising my pussy all kinds of things to get better soon, and when I glanced up at Ian, his eyes were warm, full of mirth, and his smile was tender.

“Thank you,” I whispered to him and touched his jaw. Then I glanced down at Archie. His brown eyes shone, and his disheveled hair fell over his forehead. There was a carefreeness to him that I hadn’t seen in a long time. “Thank you both.”

“You’re welcome, Angel,” Ian told me, pressing a kiss to my temple. Archie pressed a similar one to my thigh. And at some point, I would need to move. “Though I think we’re gonna have to change the sheets, and I’m pretty sure we’ve run out of them.”

“I’ll call—”

I didn’t know I had it in me to move, but I was up and pressing my fingers to Archie’s lips, ignoring the throbbing pulse I could feel in my pussy. Dude, I really thought they had broken it.

Worth it.

“If you say you’re going to call Jeremy, I will…I will…I will pin you down and do something terrible to you.” I didn’t even have a real threat in me.

“Jeremy’s not going to care, babe,” he said. “He just likes looking after us.”

“You cannot ask him to come wash sheets covered in cum and sweat and everything else from the last two days. I will not survive.”

“Shh,” Ian soothed, sitting up and pulling me into his lap. “Archie’s not going to call Jeremy. We know how to use the washing machine.”

“Yeah,” Archie said. “Or I can call Jake and Coop and tell them to buy us more. ’Cause you know, we’ve proven we don’t have enough.”

Ian snorted, and I closed my eyes.

Yep. Dead.

Damn.

The guys were still laughing at me a few hours later as I soaked in another tub, sprawled against Coop, who’d climbed in to just hold me. Probably a great idea, ’cause all I wanted to do was sleep.

“Next time,” Archie said. “We need a bigger tub.”

“Hot tub,” Jake agreed.

“Yeah, more room to maneuver,” Ian said. “Definitely more frequent breaks.”

“Are they really discussing the next time we do this?” I asked Coop in a hushed voice as Archie started discussing the different types of hot tubs.

“Yep,” Coop said. “Shh, don’t want to scare them off.”

I grinned.

God, I loved them.

The weekend was going to go down in history. Even if I was tender as hell for the next three or four days. Not even my period showing up added to my discomfort. I was already sore, and one of the nice things about the implant, it reduced a lot of my issues from three or four days to one to two. Totally doable.

We were drilling down more at school. They had a practice run for how we would do our graduation walks. I’d started receiving my cords from different classes, including the all A honor roll.

Final class ranks were posted.

I’d done it—I’d edged up. I was in the top twenty with Jake and Archie. Ian and Coop weren’t that far behind. Rachel scored a spot in the top ten. She smirked at me when I saw it, and I laughed my ass off. Sneaky bitch. But still, I was super proud of her, even if she still hemmed and hawed about which college she wanted to