“Told them if they kept bugging you on my time, I would keep you overnight.”
I snorted. But my phone stopped blowing up and hers started.
She was still laughing as she started the car. “Feel better?” she asked, giving me a side-long look.
“I do,” I admitted. I really did. Even though tonight was my normal date night with Archie, he hadn’t protested in the slightest when I headed out with Rachel. Even told me to have fun. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,” she told me. Then, as we were heading back to my place, she said, “You know, you could tell me who has the biggest dick if you wanted to make it up to me.”
“You don’t care about dick,” I said with a groan.
“Nope,” she agreed. “But you do, and I want to know you have all the dick you need.”
I was still laughing when we got to the apartment, and Rachel helped me get the giant bags inside without them seeing what was in them. Course, she did that by telling them I was exhausted and hurting.
Bitch.
Five Sleeps
Archie: I have a car picking us up to take us to the airport. It’s an early flight.
Jake: When are we planning on telling her?
Bubba: I still can’t believe Rachel got her to shop.
Coop: Rach is good. I wanna know how you
bribed her into doing it.
Archie: Told her no way she could pull it off.
Jake: LOL
Coop: Yeah, I see that.
Archie: Anyway, car picks us up early at Frankie’s.
Takes us to the airport. We’re flying first class, early flight.
We have a car waiting for us on the other side.
Jake: We renting one?
Archie: I would, but they prefer drivers to be 21.
So I hired a service. We’ll have a car whenever we need one.
Bubba: Holy crap, man. I wanted to help pay for this…
Archie: Nope. My treat. The lodge will be stocked.
Jake: Lodge, so your grandfather came through?
Archie: Yep. We’ll be close to good skiing.
But we’re also going to have privacy. The staff will
give us space.
Coop: The staff.
Jake: …
Archie: You guys want the details or
do you want to be asses?
Bubba: They can do both. Keep talking.
Archie: The staff is there to facilitate, but it’s basically
the five of us and that’s it. We’re going to have a live tree delivered.
There’s also going to be one just like the one we put up at her place.
Jake: I know we’re packing Frankie. Do
we pack the presents she already put under the tree?
Archie: Nope, Jeremy is going to ship everything up
when he comes to pick up the cats. He’ll also have someone in
to deep clean the master while we’re gone.
Bubba: So, we just add our stuff
and he ships that up, too?
Archie: Yep. Jere will get it there.
I also arranged for a couple
of skiing lessons. I’ve been.
Jake: I know how.
Bubba: Ditto.
Coop: Never been. Never seen more
than like four inches of snow that melted the
next day. She’s going to lose her mind.
Archie: Good. Now, last bit of
business…
Jake: LOL Business.
Archie: The lodge has several rooms.
We’ve all been sleeping with her, so I’m making
sure she gets the largest, but I think we should each get
our own rooms.
Bubba: Because we’re all going to want
our own time.
Jake: Definitely.
Coop: So a schedule?
Archie: Yes and no. I want options.
I like having her to myself some nights.
Jake: Agreed.
Bubba: Fair.
Coop: So, last question.
When does the screaming orgasm count begin?
Chapter Fifteen
Leaving on a Jet Plane
The last day before holiday break was always a half-day. This year, it also served as an unofficial senior skip day. The principal had announced no seniors would be reported if they didn’t come to school. Unsurprisingly, my phone blew up with texts from Jake, Coop, and Archie.
Archie: Skip day!
Coop: No brainer.
Jake: Freedom, Baby Girl.
I bit back a grin and cast a glance over at Ian, who had his own phone in his lap. He’d rolled his eyes and snorted, but we both skated through math class without paying a lot of attention. The last few days before the holiday were such a waste. The only things really happening this week were class ring and Letterman jacket pick-ups.
Since I was getting neither, no skin off my nose.
Coop and I went out to do deliveries in the evening when I’d pulled a longer shift than normal. I’d finally gotten the cast off earlier that week, and the doctor wanted me to take it easy. I had exercises to do, but he didn’t think I’d need actual physical therapy. We’d revisit it in a few weeks. Best news he could have given me, really.