49. Luna
FORTY-NINE
LUNA
TWO MONTHS LATER
“I can’t believe you’re actually moving out,” Gianna said, dropping a box on the floor. “This is a sad day.”
Luna shook her head. “You guys are literally in the house next door. We’ll still see each other every day.”
“Not every day,” Valerio cut in, wrapping his arm around her. “I need some proper time with my wife.”
“We hear your proper time almost every night,” Blair said, pretending to gag. “Believe me, we’re more than happy for you to have your own place.”
Luna blushed a bright red, pushing herself into Valerio’s side. “I tried to be quiet.”
“Now we don’t have to,” he declared, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“So where’s my room?” Dante asked, clapping his hands. “I think I deserve the master bedroom, but I guess I could negotiate.”
“Hell no,” Valerio told him.
“We’ll dedicate a guest room to you,” Luna told him. “But you’re limited on how often you can stay here.”
After everything that happened, everyone relied on each other. Dante had the hardest time, waking up from nightmares to not sleeping at all, to not eating, before finally Valerio was able to force him into a healthy routine. It helped him, and slowly they were getting him back.
“Deal,” he grinned. “I can have some sick ass parties here.”
“No,” Valerio shouted immediately. “No parties here, ever.”
“Still not sure why the two of you needed such a big ass house,” Allister said, dropping a box on the counter.
“I’m picky,” Valerio said.
“I told him it was too much space,” Luna said. “He said we would use it all effectively.”
“Oh, eww,” Gianna muttered.
Cecilia walked in, a scared look on her face. “So, I may have broken a lamp outside, but I don’t think it was an important one.”
“This is why I said we should get movers,” Valerio groaned.
“It’s fine,” Luna said, waving him off. “This is more fun anyway.”
“I might as well offer you all a drink since I’m not paying you,” he said, walking into the kitchen.
“What the fuck? I was promised money,” Dante said, following after him. Allister shook his head, headed in the same direction.
Luna turned back to Cecilia. “Has Augustus heard from Finn?”
She gave her a sorry look. “No, but he does know the general location of where your brother is. He’ll come home when he’s ready.”
Luna sighed, her worry setting back in. As soon as they got home, Finn left, claiming he needed some time alone. Luna knew he was taking it hard; she just wished he would talk to her.
“Who is taking care of the Kingsley assets?” Blair asked.
“Me and Valerio for now,” Luna said. “I just want Finn home. I know he could handle it. Besides, it’s too much for Valerio. Between handling the transfers of all the Vitali businesses to everything going on around here, he now has to focus on what Finn should be doing as well.”
Gianna frowned. “He’ll come back home soon.”
“I can only hope so.”
The boys came back into the room, handing the girls their drinks. They all cheered, wishing the happy couple all the best in their new home. They would have stayed longer too had Valerio not kicked them out, claiming he had enough of all of them.
They managed to get one box opened, not even emptied, before they decided it was enough for the night. Returning back to the mundane was exactly what she needed. She struggled with her own nightmares, some worse than others. But every night, she woke up in Valerio’s arms and slowly everything became easier.
“What are you doing? I thought we were celebrating all night,” he said with a grin, getting onto the bed.
Luna groaned. “Moving is exhausting.”
“Come here,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “Let me draw you a bath. It’ll help you relax.”
“Just a bath?” Luna asked, raising her brows.
Valerio leaned in with a seductive grin. “You know, I picked this house specifically for how much open woods we have behind us. What do you say for a quick run? Unless, of course, you're too exhausted for that.”
Luna let out a breathless laugh. “I think I can manage.”
Valerio lifted her off the bed, walking them down the stairs. She managed to get to the tree line before he was behind her, tackling her to the floor on her stomach. He ripped the jeans off her legs, exposing her pussy to the cold February night air, but luckily, there was no snow on the ground. Without hesitation, he entered her, thrusting and fucking her until he was sure the new neighbors could hear her moans. She came harshly, her body shaking before he came right after, filling her.
“My perfect good girl,” he muttered, carrying her inside their home. “I love you.” He kissed her again and again.
“I love you too,” she told him. “Is that bath still available?”
“For you? Always.” He gave her the same grin she had fallen in love with, carrying her up into the bathroom.
They didn’t have any furniture out yet and the home didn’t quite feel like them, but it would soon. This was a new start for them. One that they got to shape together.
And that was perfect.