Leopard Ch 01

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LEOPARD is the second of four novellas that follow one story from the perspective of each of the characters. IVY AND WINE is the first novella, told from Penny's point of view.

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There's a huge stack of media mail on the checkout desk and I smile when I see it, knowing how happy Penny is going to be. As I round the corner of the desk and reach for an empty cart it's whisked out from under my hands.

"Excuse me!" Brenda barks, her feathered and frosted hair vibrating just under my nose as she barges into my personal space. Her Eau de Imitation perfume burns my nose as she aggressively shoves the cart away. "I'm using this!"

"No problem," I say mildly, giving her just a little bit of exaggerated camp in my voice. "Guess it's good that I put all that time in at the gym this week!"

I scoop the packages into my arms and toss my head, putting a swish into my steps as I head to the back. I can feel Brenda's outraged gaze burning between my shoulder blades, but Penny's leaning over the computer desk, and I immediately feel my aggravation evaporate.

"Penny, daaarling!"

Her head pops up and she smiles. My heart stutters in my chest at the sight of that slow, shy curve of her full lips, and I cover for my idiocy with some silly prattle. I watch the pink bloom into her cheeks as we talk about books, loving how she glows even under the fluorescent lights.

Everything about her has captivated me since the first time I saw her, surrounded by toddlers as she made up silly voices for a children's book. I'd just ducked into the library for a cookbook on a whim and there she was, placed in my path like a gift from a divine hand. I watched her read while pretending to browse the historical fiction, memorizing everything from the straight slope of her nose to the weave of her loose cardigan.

I'd waited until she returned to the circulation desk to check out, striking up a conversation just to hear the slight lilt of her questions. I went home in a fog of what Dave had called "twitterpation," desperate to see her again. Eight months later, I was putting in nearly a full work week volunteering just to spend time with my obsession. I've been patient, but virtue is wearing me down.

My eyes follow her throughout the day, my ears attuned to the cadence of her voice as she moves through the stacks and checks out customers. I try to put myself between her and Bitter Brenda, turning the older woman's endless criticism and complaints on myself. Despite my best efforts Penny looks wilted and discouraged as she stands on the front steps at closing time with her keys still dangling from her fingertips, her gaze vacant.

"Hey, pretty lady, want a ride?"

She startles out of her thoughts and gives me a weak smile. As I usher her into the passenger seat of the Tesla, I can't keep from indulging myself. My hands are drawn to her like a magnet to iron, and settling her in, making sure she's safely buckled, gives me an excuse to touch her. She smells like fresh fruit and books, sweet and subtly spicy. It makes me hungry, in a way no amount of food could satisfy.

"You need a girl's night," I tease. "Wine, good food, gossip." She laughs me off, mumbling something about pizza and a book. I know all about Penny's books- fantasy with so much spice and kink they should have parental advisory stickers. She still blushes when I catch her reading them and I wonder what she would do if she could read my mind. The things I want to do to my sweet girl should come under the counter wrapped in brown paper.

I've been trying to get Penny to come home with me for months. When she reveals her depressing plans for the holiday weekend I see my chance. Catching her hand, I rub circles on her palm until she relents, letting me entwine our fingers. Her hands are such a complete reflection of her- soft, smooth, with sensibly short nails and a muted sheen of pearl pink polish. They fit into mine like puzzle pieces, perfect.

I don't let go of her until we reach my home and I have to open the gates. Her eyes are wide, shocked at the opulence of the house. I've joked about being a well-kept man but I deliberately underplayed just how well, not wanting to distance her from me. Money is a two-edged sword, opening doors with one side and closing minds with the other. I don't want anything coming between the two of us.

My stomach tightens with nerves when I see the silver flash of Darren's Land Rover at the corner of the house, realizing that both of my lovers are home already. I make light of it knowing that I can't turn back, but I don't let go of her hand.

Only Dave is in the fragrant kitchen, dancing while he cooks, and I let out a sigh of relief. Dave is my rock, as steady and reassuring as the sunrise. I catch Penny's eyes wandering down his chiseled body before jolting back up to his head, her thoughts as easy to read as a billboard.

"I brought Penny," I whisper in his ear as I stretch up to kiss him. He smacks my ass playfully, his eyes lighting up.

"About time," he murmurs back, and I step back to let him work his charm on her, watching her body language start to relax. She makes small talk with him while I pluck grapes from the appetizer platter, trying to keep my hands occupied.

Darren slams through the French doors and Penny freezes, her entire body tensing up. I curse under my breath and start forward, but Dave steps in before I can rescue her.

"Tone it down, jackass," he snaps in Greek. "You're scaring our guest." He gives me a subtle sign and I scoop up the wooden serving board, giving Darren a warning glare.

"Don't you dare fuck this up," I add, tilting my head toward Penny. He has the grace to look embarrassed, his eyes finally registering her presence and narrowing with interest. I flounce out with the food, keeping a sharp ear out for any sound of distress. I love them both, but Darren is intense, in the way only the truly driven can be. My sweet, sheltered girl has no defense against that kind of force of personality.

The fire is started nicely when I hear them at the door. Penny's flaming face and damp eyes have me at her side in moments, pulling her away from my men as she tries to reassure me. She fusses at my pampering and I ignore the amused looks between Dave and Darren. They have their own agendas that merge with mine, but they don't know her the way I do.

She's twisting the cuffs of her cursed sweater down over her hands, her nails making tiny red half moons in her palms. I push a plate of finger foods into her hands to stop her from mutilating herself any further and start yammering like an idiot. I don't even care what I'm saying, all that matters is watching the furrow of her forehead relax and hearing her laugh. The wine stains her lips to the color of roses and the fire warms her skin to gold. She relaxes against me, her soft curves torturous as they meld against my body and I finally get up the courage to do what I've wanted to do for ages, pulling her dark blonde hair from its fussy bun and letting it spill down her back.

The wavy strands are silk under my fingers, sliding across my hands and filling my head with her berries and spice scent. Darren's eyes zero in on the way they catch the light, gleaming. His hypnotic gaze moves to her face, and I feel her sway towards him. I smile, knowing all too well how it feels to be drawn in by those dark eyes, that soft, persuasive voice. Dave looks at me, eyebrows raised, and gives me a tiny warning shake of his head. I nod slightly.

As much as I'd love to see Penny spread out on our sheets, she's had far too much to drink tonight. She overbalances and I catch her, pulling her back from Darren's spell. She struggles in embarrassment, babbling about her phone and her searching hands end up in my lap.

That one brief touch has me harder than stone, ready to throw decency out the window and her over my shoulder. I can almost taste her skin on my tongue. Dave clears his throat in amusement, and scoops her out of my reach. Probably a good thing- I lose my mind around this girl. I take a deep breath, dropping my head back against the cushions of the couch, and Darren's laugh ghosts across my skin as his mouth comes down on mine.

"Poor baby," he teases. "Imagine how Dave feels- he's the one tucking her in."

"Dave's as close to a saint as we'll ever see," I retort, letting him drag me to my feet. "Go get my girl something to sleep in."

"Our girl," he reminds me darkly, catching me and pushing me against the wall. He nuzzles behind my ear, nipping and licking, and I groan, sinking my fingers into his shoulders.

"Patience is a virtue, love."

With another dark laugh he steps away, leaving me glaring after him, my whole body tight and aching with want.

I follow them slowly, taking deep breaths and willing my needy cock to settle down and get with the program. The altar in our bedroom gleams in the low light, and I stop before the statue of Dionysus. Dipping my fingers into the glass of wine and honey, I anoint his head, letting my touch trail down to the patient leopard at his feet.

"You brought her to me," I murmur. "Now help me keep her."

Some trick of the shadows turns the God's face into a leer and I find myself laughing. Trust the deity of wine and madness to turn a heartfelt prayer into a dirty joke.

I can hear Darren and Dave down the hall so I plaster on a happy smile and rush off to rescue my princess, again.

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I'm awake long before Penny starts to stir, cataloging her features in the pearlescent light. I lift her tousled hair from her face so I can memorize the intricate swirls of her ear, breathe in the warm, rich scent of the tender hollow of her throat. She snuggles down into the comforter, her lips parting in a contented sigh, and I bury my face in the silken strands cascading over the pillow. My hand splays across the soft curve of her stomach, and she scoots closer to me, her deliciously rounded ass tantalizing my already aching cock. I can't stop the moan that escapes me, and I curse myself as she freezes mid wiggle, burying my face in her hair to hide my lustful thoughts.

When she pushes me off her, I feign sleep, watching her scurry towards the bathroom. Her breasts bounce under Darren's t shirt, her nipples begging for my mouth. I slam my eyelids closed, counting slowly backwards from twenty, until I can get out of bed without hobbling.

"Good morning, babe." Dave is brushing his teeth at the sink in our bathroom, the mirror still fogged with steam. I slip into his arms and hold on for dear life. I can smell Darren's Yves Saint Laurent cologne on his warm skin over the scents of soap and mint.

"You should make blueberry waffles," I mutter. "I'm craving them."

"Some of us work for a living, rich boy," he teases. He nuzzles my neck, kissing me softly behind the ear. "You'll have to live with bagels."

"Fine." I huff out a breath. "I'm going to take Penny shopping. I want to take her out with us tonight."

"Sounds good to me. Just..."

"What?" I ask, delighted by the blush that creeps up his tanned throat. He looks at me, then glances away quickly, his words rushing out.

"Lace. I want to see lace on those gorgeous tits. Please?"

I laugh, so in love with his sweet self I feel dizzy.

"She's perfect, isn't she? Her mind, her personality-"

Dave cuts me off with a hard kiss and a smile, leaving me to grin like a fool at my reflection in the misty glass. I strip as fast as humanly possible, stepping into the still warm shower and turning the water on full blast, letting the heat soak into my skin even as it exacerbates my restless, aching need. I refuse to resort to cold showers over something as easy to resolve as a hard on.

I tilt my face up into the spray, letting the hot water sluice over my head and down my back in a rush, my dick aching and throbbing with every heartbeat. The body wash feels cool in contrast, filling the steamy air with a rich, spicy scent that invigorates me. My slippery hands slowly travel over my own skin, fingers wrapping tightly around my erection, squeezing impatiently against the straining flesh. I run my thumb lightly over the piercings running up the underside of my cock, wondering what Penny will think of them.

The thought of how her mouth would look wrapped around me, those pink lips wet and swollen from kisses, gleaming with the first pearly drops of cum- a shudder runs through me that has nothing to do with the water and I slide my hand faster, squeezing and slipping on the soapy skin, rolling my palm over the head.

A low groan finds its way from my lips as I think about my beautiful girl, stretched wanton and willing on my sheets, of the sweet scent of her hair and the smooth, warm skin of her shoulders and her heavy breasts. I wonder what her skin will taste like, if she'll scream or moan, if she'll sob for me when I finally sink into her. My balls tighten and tingle and I gasp as my climax spills in a scalding wave over my fingers, onto the porcelain to be rinsed away down the drain.