Brazen and Breathless (Untouchable #6) - Heather Long Page 0,33

the corner of her mouth curved ever so slightly as she cut another look at Coop. “Do you know where we’re going?”

I bit my lip. Well, I hadn’t gone that far yet, and I gave a little head shake. Today’s date had been an impulse borne out of texting this morning while we’d been doing French homework. Truthfully, I really hadn’t known Coop was going to be home this afternoon. Archie had gone to play golf with his grandfather, and he promised to be back after dinner. He’d invited me to go, and while I was curious about ‘real’ golf, I also didn’t think I should be crashing his grandfather time either. Jake had work and dinner with his family, and Ian had music tutoring today with some students. A shiver went through me at the thought of the studio.

Somehow, I didn’t think I’d ever look at that recording room the same way again. And on that note, I focused on Coop eyeing Rachel with a grin of amusement. “Do your worst,” he told her. “I want to spend an afternoon with my girl, and I’m even willing to spend the afternoon with you, Rach. You gotta accept that we’re gonna end up being friends by default if nothing else.”

Her snort had me biting my lip, but she rolled her eyes and just waved to the interior of the car. “C’mon, but just remember,” she said the last two words to me. “You asked for this.”

Coop grinned and gave my hand a squeeze before he slid into the backseat and left me with shotgun. “So,” he asked as Rachel backed out of the parking spot. “Where are we going?”

“Store called Kink on the Hill,” Rachel answered without missing a beat. “I’m getting Frankie a couple of vibrators.” The smirk she tossed over her shoulder was full of wickedness. “Still want to tag along?”

“Well, I’m definitely going now,” Coop said with a drawl before cutting a look at me. My face heated, but I met his grin with one of my own. “Getting daring, are we?”

“Getting?” I dared him, and his grin grew slow and pleased.

“Fair enough,” he said, then slumped back in the seat. “So what else do we do on girls’ day?”

Rachel snorted. “Hair, nails, sometimes we get coffee and talk about your dick sizes.”

“Works for me,” Coop said holding up his hand, eyes twinkling. “I could definitely go for a manicure.”

“Waxing is an option, too.”

And I put a hand over my face. Oh my god. Rachel had to go there.

“Bikini waxes are the rage. Tell me, Coop, are you a fan of the groomed or the wild?”

“I’m a fan of Frankie,” he said, grinning, and I bit my lip as I looked out the window. “But you do you, Rach.”

“Cool,” she said, and they both seemed to settle into the quiet. “Then again, you could get a little trim, make it nice and neat so she doesn’t have to pick hair out of her teeth.”

“I haven’t heard any complaints,” Coop replied. “You need me to wax the boys for you, Frankie? Not a fan, but if you’d like it, I’m sure we can work something out.”

I died.

Yep.

This was how I died.

Kink on the Hill was an actual sex shop. Rachel hadn’t been kidding about it. It looked rather unassuming if you ignored the giant red neon sign flashing Adult in the window. Nothing else about it said ‘naughty sex toys sold here’ but apparently, naughty sex toys were definitely sold. It took everything I had not to gawp when we went inside.

Coop held the door for both of us and linked his fingers with mine once we were inside. Lips right next to my ear, he asked, “Do I want to know why you want a vibrator?”

“Nope,” I answered in a hushed voice. The people at the counter had greeted us warmly and asked if we needed any help. Rachel demurred, thank God.

Yeah, I had zero desire to ask them about anything, but at the same time, I couldn’t help wanting to look at every single thing. Part of this trip was research.

A coffee shop sat right next door, and the scent of coffee teased my nostrils as soon as we were inside. To my shock—and honestly, no small measure of delight—there was an opening to the coffee shop inside the shop.

“Okay,” Coop murmured, giving my fingers a gentle squeeze. We made it another two steps before my gaze tracked over an entire end cap of rainbow-colored dildos.