Keys and Kisses: Untouchable Book Three

by Long, Heather

  “Hey.” I pouted. An honest-to-god pout. “I was playing with that.”

  “Uh huh,” he said, then he was up and hooked his fingers under my shirt. “Off.”

  That morning when he’d given me the good morning kiss in bed had been one thing. Then he’d worked his fingers against my clit and teased me until I came. It didn’t seem to matter that I’d gotten off once that day.

  Nope. I wanted more.

  I wanted Coop.

  Scooting backward, I lifted the shirt up and off. The heat of his gaze scorched me as he watched, and then he grinned. “Panties too. Off.”

  “Hey now, bossy,” I argued, even if I had a hard time not smiling. “It was my dare, you’re the one who’s supposed to keep it up.”

  Clasping my legs, he hauled me forward over the bed, and I flopped onto my back, laughing as he gripped the panties and yanked them right down. “Don’t mind at all doing it myself,” he informed me, and then he just stopped and stared. His shorts hung off his hips, his cock jutting out, red, swollen and thick.

  Holy shit, it was thicker than I’d imagined. Dragging my gaze upward, I studied him. Coop’s whole posture had gone rigid, and he ran his thumb back and forth across his lower lip.

  I’d seen that look on his face before. He was laying out the plan for what he wanted to do. I was the subject of said plan. My nipples tightened, and I bit my lip as I let my legs spread just a little wider.

  When he flicked his gaze up to mine, he wore a delighted little smirk. “Happy birthday to me.”

  I groaned. The comment ruptured some of the raw tension and relaxed the tiny flare of unease and embarrassment that stealthed in when I wasn’t looking. This was Coop.

  My Coop.

  I didn’t have anything to worry about.

  “I really don’t know whether to I want to eat you out, or just slide into that pretty pink pussy that I’ve imagined for far longer than should be normal.”

  A shudder worked its way up my spine.

  “Or ask you to wrap your lips around me, because they’re swollen and puffy from kissing, and you already look like I’ve had you, even if I haven’t…then there’s that gorgeous ass.”

  As charmed as I was by the rockiness in his voice as he verbalized his debate, I couldn’t help but be turned on by all of it. Except… “What about my ass?”

  “I really want to play with it,” he told me so earnestly that I blinked.

  “Like…” I glanced at his cock and then up to him, and he nodded.

  “You said no part was off-limits.”

  Well, I had but…

  “We’ll go slow,” he promised, his rough tone dipping soothingly. “Not tonight. Too many other ways I want to do this. Fuck, Frankie… I’m going to sink into you and blow my load, I know it.”

  “It’s your birthday,” I told him, and held out a hand. Seriously, this was Coop. “We have time to do everything.”

  His eyes lit up, and then he dug into his pocket. His wallet and a small strip of condoms hit the nightstand. Then he shucked off his shorts and damn, he was so nice to look at. I wanted to devour him with my gaze, even as my palms itched to get my hands on him.

  “Truth or dare, Beautiful.” He reached for a condom and pulled it open as I watched.

  Licking my lips, I frowned. “It’s still your dare.”

  “No, I’m going to do my dare…” He pinned me with a look as he began to work the condom over his cock. “Truth or dare.”

  I was pretty sure I’d begun to blush everywhere, but this game and conversation while we were just a foot or so apart and butt-assed naked took on a whole new level.

  “Truth.”

  “How wet are you?”

  Considering he could see me clearly, I wouldn’t think that was a question he needed answered. Then again, that night Archie and I teased each other before our date…

  That had been so damn embarrassing when I’d done it then, and I had no idea what came over me. But right now? I knew exactly what I wanted or, I should say, who.

  Sliding my hand down chest, I skated it over my abdomen and then slipped it against my pussy. He tracked every movement with his gaze. Emboldened by the way he laser-focused on me, I spread the lips wide and then teased a circle around my clit. The sensation eddied up to add another band of tension. One more slow circuit, I dipped lower and press a finger inside to coat it with moisture and then withdrew it.

  His mouth rounded before he dropped a harsh little, “Fuck.”

  “Very…want to see?” When I held up my hand, he staggered forward a couple of steps and then locked his mouth around my fingers and sucked on them.

  My mind blanked as everything turned to sensation. He ran my fingers against his teeth and then slowly released them before he motioned with his chin. “Scoot up more, Beautiful.”

  I shifted even as he crawled up me, dropping kisses along the way. One right inside my thigh, and then he nudged my clit with nose.

  “I’ll be back,” he murmured, before kissing upward.

  “Coop,” I gasped as he grazed his teeth to the underside of one breast. “Did you just talk to my…?”

  “To my pussy?” he corrected with a soft bite of my nipple, never looking away from me. “Yes, I did. She and I are about to have a very personal connection, and I believe in treating every part of you right.”

  Laughter swelled through me. It was both dorky and sweet and so utterly him… Then his mouth was on mine, and the soft push of his cock teased my entrance.

  “Truth,” I murmured between the kisses. “Or dare.”

  He laughed as he began to press forward. The thickness seemed more somehow, and he gave little shallow thrusts, working his way in. When he urged my thigh higher, I went loose. He could maneuver me wherever he wanted. I’d stretch, I knew I would, but oh—the glide of him pushing inside narrowed the whole world.

  “Truth,” he groaned. Beads of sweat gathered along his brow, and I licked at his lips until he kissed me again. Tongues tangling, I slid my hands down to his ass and gave into an urge I’d had for a while. Cupping one hand against each cheek, I gave his butt a squeeze, and he pushed as I pulled forward. He sank all the way to the hilt, and I dropped my head back.

  ‘Cause the sensation was intense. Coop’s gray-green eyes seemed almost black as he stared down at me. The lights were on, we were on top of the covers, there were no secrets, and I could feel him deep inside where every muscle had begun to flutter at the intrusion.

  With a kiss to my throat, he studied me even as our breath came in these loud, little pants. Line crossed. No turning back from it. Never even occurred to me to hesitate. Not this time.

  Not with Coop.

  I adored all of them so much, and this…

  “What do you want from me?” It wasn’t what I meant to ask. I’d planned to tease him. Ask him about some stupid painting thing we did at school that we planned to give to our moms. It had never made it home. Not that I really cared, but it had been funny.

  That was what came out.

  I ached from the feel of him, even as I grew more used to him. I shifted my other thigh to pull it higher, to wrap my legs around him, and his face went strained.

  “Everything,” he assured me, and eased back almost as slowly as he’d pressed into me. The slow drag lit me up, but nowhere near as much when compared to when he pushed back in. Focusing grew hazier as I squeezed his ass, pushing up to meet him when he drew out the next time.

  “Truth or dare.” He gritted the words out, and I laughed.

  His muscles went tauter as I flexed around him and sweat slicked the contact. I was burning up, and we’d barely moved. Oh, I wanted him to…

  “Truth,” I gasped out the word, and then he kissed me as he pumped his hips, each thrust seemed to push him deeper, or maybe it was the angle as I kept arching up to meet him.

  He dug his hand against my hip and then hooked a thigh to push my leg higher. The stretch burned a bit, and then he snapped his hips forward and my wh
ole body jolted.

  “Can I have everything with you?” The question had me shuddering even as he increased the pace. The slide of his chest against mine sent fresh frissons of need to braid around the tension pulled so tight, it was going to cut me in half.

  “Yes.” He could have whatever he wanted with me, and then he kissed me, and the words stopped. It was just his body thrumming into mine, and mine spiraling as we clawed and pulled. The tension expanded suddenly, breaking with a wave that had me keening even as I cried against his mouth. The soft grunts as his pace increased just drove me harder, and then it all splintered.

  When he stiffened against me, I forced my eyes open. His face was a rictus of pleasured agony, and he sank down, panting against my ear. Eyes closed, I tipped my head back, boneless beneath his weight. I loved every inch of where he pressed me into the mattress.

  How long we lay there trying to catch our breath, I had no idea, but my eyes were getting heavy. Then he kissed the column of my throat. Another tender brush to my lips as he stroked my hair back. I tried to open my eyes wider, but he murmured a shushing sound.

  Then, “I’ll be right back.”

  The absence of him had me shifting restlessly, but then he was back, and the lights went out just before he slid into the bed behind me and pulled me against his chest, the big spoon to my little spoon.

  “Thank you,” he whispered against my ear. “That was…”

  Never caught that last word. The next time I woke, he pressed his cock against my entrance, my thigh up as he teased me from behind. My body was already lax and soft as he cupped my breast. “Please,” he asked, nuzzling kisses against my ear.

  A little laugh escaped. “How long have you been waiting to wake me up?”

  “Fifteen minutes,” he murmured almost mournfully. “But I wanted you here for this.” I slipped a hand down and eased him forward. His soft sigh as he sank into me echoed in my own head.

  There was no rush, just a series of lazy thrusts as he worked his way deeper. I couldn’t do anything at this angle but feel, and oh, it felt good.

  It seemed to go on and on, ramping just a little higher with each stroke, the climb so gradual that when he brushed his fingers against my clit, I wasn’t prepared for the wave to burst so suddenly.

  I clamped down on him, and his answering groan preceded the three or four hard thrusts before he squeezed me and then pinched around my clit just lightly, which only set me off again.

  This time when he left me, I didn’t move. I slipped right into a dreamless sleep.

  But Coop was still there when Tiddles woke me in the morning. His arms around me, his cock heavy and ready against my ass. A little laugh escaped me, but he hadn’t moved. Pushing the cat away, I twisted carefully, and Coop flopped on his back.

  He had said he wanted everything.

  Hopefully, he wouldn’t mind a little happy wake up call, because I was damn curious and a little sore. Trailing my fingers down his chest, I followed them with my lips. It took some time, nuzzling around his thighs, teasing the tip just lightly before he shifted and said, “That feels fucking amazing.”

  What had he said the night before? “Good, I wanted you awake for this.” Then I swallowed around the tip and began to work my hand at the base. It took some practice swipes and swallows, but I found a rhythm.

  My only regret was it was too dark to see his face when he came. But his grip on my hair never pulled or forced, he didn’t try to guide me. After, he dragged me up for a kiss and didn’t seem to care about anything else.

  “Best birthday ever,” he whispered, and I snuggled him. We had to move soon, the cats needed breakfast, we had applications to submit, and we both had school.

  But right now, it was just us, and while it hadn’t been my birthday, it almost felt like it was.

  An hour later, showered and dressed for school, I was halfway through a bowl of cereal when Coop let himself in the front door. He’d run home to grab his own shower and change.

  “Mom said morning, by the way,” he called as he went to put the key back.

  Standing in the kitchen doorway, I said, “Keep the key, and please tell me your mom said that after you showered and not when you still smelled like sex?”

  Because wow, had we smelled like sex. I’d even changed the bed sheets out for an older, cleaner pair ‘cause after the last few days—yeah, I was going to have to get more if we were all going to be here. Laundry was once a week.

  “After,” he promised, then held up the key. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I told him. “I’m sure.” It wasn’t like Mom was going to need it. She had her own key. “And I like the idea that you have it.”

  With care, he added it to his own keyring. “I’ll take good care of it.”

  Not even a doubt in my mind.

  “You ready?” He checked his watch. “Apps open in five minutes.”

  My nerves took off, but I nodded, even if I wasn’t. “Yep. Laptop’s set up. You have yours?”

  He’d pulled his out and followed me into the bedroom. He grinned at the bed before he flopped down while I sat at the desk.

  It could be weeks before we heard anything. The nerves weren’t necessary.

  Didn’t quell the panic though as the clock ticked over and I reloaded the application page to see it ready for me to fill out.

  “Hey, Frankie,” Coop said, and I glanced at him. “Knock ‘em dead. You got this.”

  Thank god he believed it, because that confidence boosted me. I smiled. “You too. They’d be idiots to turn down someone as awesome as you.”

  He winked. While the nerves didn’t vanish, they did abate some.

  College applications, here we come.

  The Lonesome Road

  Archie: Muriel’s in town.

  I’m keeping an eye on her tonight.

  Jake: I can go over again.

  Coop: Aren’t you working?

  Jake: Yep. But I’ll cut it so

  I’m there with take out when she

  gets off.

  Coop: Sounds good. I’m going to work

  late, lemme know if it changes.

  Bubba: I can go, if you guys

  can’t.

  Jake: You planning on sleeping over?

  Archie: Maybe not the best idea B.

  She’s still a little raw.

  Bubba: I’ve tried talking to her.

  Coop: You need more than ‘hey.’

  Archie: Sing her another song.

  Jake: Or try an actual apology. But

  I got it tonight.

  Later…

  Coop: I’m picking up the supplies tomorrow.

  Jake: You know everything we need?

  Coop: Yeah, looked it up on YouTube.

  Jake: LOL. Sry. Just funny.

  Archie: Can’t be that hard.

  Coop: Dude, I dare you to watch

  the video and tell me that.

  Jake: LOL My mom said she’d

  help.

  Archie: I still think we can just buy one.

  Jake: I’m with Coop on this.

  Coop: We make it, it’s special.

  Archie: We buy it, it’s still special

  Jake: Suck it up

  Coop: Come on, it’ll be fun.

  Archie: Fine, send me the

  damn video. If I can build

  a robot, how hard can a mum be?

  Still later…

  Bubba: You got a minute?

  Coop: Just waiting to pick up this

  last order. It’s late, dude.

  Bubba: Yep. Earlier… you guys are

  making her mum for Homecoming?

  Coop: That’s the plan

  Bubba: Is one of you taking her?

  Coop: All of us are.

  Bubba: What?

  Coop: We’re not playing swap

  the date. But she wants the whole

  high school dance experience.

  Getting a limo and going. All of us.

  It’ll be a g
roup thing.

  Bubba: …

  Coop: You should come.

  Bubba: How does that work?

  Coop: It doesn’t unless you try.

  Bubba: How is she? I barely get to

  talk to her and I’m worried.

  Coop: It’s been almost a week

  since her mom moved out and

  the shrew hasn’t said a word to her.

  How do you think she is?

  Bubba: I haven’t told my dad.

  Coop: Good. Don’t. We’re rotating who

  stays so she isn’t alone.

  Bubba: Archie said he covered her rent.

  Coop: Yeah, he’s gonna tell her that

  after Homecoming.

  Bubba: I’ll be there for Homecoming.

  Should I get myself there or join you guys in the limo?

  Coop: Excellent. I’d say limo, BUT

  we’ll talk to the guys first.

  I want Frankie comfortable.

  Later…

  Ian: Hey F. Got a sec?

  Jake: She’s in the shower.

  Bubba: Thanks.

  Jake: Everything okay?

  Bubba: Hope so.

  Jake: Cool. Crashing soon.

  Bubba: Friday’s gonna be a bitch.

  Jake: LOL at least we’re

  both playing