Prentice kept talking. “What do you think, is Elle ticklish or no’?”
Elle’s body went tight again as Prentice’s arm locked around her and Sally’s head snapped to the side to look at her.
Elle tried to jerk away, saying warningly, “Pren –”
“Aye!” Sally squealed. “I think she is!”
Then Sally pounced.
Prentice turned to Elle. As Sally wriggled and writhed, trying to get to Elle’s ticklish spots with her fast-moving, little girl fingers, Prentice held her against him with one arm and tickled her with his free hand.
Relentlessly.
But then Prentice knew where her ticklish spots were already.
Giggling so helplessly she could barely move, she managed to turn her back to Prentice but he kept her close and continued tickling her. Finally getting control of Sally’s squirming body and tickling hands, Elle pinned Sally’s back to her front and returned the favor, giggling as she tickled Sally while the little girl laughed herself silly.
They all stopped when the bed bounced and they looked at its foot. Jason was sprawled on his side, his eyes were dancing and a smirk was on his lips.
“I’d say she’s ticklish,” Jason muttered dryly.
Elle heard Prentice chuckle.
Elle and Sally didn’t laugh, they both just smiled at Jason.
“All right, everybody up. It’s muffin time,” Prentice ordered.
Sally scattered and Jason rolled off the bed.
Elle stayed where she was, mainly because she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
Prentice also remained in bed and it was highly likely this was because he wasn’t wearing anything.
“Jace, shut the door. We’ll be down in a minute,” Prentice called.
“Aye,” Jason replied.
Sally turned at the door and asked, “Can we switch on the oven?”
“No,” both Prentice and Elle replied.
Sally made a face, looked at her brother and trotted out the door.
Jason’s eyes took in Prentice and Elle, he looked to the floor and left, shutting the door behind him.
Prentice instantly rolled into Elle, taking her in his arms.
Elle tried to push away.
She failed.
“We need to get downstairs,” she informed him.
“Aye,” he replied softly, his eyes roaming her face. “But I need to kiss you first.”
“Pren –” she began but was cut off when he did what he said he needed to do.
She found, in short order, she needed it too.