“Good grief,” Jen muttered. “As long as I have you two, B, and the two fur butts you two got saddled with,then,yes, we will be okay.”
Jacque set her cup down and stood up. She pushed Jen over so that she was in the middle of the couch. The alpha female wrapped her arms around Jen. Then Sally did the same from the other side. Jen used her free hand to place it over the two of theirs that were clasped together. They sat quietly for a while until Jen sighed. “Sometimes, I won’t be all right, though.”
“We know, babe.” Jacque squeezed her hand. “That’s what wine, friends, and men are for.”
“Man,” Decebel called out. “Not plural.”
“What if a threesome is the therapy I need?” Jen called back while her two best friends buried their faces in her shoulders, their bodies shaking with laughter.
“It’s not.”
“How do you know, B?”
“Because you don’t have a postmortem fetish, and a third participant would most definitely be dead.”
Jen shook her head and continued to poke the wolf. It seemedthiswould be her therapy for a while. “I hear new fetishes are all the rage.”
“Then pick something else, like knitting.”
“What the—” Jacque sputtered as laughter burst out of her.
“Hmm.” Jen pretended to think about it. “Does that mean you’re going to sit in a rocking chair naked and knit me crotchless panties? Because I might be able to get into that. Pun intended.”
“You should really think harder about fetishes before you just blurt something out.” Costin’s voice came through the door.
“Oh, really?” Decebel snapped. “And what would you suggest?”
Muffled voices came from the other side of the door.
“Are they seriously going to discuss fetish possibilities?” Sally whispered.
“Shh,” Jen and Jacque said at the same time.
“That has possibilities.” Decebel sounded thoughtful.
“What did he suggest?” Jen’s eyes bounced from Sally to Jacque. “Are you getting anything?” She tapped her head, indicating their bonds.
“I got nothing,” Sally said pitifully. “Costin’s locked down tight.”
“Don’t worry, Sally mine. I’ll have you locked down tight soon. No need to be jealous of my fetish.”
Jen tried to pick something out of Decebel’s brain, but he was singing the alphabet in Romanian. Punk. “Whatever it is, B, it better be epic.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” he purred. “I’ve always got you.”
Yes, yes, he did. She snuggled deeper into the couch with her best friends. “Okay, so now we have to come up with some fetishes of our own. They cannot out-fetish us. We could never hold our heads high again.”
Jacque shrugged. “Who would know they out-fetished us?”
“Whoever hears me moaning in ecstasy when Dec’s fetish turns out to be hotter than fireballs.”
“To be clear”—Sally held up her hand—“you’re talking about the candy, right?”
Jen blinked and looked at her brown-eyed friend. “Are you and Costin into fire play?”
Sally shook her head.
“Then why would you think I would mean literal balls on fire?”
