Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,2
business opportunities?”
“It’s the scholarship and grant money,” I reminded him. “I’d like to keep all my options open.”
He grunted, then pressed a kiss to my temple before pausing in the hallway to nudge me against a locker.
“Coop,” I warned him.
He just grinned, the little shit. “Frankie. PDAs are back on the table.” Then he kissed me with enough ferocity, it threatened to burn right through my clothes.
“Mr. Brennan. Miss Curtis.” The prim voice intruded right through the lustful haze slapping me right back to Earth.
Wearing the cockiest smile, Coop lifted his head and glanced at Ms. Phillips. We’d had her for ninth grade humanities. “Hey, Mrs. P.”
“Good afternoon, you two. Off you go, and I’ll pretend there was nothing to see here.” The warning was unmistakable, but so was the indulgent smile on her face. I had to be about fifty-eight different shades of red, but Coop just grinned.
“Sure thing. We’re going to be late to lunch anyway.” He gave me a mock glare. “You really need to stop dragging me against walls, Frankie. We’re at school.”
Asshole.
I narrowed my eyes, and he waggled his brows.
If he wanted to play that way, game on.
“Sure thing,” I retorted as I ducked under his arm. “I’ll make sure I just trip you next time and grab Rachel. She won’t complain.”
I made it all of three steps before he had an arm around me. “I don’t know whether to spank you for that or get turned on, ’cause that’s kind of hot.”
“Keep it up, Cooper. I’ll do it.”
He laughed. “No you won’t, because you wouldn’t want to lead Rachel on.”
“You and your logic can bite me,” I told him as we pushed out the doors to where Jake and the guys waited with the SUV.
“That can be arranged,” Coop said with a grin.
“Why are you two always late?” Jake asked, glaring at us over the edge of his sunglasses. I slid my own on as our phones pinged.
“I apparently assaulted Coop in the hallway when I tripped him, and his mouth landed on my lips.”
“Well,” Jake said. “All right then. Asshole can ride in the back, Baby Girl gets shotgun.”
“Hey,” came the complaint from Archie and Ian, but Coop just laughed as I circled around to the passenger side.
Girlfriend perks.
I could get used to this.
At lunch, I sandwiched between Archie and Ian as we grabbed pizza at Joe’s. It wasn’t as busy, and we could get all the individual slices we wanted. Ian kept one hand on my thigh the whole time, and Archie wanted to see the folder as soon as Coop told them what it was.
He was flipping through it, with me reading over his shoulder. Most of it was pretty straight forward—we’d be doing internships at different businesses, some would rotate us to give us a feel across the board, but it was all about leadership and negotiations.
“Why are you doing this again?” he asked, giving me the side eye. Ian had begun rubbing my thigh, just gentle circles with little massaging squeezes that did nothing for my thought process except to utterly derail them.
“Like I told Coop, it’s about the scholarships and the grants.”
“You got that huge one, babe, you don’t need to pile more responsibilities on your schedule.”
Not that he didn’t have a point but…
“It’s up to her whether she does that or not,” Jake jumped in. “But if you’re looking for our opinions. I’m with Arch.”
From being my hero to joining forces with the opposition. I wrinkled my nose. “I know I have a lot on my plate already.” Four boyfriends were a lot. “But it’s a good opportunity, and it might help me whittle down what I want to do.”
You’d think I had that all in the bag, but I didn’t.
“Is it a good opportunity? That’s two days a week you won’t be at school, which means you’ll have to double up on your homework to keep up with assignments.”
Okay, Jake had a point.
“But stuff like this looks great on college applications.”
Thank you, Coop.
“And if we hadn’t already submitted them, that would be a huge perk.” Course, he couldn’t resist tacking that last bit on.
Ugh.
“Stop all siding against me.”
“We’re not siding against you,” Archie countered, and Ian gave my thigh a squeeze before he nudged my plate toward me. I’d only eaten one slice. I picked up the second one with a half-pout. “We’re all Team Frankie here, right, guys?”
“Definitely.” Ian gave me a little pinch when I rolled my eyes at him. “We’re all Team Frankie,