Graduation and Gifts (Untouchable Book 8)

by Heather Long

  Four hours later, I was hoarse from screaming my way through a ride. The roller coaster in the dark, twisting and turning, was terrifying enough. The fact there were actual stars and planets to look at meant I couldn’t close my eyes. Not if I wanted to see everything. Worse, there was no way to sit next to anyone. So I had to ride in the single seat sandwiched between Coop and Archie.

  Coop took the front and Archie the back. I actually reached forward and put a hand on Coop’s shoulder, and Archie had his hands on mine. It was the only thing that kept my freakout in check. Of course, I totally wanted to do it again, and this time, I rode with Ian in front and Jake behind me.

  I caught almost all the stars.

  We only took a break to grab some ice cream and bless them for having a Starbucks right there too. Then we were off to more adventures. We swung into every gift shop. We all had new shirts—hell, we were going to end up with new wardrobes. We each had gotten character watches, and I had to laugh when Archie bought me a brand-new charm bracelet. My old one was getting full, and this one was already sporting new charms to mark the occasion.

  I elected for matching hats rather than ears, because not all of the guys would wear the ears. Brats. But I did get some glittery ones to wear, and we stopped at every picture spot in the place and took all the photos. By the time we found a spot to watch the fireworks, I was torn between elation and exhaustion. The ground was hot, so Jake pulled me over into his lap, while Archie and Ian went to buy stuff for us to sit on.

  “This is the best vacation ever,” I murmured as I stared up at the brightly lit castle. My stomach ached from laughing, my cheeks hurt, and at the same time, I couldn’t count how many moments had been the best because all of them were.

  It was the most ridiculously awesome vacation.

  “I thought Colorado was the best vacation ever,” Jake murmured against my hair, and I grinned.

  “It was. The best winter vacation.”

  “Oh, sweet save,” he teased, and I laughed. The guys brought snacks and drinks back with them—it was always a time for ice cream. Even with the blanket to sit on, I stayed in Jake’s lap and leaned back against his chest so I could stare up. The fireworks were a show unto themselves with music, explosions, and even flickering pictures and art from laser lights everywhere.

  It was cool.

  We all ended up with the most ridiculous light toys that had Archie and Jake talking about how they could improve them. If we didn’t end up with lightsabers before we were done with this trip, I would have to swear I didn’t know these guys. And I had no intention of swearing that.

  Jake weaved one of the light necklaces, creating three different length ones that I could wear before he was done. The air cooled as the sun went down, and even though the humidity had kept all of us sweaty, I didn’t care and neither did they. That was what shorts and tank tops were for, although I’d switched to a crop top after the other had gotten soaking wet.

  I didn’t care, but Jake got feisty at guys staring at my bra. Coop and Ian had both become roadblocks in front of me—this new possessive side of Coop was a definite turn on—while Archie laughed at all of them.

  Though turnabout had proven fair play when we stood in line for one ride and there was a girl who did everything but flash her boobs at Ian to get his attention. Not that he bothered to look at her once. Didn’t stop me from smiling at her, then standing on my tiptoes to give him a very solid kiss, one he returned easily and with a lot of affection. Our audience made a huffing noise, then looked at Jake.

  “Taken,” he informed her. “All of us are. Shoo.”

  That had me giggling. In fact, I giggled about it all over again when I saw that same girl as we climbed onto the ferry to head back to the parking lots. She stared at us of course. I was riding on Ian’s back because my feet hurt, and as soon as we were onboard, we went up to the top deck.

  “Enjoying yourself?” Archie asked, not missing where my gaze went, and I grinned at him.

  “Oh yeah, and I promise to show you all just how much when we get back.”

  Considering how tired I was, that was an ambitious promise. That said, it was seriously the best day ever.

  Until the next day, when Ian stole me out from between Jake and Coop, or later when Archie pulled me into the shower after we got back from a crazy day of play.

  And the day after that.

  Then the day we spent at the water parks.

  On the fifth day, we headed out to the swimming pool after sleeping in. Well, after Jake woke me up with slow kisses and caresses and Coop watched us. Not that he hadn’t been invited, he just waited until I was spent before rolling me over and working me all up again.

  To say it was nearly lunchtime before we emerged would’ve been an understatement. Archie just shook his head and said that I was sleeping with him that night so I could get some actual sleep. That just had all of us scoffing.

  Still, a day at the pool let me show off another of my suits. I’d worn the mostly one piece—sorta—to the water park. But I’d pulled out a bikini for lounging around the pool. The guys played and I read a book while I sunned myself, but at one point, I moved under an umbrella before I got a burn. The next day was gonna be our last, so we all voted on what would be our last stop.

  We went back to the beginning, and the guys indulged me as I got pictures with every single character we could find. In fact, we divided our time between rides and photos and a little shopping.

  I found some gifts for Rachel. I was pretty sure the glitter pink and fuzzy crowned mouse ears were going to be a real hit. I even found something distinguished for Jeremy, and the cats all got upgraded food bowls and a new water bowl. I might have had a little panic attack when I realized quite how much I’d been spending, but Archie talked me down with coffee and ice cream.

  Then he promised me I could pay for all my purchases, but not the hotel, even if I wanted to. The hotel had been paid for, and it was a present. I wasn’t allowed to pay for presents.

  That logic was such bullshit, but his smile was so genuine and his eyes so earnest, I had a hard time saying no, especially when he got me a second round of chocolate chip ice cream.

  “Fine, but our next vacation, I better get to split it fifty-fifty,” I told him, and he just grinned.

  “Babe, I love you. If you think the guys and I are ever going to let you pay a full half of—”

  “Fifty-fifty, Standish. What’s the point of the money if I can’t spoil you guys too?”

  At that, he opened his mouth, then snapped it shut as he considered me.

  “Sucks to fight your own logic, doesn’t it?” It was a little win, but I’d take it.

  “Maybe,” he mused. “I’ll find a way around that.”

  “But until then…” We toasted with our ice cream spoons, and then I dove back into mine and Archie laughed. We were still laughing when the guys found us.

  The next morning, I really didn’t want to leave. “I don’t want to go home,” I groaned, and Archie slapped my ass.

  “Who said we were going home?” He was way too damn cheerful. “Now come on, beautiful. Roll over. I want to eat you out until you scream and come all over my tongue at least twice before we shower.”

  Wait…what? Not that he gave me any time to process that before his sinful mouth made good on that promise.

  Chapter Sixteen

  No Shoes, No Shirts, No People

  Frankie

  We left the parks much the way we’d arrived, via limo that took us to the airport, but this time to a private airstrip rather than checking in at the commercial terminals. I slanted a look from one smug face to the next as the limo wound its way around and finally pulled up next to a private plane.

  Standish owned their own airline.

  Sometimes I forgot that.

  The driver moved around to the rear door and opened it to let us out, even as two other crew members approached the trunk and opened it to begin removing the luggage. No, I wasn’t going to ad
mit to the moderate amount of embarrassment that not all our luggage was in the trunk. We’d sent some bags back to Jeremy to join our other items shipping northward, and another set had already been brought to the airport.

  Archie slid out and paused long enough to hold out a hand for me. I gave him a look, and his eyes just twinkled. Behind me, Coop and Jake both chuckled. Incorrigible shits. Outside, the breeze carried elements of metal and fuel.

  “Private plane?”

  “Yep,” Archie told me, the corners of his lips twitching as he practically vibrated with the dare.

  “Hmm.” I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep my expression in check. “Nice.” Playing it cool was not my forte. Nor was it in my nature to hide my reactions, so I turned my back as I headed for the steps leading up into the plane itself.

  I’d been on exactly zero private planes in my life. Archie’s faint grunt of disbelief chased me. Beyond him, Ian’s soft chuckle joined with Coop’s and Jake’s. I gripped the handrail and then gave into the giggle working its way free and tossed a look over my shoulder.

  “Oh, you little…” Archie began, but I was already scrambling inside. Served him right. The teasing play muted some when the flight staff greeted us. Actual staff—two flight attendants, a pilot, and a co-pilot. The plane didn’t seem so huge on the outside, but it was far more spacious on the inside. A table with chairs. A sofa, lounging area, an actual bathroom with a shower.

  Holy crap.

  There was even a bedroom onboard.

  A shiver went through me.

  The staff would be toward the front of the plane where there was also a galley. The pricey coffeemaker promised just how lush and ritzy the plane was.

  “Good morning, we’re still waiting for final clearances. Flight time to Los Angeles is expected to be just under six hours. We will handle refueling and picking up the rest of the catering for the next leg of the flight. In the meantime, can I get you anything else?” The flight attendant’s nametag read ‘Sandy.’

  “That’s great, thank you.”

  Once we were alone, I turned on the guys. “Explain.”

  “You trust me,” Archie coaxed, and I rolled my eyes.

  “Without question, but private plane? Los Angeles? What are we doing?”

  “Friends of my grandfather loaned us the use of their island for a week, so we’re heading to Fiji, where we’ll take a yacht to the island.”

  A yacht.

  A private island.

  I sank back in my seat and gaped.

  “To be fair,” Coop offered, “the island thing threw us too.”

  “Not as much as the yacht,” Jake murmured. “Or the plane.”

  “I’ve learned to just appreciate Archie’s generosity,” Ian teased. “Just like you do. But if you don’t like it, Angel…”

  I flicked a look at him. “How could I not possibly like it? But this is… It’s almost too much.” It was a kind of affluent lifestyle we watched on television or in the movies. “This is like Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark level stuff.”

  “Batman or Iron Man?” Archie’s grin grew. “I’ll take it. But seriously, babe, we wanted to take you to the beach, and we wanted you to ourselves. The parks were a blast.” They had been, but we’d been surrounded by people. “On the island, we can skinny dip, you can sun topless if you want…”

  Jake almost growled, and I wasn’t the only one who glanced at him.

  “The only people who will see her is us,” Archie continued. “That’s why the private island works, besides this is all about us. But if you don’t…”

  I reached across the table and tangled my fingers with his. “I want.”

  Even if I never got used to the insanity of how they spent money.

  Head back, I interlocked my fingers with Archie’s as I rode his dick, slow and steady. Fuck, he felt so fucking good inside of me. Every surge of his hips pushed him up to meet me. Sweat slid down between my breasts, the sensation just adding another tingle to the riot each time I took him to the hilt. Leaning upward, Archie dragged me down until my nipple was at his mouth.

  The scrape of his teeth pulled at me, even as he let go of my hands and gripped my hips. Urgency had me bracing my hands on the wall above his head as he tilted my ass up. My first orgasm was right there, and I let out a cry as I chased it. He alternated between hard sucking pulls on my nipple and biting down gently. The conflicting sensations only heightened my awareness.

  “There,” I moaned, fisting his hair as he slammed me down on his dick. Every strike at that spot had me seeing stars, and he bit off an oath as I flexed and pulsed around him. The orgasm was both sweet and shattering. Only after he rolled me onto my back did I realize… “Archie…”

  “Shh, babe. I promise, it’s all going to feel really good in a minute.” His cock was still long, thick, and curved. The vein along the glistening bottom of it seemed to pulse. I reached out for him, but he pinned my hands. “Trust me.”

  Two words that melted me every time he said them. They were both a promise and a plea.

  He slid down the bed, and then his mouth was on my quaking pussy, licking, nipping, and sucking as he sent me tumbling over the edge. I was still shaking that fog when he speared two fingers into my ass and began to work me loose.

  “Do you remember that first night in my bed?” he asked against my thigh just before he bit, sucking gently at the hickey he favored right there. A part of me wanted to get a little tattoo there, just for him, so he didn’t have to worry about his mark ever fading away.

  “Every minute.” The last word rode a moan as he added a third finger. I was so used to this now, I welcomed the stretch and burn. Sometimes, the guys even talked me into wearing a plug during the day so I would be ready at any point. But this was the first time Archie had just gone for my ass alone.

  He’d done it for my birthday. That and… Another shudder went through me as I thought of him and Ian filling me at once.

  “Good, I’m going to keep one of those promises right now, babe,” Archie whispered. He gave my pussy one last lick before he eased his fingers out and moved away. He left the bed for a second, and I pushed up on my elbows slowly. Every limb was shaking. I’d put it down to air turbulence, but there was none.

  And I was floating higher than this plane if that were possible. Archie didn’t leave me long, he came back with a condom on his dick, and it glistened with fresh lube. I stared at him as he knelt between my legs and teased his tip against the rosette of my ass.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you come,” he promised. “I’m going to fill you until the only thing you need to find pleasure is the feel of my cock bottoming out in you. Filling your pussy,” he continued breaching past that tight ring of muscles with the most seductive burn. I didn’t take my eyes off his the whole time. “The stroke of me in your mouth, filling your throat…”

  “The taste of you,” I whispered, and he thrust forward abruptly. “The salty sweetness that’s all you, Archie. I love how it feels when you fill me, when you taste me, when you touch me.” He bit the underside of my nipple, and I let out a sharp gasp because he’d bottomed out into my ass, then I let out a cry. Oh, so full.

  This was so different from when he took my pussy, and yet I couldn’t look away from him as he began a slow, punishing rhythm that demanded all my attention. The stroke of their cocks in my pussy was one thing, but my ass was something else. Too often, it was only when they shared.

  “I love your pussy,” Archie said, sweat dampening his brow. “I love how it feels when you flex around me, when you flutter and milk me. But this ass… Fuck me, babe, this ass of yours.”

  A convulsion went through me, a lazy heat that went from warm and simmering to molten and surging through my system. Archie slammed his mouth down on mine, siphoning the oxygen as he chased my tongue with his, mirroring every thrust of his dick.

  Only on a handful of occasions had any of them done this, alone, and fuck me, it shredded me in all the best ways. I swore I scre
amed before his fingers skated over my swollen clit, but that was almost too much. Fingers dug into his shoulders, I sucked on his tongue, even as tears dampened my face and he swallowed my cries.

  With one last furious and punishing thrust, he let out a shout of his own, and then we locked around each other, trembling.

  I lost track of how long we lay there when Archie nuzzled a kiss behind my ear and eased himself out of me. “Thank you for my induction into the mile-high club,” he whispered, and heat flushed my whole body. A first he’d saved for me.

  The tears on my cheeks grew even wetter. His smile softened as he brushed them away.

  “We’re going to make every year better,” he swore to me, and I didn’t doubt him for an instant.

  We landed in Los Angeles on schedule, but we didn’t linger past the refuel and taking on dinner as well as breakfast. The next leg of the flight was ten hours. The guys had cards and movies. Jake tugged me back into the bedroom as soon as we’d reached cruising altitude and finished dinner. We were chasing the sunset, in a way.

  Instead of getting naked, we curled up together in the middle of the bed, Jake playing with my hair and my head tucked against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart made me smile.

  “Sometimes I miss you,” I murmured. He wore one of the new tank tops we’d picked up on vacation. It left his arms bare, and I could trace the muscle of his biceps with my eyes or my fingers. Tilting my head up, I found him smiling at me. He hadn’t shaved in five days, and I was getting used to the itchy scruff, even when it left beard burn following his kisses.

  “I’m right here, Baby Girl. Why are you missing me?”

  “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Sometimes, you feel distant and I know it’s not just you. It’s me too. There’s always something that seems to tug at me, pulling me away and…” I hesitated. I’d been hesitant to bring this up before, but even more so now. This vacation was exactly what we needed.