Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,15
as she half-swallowed me right toward her throat. The hot suction had all the liquid heat gathering in my balls.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
When had she gotten so good at this? I wasn’t sure I could keep quiet as I began to rock my hips in time to the rhythm she set, fisting her hair so I could help guide her. I swore she took more and more of me. The half-choking noises made me want to pull back, but she reached a hand up to my thigh and then fisted me as she worked me over, and I forgot how to think as everything drained down my spine.
Between the liquid furnace of her mouth and the slap of Bubba pushing into her and her own groans, I was a goner. I couldn’t tell you who came first, but I tried to tug her hair twice to warn her, and then she pulled me deep and swallowed every drop.
Boneless, I drew back as she shuddered and cried out. Bubba had his hand on her clit, and I leaned down to kiss a nipple and suck on it until she was sobbing with her orgasm. When Bubba collapsed on her far side, I dropped down to stare at the ceiling. Then Frankie lifted a hand toward the blindfold.
Tugging it off, Bubba ran a hand down her side and then studied her face. The smile she wore was absolutely beautiful, and then she glanced over at me and the warmth in her eyes leapt.
Fuck yeah.
I’d call that a successful experiment.
Valentine’s Day
“Archie,” I squeezed out before he took two steps away. The pop of the rain hitting the umbrella seemed so loud, despite the hum of passing cars, the occasional blare of a horn, and what might be some alarm in the distance. It all seemed to fade to this kind of blur of white noise. “He wanted to talk to me…about something they’ve wanted to tell me since that awful dinner.”
“What?” He took a step back to me, his dark hair soaked, droplets of water running down his face. Kind of like tears.
No, I really couldn’t think about tears right now. Coop still held my hand, and I flexed my fingers around his and then gripped for all I was worth. He returned the squeeze, not pulling away. He’d held my hand the same way the first time I’d been terrified when we’d had to stand up on a stage and do a presentation. I’d nearly thrown up behind the curtain while we’d waited, but he’d gripped my hand and hadn’t let go.
When we walked out there, he’d held my hand the whole way, and he didn’t care about the teasing we got for it. I knew he wouldn’t let go.
“He said he was my father.”
“What?” A frown tightened his whole expression as he stepped in closer to me. At least out of the rain, Jake and Ian huddled in closer, and I dug my nails into Coop’s hand. I had to be leaving little divots in his skin, but he didn’t flinch.
The whole story spilled out of me. I swore I was going to throw up with every single word, but they didn’t move. They didn’t interrupt. Not once did Archie look away. It hurt so bad to tell him this. It just hurt period.
When I got to the part about their affair, Archie snorted and then shook his head. “Babe…”
“I know,” I told him. “I know it sounds like absolute bullshit, but he believes it. And for some fucked up reason, he says I’m his kid.” I wouldn’t take that to the next step. “The tests and now this…”
He shook his head slowly, then cupped my face. “You’re not my sister. I don’t care what bag of shit that…” He blew out a breath. “Sorry, babe, those bastards are selling. But you’re not my sister. And I’m going with my first call on this…” He kissed me hard and then pivoted to stalk away. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”
He was serious.
I would have followed, but Coop dragged me back, hand still in mine, as Ian and Jake took off after Archie.
“Coop…”
“They’ll get him,” he promised me and kept me close. His hand was still locked in mine. “We got you both.”
Chapter Four
Another Red-Letter Day
Jake
The flight back, Archie said almost nothing. I couldn’t blame him. Not after that scene with his mother. I had my issues with Dad. Some days, I thought he was a real dick for choosing Klara over his