There's a buzzing somewhere off in the distance, rhythmic and pulsing. It tries to wake me but silky soft skin and hard muscle under my face keep me here... sleeping and warm and so god damn comfortable.
The buzzing accepts its defeat and becomes silent once more.
I nuzzle my face against a warm neck and big hands caress my spine in response. I let out a contented sigh and push my hips back to find more warm and silky muscles, strong legs wrap around mine trapping me between heaven and my heart.
Happy place achieved.
My mind slips back into a more sleepy state, where I'll stay forever and ever, just like this.
Or until the startling loud and almost violent sound of the room phone starts screeching like a wounded cockatoo two feet from my ears.
I jolt awake with a curse and the reflex notion to kill it dead, automatically I scramble over a mountain of a body and reach out for the receiver just to make it stop.
"What?" I grumble with sleep thickening my voice, it's also possible a hangover is beginning to raise its head now I've moved my own.
"Good morning, sunshine.... My oh my it's a beautiful day.... Hungry?" Kallie greets me with way too much enthusiasm for.... I look for a clock, ten in the morning.
"Well, well... look who got laid?" I try not to smile, I don't want to let her off that easy.
The body under me starts to move, hands take hold of my waist and a head nuzzles my bare chest that's just hovering at eye-line.
I look down and see Donny's beautiful smile.
"You didn't?" Kallie puffs, not one for the sexual spotlight.
"Oh I did... I really did. Best. Night. Ever" I smile shyly at my main man.
"Wow... even with Jerome hanging around?" Kallie wonders.
"I kept Jerome busy, don't worry about that" I blush and glance over at the now awake Jerome who rolls to his side to watch me straddling Donny. "Tell me about Prince Charming? He's a one and done, am I right?" I tease while Jerome reaches out to take my hand, he guides it to his lips and kisses my knuckles while his eyes stayed glued to mine.
I could swoon.
"No...! We did it twice I'll have you know, the first time was pretty hot... it ended pretty quick, for both of us.....but the second time.... Three hours and twenty six minutes of slow, slow loving. I thought my lady parts were on fire for a while there" she brags.
"It's fine, it happens to all of us at one point. A quick trip to a doctor will clear that burn right up" I tease making her gasp in outrage.
"Breakfast, ten minutes. Wear something nice, I have someone for you to meet" Kallie orders sounding eerily like my mother.
"Nice? Like my dress from last night? I didn't exactly pack for a weekend away" I grumble.
"No problem, I'll send you up something. See you soon" she hangs up while I sit on Donny with a pout.
Donny takes the phone from my hand and places it back where it belongs, then he takes my face in both hands and he pulls me down to kiss his hot mouth.
He doesn't rush the task of saying good morning, the way his tongue moves slowly starts a small fire in my own lady parts.
"I don't care who she has for you to meet, you're taken" Donny growls against my lips.
"Silly, teddy bear" I smile against Donny's lips.
"Want me to find something to keep busy?" Jerome mumbles from his pillow.
I try not to notice the jealousy or the hurt in his tone, last night was amazing and I gave him absolutely no credit for that.
"No, you must be exhausted from being the worlds best pillow all night. You may rest now" I offer a smile in apology.
"I already miss the feel of your breath on my neck, I can't imagine sleeping without you tonight" Jerome smiles just a little too.
My smile disappears with his words, Donny caresses my hips but turns to look at Jerome with confusion too.
"Where are you sleeping tonight?" I try to sound casual.
"Home, I have things I need to do today... you two probably want some time alone" Jerome sits up against the headboard showing off his amazing stomach.
"What things?" Donny almost snaps.
"Don? Jerome has a life, other friends and stuff... he's not our prisoner" I caress Donny's cheek to soothe him.
