Page 139 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

Besides for the unwanted overabundance of love that I didn’t ask for, there was a reason I snuck out of bed, without waking him up. I was not used to all this caring. It was very uncomfortable. Not to mention…

“My ass can’t take anymore.”

“Well, buck up.” Gio’s palm landed on my left cheek making me squeak a wince. “I haven’t even begun to break in your ass.”

There would be no breaking in. I did not agree to this.

“Uh, no.” I shook my head. “Uh huh.”

My ass was officially off limits.

“Your refusal didn’t work so well last night when I had my thumb in your ass.”

“That doesn’t count because you started when I was asleep.” Who did that? Who fucked someone in their sleep? Gio Mancini that’s who. The last thing I expected was to wake up with a dick in me. It was kind of hot though, and it did explain my overly sexual dreams.

“He fucked you in your sleep?” Atlee dropped his elbows on the island countertop and propped his chin up with his hands. “Tell me more.”

This was not story time at the after sex club. Thankfully, Gio was more than happy to intervene, so I didn’t have to.

“Why are you here?” He asked while shooting Atlee a dirty look.

That was a good question. Atlee didn’t live here. I didn’t think so. There were a lot of rooms in this house, so maybe he did?

“I couldn’t go anywhere without making sure our little Small Fry was okay.”

He really needed to come up with another nickname. But at least it wasn’t some Italian saying I’d never know. One day I’d remember to look up whatGattinameant.

Gio’s brow arched, “did you stay here all night?”

“Of course.”

Atlee spent the night here, to make sure I was okay? That was kind of sweet.

“Where else am I going to find that fine of an ass at eight am?”

And, he ruined it.

Gio’s glare fell down to me, “when did he see your ass?”

How was I in trouble for that?

“It’s not my fault he felt the need to forcibly check me for bruises.” Asshole. Don’t give a girl whiplash first thing in the morning. He should know that. He had sisters.

“Why?” Gio’s eyes widened. “Did Simon hurt you?”

Oh my God what was it with these two?

“I’m fine.” I wouldn’t be if they didn’t stop fawning over me, then I might stab them with a banana.

“Do I need to remind you what fine stands for?” Atlee sang.

To which I said, “Do I need to shove a banana up your ass?”

The corner of his mouth curled. “Someone’s kinky in the morning.”

Really? I mean it wouldn’t surprise me if Atlee had had something shoved up his ass, or shoved something up someone else’s ass. But that was something I did not want to think about.

And, now I was thinking about it.

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