Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,129

loving pets, they eased me between them, and then Coop was pressing inside. The stretch had me gasping as Jake went totally still and stroked my hair as he whispered encouragement.

Coop only eased forward a little before he began to rock, and he let out an almost pained groan. “So fucking tight…” The ragged words left me almost boneless, and I relaxed as he filled me all the way. Then he was kissing my shoulder, and I forgot anything but how it felt to be impaled between them.

I don’t know who started the motion, but it was all sensation and heated kisses, sometimes pulling me forward or back. They traded me between them like they’d been practicing it and took me apart so expertly, all I could do was hold on as they found their rhythm. Jake came first, following me as I spasmed around them and clenched down. Coop followed so swiftly after that, then we collapsed together in a tangled, sweaty heap and I never wanted to move again.

I didn’t think I could.

Even softening, they felt so huge inside of me, and the faint stirring of desire tugged at my belly. I would never get used to this, and I kind of liked that I wouldn’t.

“Fuck,” Coop whispered. “Now I have to move.”

A giggle escaped and then another. Jake stretched his arm out and thumped him, but Coop just laughed, and when he pulled out, we were all gasping. He didn’t go far, rolling onto the bed next to us, and I turned my head to meet his gaze while I still sprawled over Jake.

“I totally kicked ass at fight training,” I told him.

“I bet you did,” he whispered, and brushed his fingers down my cheek.

My eyes were heavy, and the soft, deepening of Jake’s breathing had me lifting my head.

“Shh,” Coop murmured. “He dozed off. It’s only nine. We can nap, then clean up before round two.”

“Round two?” Oh, he’d piqued my interest.

“Definitely round two,” he answered. “I missed all the foreplay, I should get that turn, don’t you think?”

Reaching over, I traced my fingers over his face. “You okay?”

Kissing my fingertips, he whispered, “I’m okay. It’s hard, Mom, Trina. Dad. The whole mess. But I’m okay.”

“I’m here for you.”

“I know you are.”

Jake rumbled beneath me, and I smiled. “Jake’s here for you, too.”

“Yeah,” Coop said, then leaned over to kiss my nose. “Lie still and I’ll go get a washcloth for you, but you should try to sleep. I think we might be pulling an all-nighter.”

“Oh, cramming for a test?” I teased.

“I’ll be cramming something.” Then he was off the bed and walking out of the room naked. I let out a little sigh, and Jake trailed his fingers up my spine.

“He’s okay, Baby Girl.”

“I hope so, I worry about him.”

“That’s why he’s going to be okay.”

They weren’t wrong about the all-nighter.

Worth it.

Chapter Twenty-Five

In Your Eyes

Me: Are you back this week?

Rachel: Yep. Sorry I’ve been spending

a lot of time at the hospital.

Me: You don’t have to be sorry. I just worry about you.

Rachel: I’m fine, you control freak.

Me: Don’t pretend you aren’t enjoying the fact that I’m missing you.

Rachel: You have a point.

You free later this week?

And want to do me a favor?

Me: I can be, and it depends on the favor.

Rachel: And here I thought you missed me.

Me: LOL I also know you.

Rachel: Fair point. I’m working on a project,

and I need to borrow your bod.

Totally safe and clean. Promise.

I’ll pick you up,

or you want to just drive over?

Me: Your place?

Rachel: To start… Oh and wear pretty lingerie.

Me: Why?

Rachel: You’ll see.

The days seemed to be flying by. Maddy had all but vanished after the meeting at Wittaker’s office. Her attorney had forwarded the trust details, and I’d gone to a meeting with Archie where we learned that the trust itself had an attorney. Maddy had no signing power over the trust, she was just legally tied to it until I turned eighteen. The trust had indeed been set up by my grandparents—plural, not singular.

The trust attorney would not speak to me directly until when and if the legal emancipation finalized or I turned eighteen. Really not useful. As for the actual terms of the trust, those had been sketchier. My age was a factor, as was my academic status, but the trust attorney had been deliberately vague with Wittaker. Something in his demeanor told me this wasn’t normal.

Archie pointed out that as the recipient of the trust, it was on those who set up the