The best part of Thanksgiving break was just hanging out with the guys. We didn’t date so much as just spend time together. Archie practiced new chores. Dishwashing? Nailed it. The night for experimental cooking?
Well, it turned out that we needed to air the apartment out, and we still hadn’t been able to get the stench of burnt onions and garlic out of the kitchen. Coop and Jake decided that Archie and Ian were no longer allowed to cook anything but boxed stuff.
No way that could go wrong, right?
Fortunately, I had another skillet, because the last one was not going to survive. No amount of scrubbing could get the burnt residue off of it. Despite the various disasters—and yes, I totally took pictures of Archie cooking to send to Jeremy—I hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time. The downtime also let me get caught up on homework and start my new delivery job.
True to his word, Ian backed me when I told the guys what I wanted to do. Jake and Coop immediately began to list the different services and the pros and cons of them. Signing up to do the job was a lot easier than I expected. Coop and Jake went with me the first time, then Ian jumped in to go on the second. Archie came along for the third.
His running commentary on the orders and the app nearly had me running off the road, until I told him he wasn’t allowed to talk anymore.
By the night before Thanksgiving, though, I had earned about three hundred in tips from working several long shifts—well, long according to Jake and Coop, but the only thing in danger of hurting on me was my ass, so I didn’t listen to their assessment. The three hundred would be deposited the following Monday, and there were bonuses if I continued delivering over the holiday weekend.
The only day the guys pretty much argued with me about was Thanksgiving itself, and I could handle that. I figured if I tried to work the way I had my Mason’s shifts, that would be fair. They debated that, but we’d figure it out.
Ian and I did get more studio time on Tuesday—where he confessed he would be teaching kids to play instruments in the spring to help offset his studio use. I also got to learn a whole second chord on the bass, which was good because I couldn’t actually hold it yet, but Ian braced it in my lap while I sat in his.
The night before Thanksgiving, Archie and I left to stay at his house. I’d be having breakfast with him and Jeremy. We’d worked out a whole schedule for the day, and I’d made a bet with the guys because they didn’t think I could eat as much food as I was going to be offered. Particularly since I had plans with everyone.
Call me weird, but I was looking forward to the challenge. That, and being woken by Archie before the sun was even up, his hands on my thighs as he buried his face against my pussy. I was halfway to an orgasm before my eyes even opened, and my whole body curled up to the stroke of his tongue.
A string of curse words spilled out of me as he thrust two fingers into me and curved them upward at the same moment he locked his lips around my clit. The whole world fractured and split right down the middle as pleasure swamped me. I was still panting when he eased his way up to smile down at me, all kinds of proud of himself.
Not that I had any complaints. He cupped and teased my breasts, the stroke of his thumbs over the nipples making me squirm. “You back with me yet, babe?” The soft invitation in his voice added another