Ivy And Wine Ch 03

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I'm dreaming of floating through a deep purple sky sparkling with stars and the cloud beneath me is so warm it makes me wiggle down deeper into it. The cloud moans. I stop wiggling, confused. Clouds don't moan. Maybe that was thunder?

The dream drifts away as I realize there is thunder- and it's inside my head. I try to open my eyes, but they're gummed together with sleep and my mouth feels like it's been stuffed with packing peanuts. The ridiculously soft mattress under me moves, and the heavy weight on my hips tightens.

"Morning, Henny Penny." I barely recognize Damien's voice, low and rough with sleep. He buries his face in my tangled hair and squeezes me again, purring like a big cat. "Mmmmm. You smell like blueberries. I'm going to tell Dave to make us blueberry waffles."

Well, that's a new one. The last guy I woke up next to had stretched, scratched, passed gas and then bolted after leaving my toilet seat up. He certainly hadn't casually declared breakfast plans.

"Damien."

"Hmmm?" Muffled by my hair and the pillow, I feel him respond more than hear him.

"Let me up." I push at his arm and he reluctantly flops over on the king size bed. He's on top of the covers, fully clothed, but I somehow feel like we've been more intimate than any bed partner I've ever had before. Pushing the comforter off, I rush to the bathroom.

Darren's shirt hangs down to my thighs but it's narrow cut makes it tight enough that I blush at my reflection. My nipples show clearly through the thin white cotton, and anyone could make out the fluffy clouds and rainbows on my bikini briefs. I look around the bathroom fruitlessly for my clothes but I must have taken them off in the bedroom.

"Stupid." I mutter to myself. There's a packaged toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste on the counter, and I brush my teeth violently, berating myself in my head. I use the facilities and splash water on my face, slurping it up from my palms to try to ease the lingering headache. My hair is hopeless, a tangled mess around my shoulders that no amount of finger combing is going to help.

Hoping Damien has fallen back asleep, I peek out of the bathroom to find an empty bed. My clothes are laid neatly across the accent chair in the corner, with my sneakers tucked underneath. I get dressed quickly and follow my nose towards the empty kitchen.

There's a soft murmur of voices from the patio and Dave steps in, carrying a cup of coffee.

"Morning, sunshine." He hands me a mug and pours for me, nudging a crystal cream and sugar set towards me. Darren's voice rises sharply outside, and I flinch. When he comes in, buttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, I avoid his gaze, slouching down against the counter and sipping my coffee.

Dave catches Darren by a belt loop and pulls him over, bending to speak softly in his ear. I move away to give them space. Damien meanders into the kitchen, his hair still dripping onto his golden skin, black silk pajama pants hanging off his hips. He slips in between his arguing partners to reach the coffee pot, and Darren's hand slides casually down his back, his fingers curling possessively around his waist.

Watching them is a painful pleasure. They're so comfortable with each other, and I'm envious of the little touches and intimacies between them.

"What's the plan for today?" Dave asks, slicing bagels and handing them to Damien to put in the toaster. Darren moves to the refrigerator and pulls out a bowl of pale green grapes and another of strawberries. "I've got to go to the McLaren job and make sure the tile guys finish that bathroom."

"I'm taking Penny shopping." Damien puts the first blueberry bagel on a plate and plops it down in front of me. "I want to go to the Vine tonight."

"Of course you do," Darren mutters over his coffee cup. "It's Friday." He looks at the heavy gold watch on his wrist and sighs.

"I have to go in and rewrite the Jacobson settlement again. That woman is insane." He shoves his empty mug in the dishwasher, kisses Dave and Damien and gives me a quick smile.

"I'll be home around three. Make sure Damien doesn't wear you out, love. He can be relentless."

Damien flips him off and Dave laughs.

"He's right and you know it. Penny, don't let him turn you into Goth Barbie. It wouldn't suit you."

The two men walk out together, laughing, and Damien rolls his eyes. His smile when he looks back at me is almost predatory, his hazel eyes sliding over me in appraisal.

"Like I don't know what's going to look good on my girl. Eat up, honey, we're going all out. Those two won't know what hit them tonight."