Whispers and Wishes (Untouchable Book 4) Page 9

  “Kiss me?” I whispered. “Like, really kiss me?”

  When one of his hands slipped away from my breasts, I almost complained. Almost. But he pushed up onto his knees and cupped my chin before gently running his finger over my lower lip. “Still hurt?”

  “A little.” I could lie and say no. “But it doesn’t sting anymore.”

  He pressed his lips to where the cut had been. A butterfly kiss, there and gone again. “Hurt?”

  “No.”

  Another kiss, this time to the corner of my mouth. “Here?”

  “No,” I said with a smile.

  He brushed his lips to the other corner. “What about here?”

  “No,” I whispered, and put my left hand on his chest to steady myself. He caught my right and lifted it gently until the splinted hand was on his shoulder. Then he pressed his lips to mine, a whisper of a touch. “No,” I said quickly before he could say anything.

  “You don’t know what I was going to ask,” he teased. Another gentle touch. “What if I was going to ask if I could slip you tongue?” He traced his tongue over my lower lip as if to make a point. “Or if I was going to ask can I take off your shirt before I kiss you?” He squeezed my breast, and my nipples tightened more.

  “Coop…” It came out more a whimper than a complaint, but he nuzzled a path of little kisses to my ear.

  “Can I take off your shirt, Frankie?”

  I shuddered. “Yes.”

  It would be easier with his help anyway, or I’d have dragged it off by now. He caught the hem of the tank top and lifted. Even if everything in me screamed to rush, he took care to free my left arm first and then moved it gently down my right and over the split and off without jostling anything.

  All of my complaints fled at the fierce and focused expression on his face. The cool air against my breasts had me moving close to him until I was chest to breast. When I slid my hand down his chest toward his very erect dick, he paused and watched me with a small smirk.

  “Not going to wait for me to say truth or dare?”

  I snorted. Indignant. “You haven’t even done your dare yet, you don’t get to com—” His mouth closed over mine as he clasped my nape, and I groaned. This was what I’d been missing. He darted his tongue in to duel with mine, chasing it as he deepened the kiss. These wet, long, tongue-twisting morning kisses. I closed my left hand on his cock, and his moan vibrated right through me.

  If not for his hand on my hip and his other on my nape, I might have fallen because I only had my right for balance, but I didn’t want to stop kissing him, even as I began to stroke him. I’d really missed this. Missed touching him—any of them. The hugs, the cuddling, and the holding were great, but I drowned in the feel of Coop devouring my mouth.

  His dick was hot in my palm, and with every squeezing stroke I made, he pushed forward against my hand.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, releasing my mouth long enough for me to gasp in a breath.

  “I think that’s the idea.”

  He paused with his lips touching mine, and I swore his eyes widened a fraction, then laughter flowed out of him and I grinned. The corners of his eyes crinkled as his mouth stretched into a smile. “You really are feeling better?”

  There was hope and hesitation in that question. I licked my lips. “I know a way I could be feeling a lot better.”

  He sucked in a breath before covering my hand on him. “You keep that up, and I’m going to be over before we get to the fun part.”

  This was kind of the fun part, but I appreciated the warning.

  Then, focusing on me, he said, “Truth or dare?”

  I groaned, but I couldn’t deny his playful smile. “Whichever you want.”

  “That is not how this works, Francesca.”

  “Call me that again while I have my hand on your dick, Cooper.” I glared at him. “I dare you.”

  “No, I’m good,” he replied, all sweet smiles. Then he pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Truth then…top or bottom?”

  I hesitated, because I almost wanted to say top, but I didn’t want to whack him with the splint. It was heavy, and without something to rest it on, it would start making my wrist ache.

  “Bottom,” I decided, and goosebumps raced over my skin as he traced his hands to my hips. “I’d say wherever with you too, but I have a feeling you might swat me.” I loosened my grip on his dick, albeit reluctantly, and he gave a little sigh as I reached for my shorts.

  “Uh uh.” He nudged my hands away and then lifted and twisted until I could lie with my head on the pillows. Then he took the time to fluff up one and placed it under my right arm.

  I really missed having it right now.

  He stared down at me for a moment, and my face heated. The flush spread down my chest as though warmed by his gaze as he stroked it over me.

  “You’re so pretty, Frankie,” he whispered. “I don’t think I ever tell you that. But you are. You’re gorgeous.”

  Now my cheeks flamed for real, and he grinned.

  “But one second.”

  I swallowed as he slid off the bed. Where was he going? Admittedly, I had a really nice view of his ass as he bent, but I wanted him here not there. The sound of a zipper sliding on his backpack answered the question. He turned around with a pair of foil wrapped squares.

  “Ambitious,” I teased, and he chuckled.

  “I’ve been hard for a week. I’m pretty sure I’m going to go off like a shot and then need to recharge, but I’m all about giving it the effort.” I just wanted him to touch me. He set the packs on the bed and then reached up to catch the waistband of my shorts. With one light tug, he pulled them down and then stared at me.

  No barriers at all.

  “Really. Really. Pretty.” After pressing a kiss to my ankle, he brushed another to my knee as he worked his way up to my thighs. My heart hammered triple time as he pressed a kiss to the crease where my leg joined my hip. “It’s your turn.”

  Fuck.

  My turn?

  “Truth or dare?” Right. I knew that.

  He grinned as if reading my mind.

  “Truth or dare, idiot.”

  He chuckled the bite down lightly on the same place he’d kissed. His hands were so hot on my thighs where he began to stroke them up and down. The seesaw of nerves to excitement from earlier ratcheted higher as the tension in my belly drew ever tighter.

  I ached to touch him and have him touch me. And at the same time, I grinned down at him. It was hard to not smile at Coop when he grinned up at me.

  “Truth,” he decided before licking me from entrance to clit, and my hips arched as my brain cells scrambled. I couldn’t form words because of the way he slid his tongue in hard circles around my clit before sucking on it, and I twisted in his grasp, but he kept my legs open with his hands on my thighs. Everything in me clenched as I squeezed my eyes shut. He didn’t let up for an instant, the pressure intense and demanding, and then relief burst through me as I tipped over the edge.

  I was still trembling when he chuckled and kissed a path up to my breasts. When I got my eyes open, his lips were shiny as he licked them slowly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that.”

  Laughing, I fisted his hair and dragged him up toward me. He kissed me without hesitation, and I sighed against his lips. He had most of his weight on his hands, but he still draped me, and it was damn nice. I rocked my hips up against his, the first brush of his cock against my pussy had us both hissing. The angle was just there, and he pressed forward, the first nudge of his tip demanding, then we were both straining.

  I stretched, oh, I’d forgotten the intensity of the stretch as he rocked into me, pressing deeper each time. The drag was so much more, and I bit down on his shoulder by the time he sank all the way in.

  “Fuck,” he exhaled against my ear, and I shuddered.

  It was too much and not enough. Oh, I wanted to move. Why was it so much more intense? Everything in me seemed wholly focused on him. My inner muscles fluttered, and the
n I clenched, and he let out a hiss.

  “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

  The punctuated cursing dragged my eyes open, and I met his stare. “What?” We were both panting, and I swore my heart raced at woodpecker speeds to escape my chest.

  “I hate to do this, sweetheart,” he moaned, and I swore I pulsed around him as he started to pull out.

  “Wait,” I groaned as he eased out of me.

  “Have to Frankie,” he said, his jaw tense and the muscles there clenched. “Need the condom on.”

  Shit.

  I banged my head back against the pillow as I stopped locking my legs and freed him so he could pull all the way out. It had felt so good. Not that it didn’t feel good with the condom, but that had been so different.

  “One sec,” he said in between pants, and there was something gratifying about the fact that his hands shook as he got the condom opened and rolled on. I licked my lips as I watched him.

  “Thank you.” The whispered words pulled his glazed eyes up, and he stared at me. “I didn’t notice and it was…it was really nice to just feel you.”

  “You have no fucking idea,” he replied in a ragged tone. “You feel beyond fucking amazing. But…not risking you.”

  No.

  Better safe than sorry.

  “Maybe someday…”

  “Oh yeah,” he said slowly. “We’ll figure it out.” With shaking hands, he shifted me a little and then moved forward. The first brush of him wetting the tip against me sent little shocks through my system.

  I ached for him all over again. “I’d like that,” I told him, and he grinned as he nudged forward again. Inching in with that gentle rocking motion like he hadn’t just been in me, and we were both straining by the time he sank inside.

  “I’d like a lot of things with you,” he admitted before he kissed me, and I managed to get my legs wrapped around him. Coop was doing most of the work and having a great deal of care with my right arm, not that I minded if he jostled it. Instead, I ran my left hand over him everywhere I could reach and sucked on his tongue as he thrust it against mine in time to the rhythm he set.

  Somewhere in between kisses, he huffed a laugh.

  “Still your turn.”

  I giggled, torn between want and hilarity. I adored him so much. This was why we’d been friends forever. “I forgot what you picked.”

  He kissed a path to my throat as he hooked one arm under to brace my shoulder, and then he lifted my thigh with his free hand. It shifted the angle, and I swore I was seeing stars with every stroke.

  “Truth,” he reminded me, then sucked down against the top of my breast.

  Right.

  Truth.

  “Um…” Oh fuck. It was hard to think while he was doing that. I dragged my hand to his hair to pull his head up. He came at my call, but his thrusts grew fiercer and faster.

  “Yes?” he managed to tease me, but the veins in his neck stood out. This was just as much a strain for him as it was for me.

  The tension coiled tighter and tighter, liquid heat sprawling out through my system.

  “What things—” Dammit. “What things do you want—” Oh, he was going to kill me like this. “—want to do with me?” Triumph surged through me for getting it out.

  His groan echoed my own, and he kissed me, his tempo increasing. I was burning up, and my skin slid against his. The friction sent shivers racing everywhere. Lips pressed against my ear, he whispered, “Watch you with the guys.” Holy shit. “Maybe join in.” The images that conjured. “Definitely sandwich you with Jake.”

  I came. The image alone sent my whole system into overdrive, and it spilled over me as I shattered. I might have screamed. Pretty sure I cried out, but I was shaking and clenching against him as he went rigid and then shuddered. Clinging to Coop, I floated as he buried his face against my throat. It might have been my imagination, but I swore I could feel him pulsing.

  Oh.

  Coherent thought just wasn’t there. His skin was sticky and tacky against mine. The rush of his breath as it puffed against my neck. The hammer of his heart, or maybe it was mine. Those came into focus and then, bit-by-bit, my body made its protests known. I ached from head to toe.

  So. Did. Not. Care.

  This ache was so good.

  Coop…

  He lifted his head and grinned down at me. “We have…ten minutes, I think, before the guys get back.”

  Oh. Yay.

  Guys.

  I might be able to move by then.

  “You want a shower, sweetheart?”

  I looked up at him, blinking slowly. Handsome. Sweet. Fun. Coop was kind of the whole package. I flexed around him, and he gave another shudder.

  “Did you mean it?”

  “About the shower?” He quirked an eyebrow.

  “About me with the other guys?”

  A slow grin spread across his face. “Oh yeah. That’d be hot.”

  He was still in me and I was still shaking from that orgasm, and I still blushed. “And a sandwich with Jake?” ’Cause now that he’d brought it up, all I could do was see it.

  “Figure he’s gonna be more willing. You know, Archie doesn’t always like to share. Might have to work him up to it.”

  Oh. Shit. Now I was trying to picture that.

  “And Bubba’s still working on getting his head out of his ass.”

  I bit my lower lip.

  “So Jake it is.” Then his grin turned teasing. “Does that turn you on?”

  “I didn’t say truth.”

  His mouth formed a little ‘o’.

  “And I think we’re putting a pin in the game for now.”

  “Bad Frankie,” he teased, then nipped my lower lip with absolute care. “I wanna know.”

  “Ask me again…” I encouraged him. “When I’m not still riding this pleasure high.”

  “I will,” he whispered, and then he kissed me slowly. “I’ll ask you as many times as you like.”

  By the time we pulled apart, I was all spaghetti legs and arms. Coop chuckled as he helped me stand, and then we leaned on each other on the way to the shower.

  “And, Frankie,” he promised. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.” His stare held me in place. “You just asked what things I wanted.”

  I had.

  “I really enjoyed experimenting,” I told him, and he laughed again. After turning on the water, he got the plastic over my arm while I sat all loose limbed on the closed toilet.

  “Definitely. Great start to the day.”

  You know, he really wasn’t wrong.

  And now that he put those images in my head?

  Yeah. I was definitely turned on.

  Chapter Seven

  Lies, Lists, Plans

  The rest of the day passed in a rush that dragged unbearably in places. It rushed when the guys first got back, and Jake got a knowing look in his eyes. It took Archie a beat longer, and then I was blushing when he slapped Coop on the back and gave me a very firm and warm kiss. Still, it was kind of nice. It dragged when I had to try and work with my splinted wrist. The guys were all about helping me, but a little part of me really hated the fact they had to help.

  Okay, a big part of me. I just despised being ‘helpless.’

  Still, we spent the day getting me caught up on homework with the guys playing the part of my hands since writing was right out. It was weird to try and work out math problems with Ian when he started to solve it for me, and I had to pinch him to make him stop.

  Papers for lit with Coop typing was hysterical, ’cause he kept adding his own asides. Archie had government all laid out, and it was a lot of reading, and he typed up my paper for me as I pulled the facts together.

  I was exhausted by late afternoon, and the guys decided to cook dinner with me supervising. In retrospect, that wasn’t the best idea. They didn’t burn down the kitchen, but they did set off all the smoke detectors, freaked out the cats, and had to toss the charred chicken they’d broiled for thir
ty-five minutes rather than three to five.

  I don’t think I’d laughed that long or that hard in a while. The tears rolling down my face were as much from the laughter as the pain the laughter left me in when my side cramped.

  After the evidence had been disposed off and the smoke aired out, Archie and Coop left to grab dinner for everyone, and it was down to me, Jake, and Ian. The fact that a storm had rolled in during the day and lightning kept flashing outside promised Coop and Archie might be a hot minute.

  “I’m going to grab a shower,” Jake said, giving me a studying look before flicking his gaze to Ian then back to me. “You okay with that?”

  “I’ll be fine. I think Ian and I can manage unsupervised for a few minutes.”

  “But only a few,” Ian countered, his tone dry. “Because we know Frankie gets mean when she’s hungry.”

  My stomach chose that minute to gurgle, even as I glared. “Hey!”

  Really, the gurgling just undermined my outrage. Jake snickered, and I stuck my tongue out at him.

  “Real mature,” he said with a grin and a wink. “Behave.” Then he strolled up the hallway, leaving me flopped back on the sofa with my feet on the coffee table. Ian had packed up my books for me and slid everything into my backpack. I still had some more homework to do, but we were leaving it for tomorrow. Calculus assignments were mostly done, there was one more and Ian said we had two quizzes. Government was done, that was probably the easiest.

  There was a test in there I had to take, too. I had to do some reading for lit, fortunately I didn’t need my wrist to read a book. I was worried about European history, but Jake wouldn’t even discuss it until the next day. The TA work wouldn’t need to be made up, and that just left French.

  I’d been tempted to message Mathieu, but the look of reproach I got from all four of them had me discarding that idea. Fine, I’d sent an email to Madam instead. Geez. Mathieu could probably catch me up faster, but it wasn’t worth the argument.

  “You’ll get caught up,” he said lightly, and I slid my gaze to meet his. His blue eyes warmed as he smiled at me. “Don’t look at me like that, I know you. You’re making lists in your head.”