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“What?”

That lip puckered even further, her nose wrinkling under the weight of her scowl. “You were tickle fighting without me,” she snapped again, leaning away to cross her arms.

A grin spreading ear to ear, relief flooded my system. Standing upright, I slowly approached, wiggling my fingers. “You wanna be tickled, too, acorn? Huh? I’ll getcha!”

She flung herself to the side and squealed with a high-pitched cackle when I gently attacked her sides. Rolling all around his arms, his palm spread across her back to hold her balance. Relentless, I found all the sensitive spots on her sides, belly, and armpits while she laughed so hard, she cried.

“Hey, hey,” Dash chuckled, kneeling to set her on the floor. “Careful now. I can’t hold you while you’re doing that. Daddy’s still hurt. Ah, shit, ow.”

As soon as her little feet hit the floor, she took off, her infectious giggle ringing in the air. I chased, and then Dash followed suit, though not as quickly. The three of us, laughing hysterically, were running all over the house, taking turns tickling one another. No pain, no wounds, no ghosts, just the three of us having a goddamn good time.

It was well earned and so damn rejuvenating.

Chapter 39

Dario “Dash” Mangiacavallo

Monday 10.07.2019

Hanging the last of my clothes in the closet, I backed out and shut the door. My heart thumping, I rubbed my palms on my jeans and turned around to look at the room, my stomach a ball of nerves. It was done, just that quickly we started on Friday and here it was, Monday, and everything I wanted to keep had been moved into Vincent’s home.

Our home. This was where Piera and I belonged now. Pulling a deep breath, my cheeks puffed out with a slow exhale. My hands wringing together, I stared at the bed with a sense of fear and exhilaration.

“Whoa,” I muttered quietly, propping my fists to my sides. What the hell did I do? This was my idea! I practically begged a man to let me live with him…as his lover. My idea!

Boots shuffled the floor behind me a few seconds before his heat was at my back. My heart skipped a beat and my eyelids closed, my stomach quaking. His nose brushed against the back of my ear, his hot breaths tickling my jawline. Very slowly, his hands slid around my sides to my abdomen, his lips grazing my lobe.

Very quietly, very huskily, he said, “You’re shaking,” and spread his palm over my stomach.

“Mm hm.”

My eyelids lifted to gaze at our reflection in the mirror over the dresser. That morning, he had cut his hair back to its usual short length and I was freshly shaven. Our bodies basically the same size in height and bulk, our skins naturally tanned, we both had dark hair and light eyes. Though I was a year older, his features were a little more rugged from always scowling, aging his appearance. And yet, as we stood there, his arms around me, his face nuzzling my neck and face, I couldn’t see a single thing wrong with us as an image. It was nice, I liked it. I fucking loved it. We looked damn good together.

“It seems every time I touch you, your stomach shakes.”

Every nerve ending prickling, a nervous chuckle pushed through my nose. “It’s a good thing, Vin, promise.”

His other hand crept lower and cupped my dick, tugging me closer so our bodies were meshed. I groaned, tipping my head back to his shoulder. His lips trailed kisses over my neck and cheek, up to my temple, and back down to my ear. Squeezing and pulling, my cock got hard in record timing.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered, my skin prickling with excitement.

His tongue swirling my ear, he unfastened my jeans and pushed them down. My gut coiling, I was panting, so ready for this. Kicking off my shoes and then my jeans, he walked me to the bed and I lowered to my knees. Before I could lie down, his face was burying between my cheeks, his tongue flicking the hole.

“Oh…shit!” I croaked, my muscles shaking. My weight to one fist in the mattress, I gripped my cock, leisurely stroking.

He moaned, pushing the cheeks apart, swirling faster and faster.

“Oh, my god, yes.”

My muscles gave out and I crumbled to my stomach. Vincent quickly tucked his face between my cheeks again, his zipper grating louder than usual. Abruptly standing, he patted my ass and lowered to a knee between my legs.

“Scoot up, baby.”

Crawling further up the mattress, I was scorching hot, the lust bursting into flames to burn into my soul. “Vinny.”

He lowered himself, spitting on his fingers. My skin already soaked from his tongue, he pressed his tip to the hole and eased inside with no resistance.

My jaw fell, my face turned to the blanket. Fisting the sheet under the pillow, my breaths were bouncing back to heat my skin. Inch by wonderful inch, his amazing cock spread my muscles and sank deeper, deeper, deeper. When his lower abdomen curled over the curve of my ass, we both emitted a groan at the same time, every hair standing on end.