Page 187 of Tainted Romance

“So, I get to sleep on a dirt floor, and you get a bed.”

I opened my eyes. Frowning for a second, and then spotting Blake standing in the doorway.

I smiled and sat up, tucking the sheet under my arms. “Yeah, I have to admit I like this style of camping better.”

“You’re glamping, Allie. Not camping.” He inhaled on a joint.

Zane woke, his eyes on me, and he smirked. His hand going under the sheet, and running up my leg. I knew from that look he wanted a repeat of last night. God, he had teased me on purpose. Getting me so close then pulling back. It was torture.

He would have my whole body ready and then stop. Over and over he did it. I basically ended up begging for him to finish me which he did three times in the end. Twice with his mouth and once with him.

“You aren’t alone, Harris,” Blake snapped.

I smirked this time because Zane hadn’t picked up on Blake being here.

Zane groaned immediately. “Why is he here?”

“Good question.” I looked at Blake. And then got my answer by his grin. “Oh, not already!”

“Come on, Winters, you’ve never been a lightweight.” He blew out a mouthful of smoke.

“What are you two talking about?” Zane asked, looking between us, sitting up and his hand running up my bare back.

I groaned and put my hand out for the joint. “Tradition. That’s what he is on about,” I said, inhaling on the joint. “You know, Falcon, your mission at these festivals are testing my limits.”

“You’re already hitting the weed?” Zane frowned. “It’s not even eight.”

Blake rolled his eyes. “Tradition, Harris. We are stoned by twelve…”

“Drunk by six,” I added.

“And passed out before midnight,” he finished.

“Waking up Sunday with no memory of Saturday.” I handed the joint back to him. “Repeat it Sunday and then on Monday we somehow find our way back home.”

“Yeah, without Chase,” Blake added with a smirk.

I turned to explain to Zane, “We always lose Chase by Sunday. He disappears, and doesn’t come home with us, and then, maybe a week later, he shows up back at school.”

“Him and his benders,” Blake muttered.

“Like you can talk,” I said to Blake. “Ok, I’m getting up.”

“Good, because there are drinks to chug, weed to smoke, and Chase is up for a d and m.”

I groaned. “NO! I did it last year!”

“What’s a d and m?” Zane asked, looking confused and it was cute. I kissed his cheek.

“Deep and meaningful, and considering he’s Blake’s brother, he should be the one to have to have it with him,” I said, giving Blake a pointed look.

“Come on, Winters, he loves it when you listen because you actually do that. Listen!” He scoffed, “Now get up and put clothes on and don’t even think of telling me how you spent last night.”

“What? You can’t give me a lecture. I’m guessing this dirt floor you slept on you shared with Ebony.”

“I’m getting her on the weed too. I want to know what she’s like stoned.” Blake’s face lit up with his plan. “Because I know what it does to you. I wonder if it has that effect on all women.”

“Actually, it didn’t do it to me this time. I think the stuff you brought is weaker than normal.” I frowned.

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