The thought of Damien’s body radiating heat next to mine is enough to make me blush. “I don’t think Lake would care if we sleep in the same bed or not.”
“Maybe not now, but if we’re going to get comfortable with each other, we better start now.”
Chapter 13
Ivy
I wake up with my arm around his waist, and my leg draped over his. We had agreed to sleep in the same room last night. Somewhere along the line, the same room became the same bed. How bad could it be? I told myself. The king-size bed is large enough to fit both of us, plus two more people in between. I told myself I would keep to my side of the bed. But sometime during the night, I had slept so soundly that I rolled over not just to the center but to his side. And now my leg is pressing against his growing erection. Oh god. I peer at him. Thankfully, he’s still sound asleep and hopefully, I can disentangle myself without waking him up.
The hand is the easiest. Slowly, I lift my hand up from his bare chest. Holy hell, why does he have to sleep only in his shorts? His well-sculpted chest is begging to be caressed by a lover and sadly, I’m not it. Sadly? Be real Ivy, the man hates you. I withdraw my arm slowly without waking him up. Next, my leg. Unfortunately, any slight movement makes him even harder. Is this what they call morning wood? I try to slide my leg off his, but just as I am about to disentangle myself completely, Damien snakes his hand to my hip and holds me still. I freeze. He’s still asleep. I try to twist out of his grip, but he holds me even tighter.
“Another move and I won’t be responsible for my next actions,” he says with his eyes still closed. He’s awake. Had he been watching me all this time?
“I need to get up,” I say.
“One more minute,” he mutters.
Does he know? He must think I’m someone else. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be this playful with me. The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Suddenly, being this close to him is not as tantalizing as it was before. I struggle again out of his embrace, much more vigorously this time and instead of going free, Damien shifts his body, pulling me down and him on top of me. He imprisons my hands in his and thrusts them into the pillow on top of my head. His erection now nudging at my pajama bottoms. I’m not sure whether to thank or scold yesterday me who thought pajamas were a great idea.
“I said one more minute.” I’m lost in the deep pool of his gray eyes. No one should be allowed to be this handsome. No one should have perfectly shaped eyes, a perfectly shaped nose, and a perfectly shaped mouth like has.
Concentrate.
“It’s morning.” My words come out as breathless whispers, something I didn’t intend to do. He smiles. Or is it a smirk? I can’t tell. I’m too shocked by the cock against my pussy to think clearly.
“You look a little frazzled. Is it me?”
Yes! “No. I’m just,” I exhale and turn my gaze away from him. “I’m just—”
“Late? For work? You don’t have anything to do.”
“I do actually. There’s a call I need to make.”
“Liar.” His head lowers just a little. His eyes are focused on my lips. “Why do you always lie?” His voice is lower than a whisper and his breath caresses my lips. My stomach tumbles. He leans down, and I’m sure he’s about to kiss me when I hear the door bursting open.
“I’m ready! I’m ready!” The sound of Lake’s footsteps pit and patter closer and closer to the bed as he rushes in. I freeze,wondering what questions he would ask if he saw me in the same bed as Damien. I try to get myself out of Damien’s hold, but he imprisons me in his embrace, refusing to let me go. The duvet covers us, even so, I would rather confront Lake whilst I’m sleeping next to Damien than beneath him. At the last second, Damien lets me go and I slide next to him just as Lake comes to stand next to Damien.
“Good morning little champ.” Damien’s voice is cool and unaffected, as if it’s this image is the most normal thing in the world. Lake straightens his neck in that way he does when he’s made a faux pas or forgotten to perform a social norm. “Good morning Uncle, I mean Daddy! I’m ready to go to Disneyland” he frowns when he notices me for the first time. “What are you doing in Daddy’s bed?”
Damien slides behind me and draws me closer to his chest. “Mom and I sleep in the same bed now. Like all parents do.”
Lake furrows his brow, shrugs, and nods. “So when are going?”
“Have you even bathed yet?” I scan his outfit. He has on his favorite Spiderman t-shirt and the blue pants he likes to wear with it, but the clothing is askew.
“I washed my face?”
“That’s not enough. You have to take a full bath. And besides, we’re not going to Disneyland today. Your father has work to do.”
Lake’s face falls.
“We can go tomorrow.” Damien leans over, lifts Lake, and sits him down on top of the sheets between us. “We’ll have the whole day to ourselves
“You don’t have to inconvenience yourself. I can take him.” As much as Lake wants to be with Damien, I would rather go with Lake alone and not have to contend with Damien’s presence.
“I brought him so I can spend time with him and that’s what I’m going to do.”
Disneyland is heaven to the Lake. Damien pulls out all the stops and books a VIP tour for us, which means we get to skip the queues of most of the rides and enjoy first-class treatment the Mouse has to offer. Lake never stops smiling or cooing in wonderment at almost everything. Even I have to admit that he’s enjoying himself. Damien has been behaving himself and sticking to his word as he said. He’s not being smugly condescending like expected him to be, but is just as invested in Lake’s joy as any father would be. The only person not enjoying this trip is me and Damien is to blame.
