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“I just… can’t believe it,” she admitted with a shake of her head. “If you’d asked me where I thought I’d be just a year ago… it wouldn’t be anywhere near as perfect as here.”

“Well, believe it, babes,” Tate said, tilting her head in his direction with a single finger beneath her chin. “’Cause you ain’t getting rid of us now.”

As they traded the joint between the three of them, Wendy grinned, the happy floaty buzz enveloping her slowly.

“I’m really happy,” she admitted, staring out the window as Tate’s and Arlo’s jokes trailed off into a comfortable silence. “So, like. Thanks for that.” She laughed lamely. There weren’t words in the English language to describe how she felt just then.

“We’re the lucky ones here, don’t get it mixed up,” Arlo said, passing the joint to Tate. It was only a little bigger than the first joint of her thumb, and he rolled the tiny thing between his thumb and forefinger.

“Come here, you,” Tate said, and flipped the joint around.

“What are you doing?” Wendy asked, brows furrowed.

“Sharing,” Arlo answered for his mate.

Tate pinched the end of it between his teeth, the end still lit in his mouth, and cupped the back of her head gently. His lips brushed hers, paused, waited, and Wendy parted her lips as smoke poured from his mouth. She breathed it in, filling her lungs in warmth and letting her eyes drift closed.

Once her lungs were filled, he leaned back, her eyes fluttering open in his absence.

“Can I have one?” Arlo said.

Wendy leaned toward the window, blowing the smoke out and watching it dissipate in the evening air. Arlo took her spot, and she shamelessly watched.

It was like a kiss, but not. She watched the smoke flow from Tate’s lips to Arlo’s and a slow heat sank low in her stomach.

That’s kinda hot.

When the joint was too small to handle, Tate smushed it out in the little engraving on the inside of his case and then packed it away.

With a sly grin, a plan in mind, and the tease of Tate’s lips on hers, Wendy made her way back toward the blankets. Stood over them like she owned them.

Which, didn’t she?

“So… ya’ll gonna get the fuck over here before the other two get back?”

Tate almost tripped in his hurry to crash to the blankets below her.

“Nic drives like a grandpa, we have plenty of time,” Arlo drawled, walking a little slower.

Wendy focused on her bonds for a moment, knowing they couldn’t be that far from how… intense they felt.

She chuckled to herself and deemed they did have plenty of time.

“Get that ass down here so I can bite it,” Tate growled.

Wendy sat at the edge of the blankets, pausing as his words registered.

“My ass?”

Wendy screeched out a laugh as Tate pulled her across the floor with a hand wrapped around her ankle.

“Unless you have a preference for elsewhere?” he asked, flipping her over.

“Do it, Wendy. Imagine how good spanks will be,” Arlo teased.

“I don’t get spanked!” Wendy argued.

“Oh, but you will,” Tate promised.