Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Sebastian
A fter multiple rounds of fucking, we finally collapsed into what would inevitably be a sex coma. I hadn’t felt bliss like this in my entire life. I was only still awake because my mind wouldn’t shut off. It just kept replaying images of Darcy as I fucked her all through the night.
It just wouldn’t stop—the sensations, the cravings for more—it was like we were two gluttons at the buffet of sex, not exercising any self-control at all. Nor did we want to. I turned over, the light of the morning sun streaming into the room, and I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was ten in the morning. In all my life—even when I was sick with the flu—I’d never stayed in bed so late but relaxing into the high that’d carried over from last night felt good.
I glanced at where Darcy slept on her stomach, blonde hair cascading over her left arm and down her back, her face turned toward the doors that led into the en-suite bathroom. We’d torn the bedding off the bed like two sex-starved maniacs, and I was extremely thankful for that because it offered me the perfect view of her body.
My eyes roamed over the white skin of her perfectly round and taut ass, which was highlighted by dark bikini lines that looked sexier than hell. Her tanned skin was the perfect bronzed and golden tone, kissed by the rays of California’s sunny weather.
I wished we were in a sounder relationship because if that were the case, I’d rouse her awake by delicately kissing every part of her naked body that I was fortunate to examine while she slept.
Instead of torturing myself with everything her tantalizing body was doing to me, I decided to shower in the bathroom on the other side of the villa so as not to disrupt her sleep. Before that, I needed to text Ricardo and inform him that we wouldn’t need his cooking services this morning as I’d planned to cook for the woman who satiated my starved appetite for sex last night. It was the least I could do since I knew this was as far as we could take our relationship.
Still, even though I knew that, I wanted more. Hell, I wanted her for the rest of my life. Not just the sex and her perfect body, I wanted her . My heart knew precisely why it fell in love with this woman, but my mind still couldn’t place it.
“About last night…” Darcy said while I spread avocado on a second piece of toast to accompany the scrambled eggs I’d made from the contents in the fridge.
“Last night was incredible,” I said truthfully, turning to where she’d sat on a bar stool, wearing a long white sheer coverup. “I wasn’t sure how you like your eggs cooked, and since I don’t have much kitchen experience, I took the safe route and scrambled them. Hopefully, they’re not rubbery.”
“No worries. I hate eggs, sorry,” she laughed and shrugged, and I couldn’t help but smile. “As I was saying, though…last night?”
“What is there to say? It was amazing, and so are you, gorgeous,” I said, scraping the eggs from the pan onto the plate I’d prepared for myself.
“We can talk about how we fucked like it was our honeymoon, maybe?” She paused and frowned, “Actually, I don’t think people fuck that much on their wedding night, much less their honeymoon.”
“Well, if we were newly married, I assure you that we would, so why couldn’t anyone else?”
“Because, Sebastian,” she said, seemingly frustrated that I was in a fantastic mood, and she was trying to level with everything we’d done. “You and I aren’t married; we aren’t even in a real relationship, and I don’t want you to think I’m like this with men. Especially men I couldn’t stand up until a few days ago. I don’t know what got into me?”
I sat next to her on a barstool at the counter. “Lust, desire, and need,” I said with a humorous smile, kissing her temple, before digging into the plate of food I’d set next to my glass of orange juice. “I provided the dick, and you used it to satiate all that.”
“Oh, my God,” she dropped her head, pulling her hands through her hair. “I can’t believe we did this. And no,” she looked over at me with the combative look I’d grown used to and loved, “I didn’t just fuck a dick because of desire and needs or whatever. I fucked you of all the people in the world I could fuck.”
“You’re regretful?”
“Fearful is more of the word I’m aiming at. What the hell was I thinking?”
“Did you enjoy it?” I questioned, hoping to move this regret out of her system.
“Of course I did, and that terrifies me.”
“Instead of being regretful or fearful for fucking me, just enjoy the fact that it was good.” I took a bite of eggs, hungrier than I’d been in forever and wishing I’d made more because they weren’t half bad. That or I was just starving. “I will be honest and say it was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Well, I have to admit, you’re up there with some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”
I placed my fork on the table after cleaning my plate and stared into her eyes with a smile, “I’m up there with some of the best sex, eh? Tell me, who’s up there with me?”
“I mean, you don’t?—”
“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to make me feel like, out of all the sexual relationships you’ve had, I am nothing special and that having sex with me was comparable to others you’ve been with.”
“So?”
“Well, I find that rude,” I said, being direct and adoring her sudden embarrassment for trying to lie and keep a wall between us.
“I’m not being rude; I’m being honest,” she said, and by the look in her eye, I could tell she was just spouting off shit to protect herself from me.
“Okay,” I returned to my meal while she nibbled on avocado toast. “So, if I tell you that having sex with you was up there with some of the best sex I’d had with my wife and others before I got married?”
I glanced over at her timidly eating her avocado toast and smiled. This was unlike Darcy; I wanted to move her past her worries. The Darcy I’d come to know was the type who would’ve devoured her plate of food by now and eyed what was left on mine, wanting that too.
“Listen, I just don’t want us to get mind fucked. That was definitely an unexpected thing we did last night, and though it was , if you must know, the best sex I’ve ever had, we shouldn’t have done it.”
“But we did, and now we can both agree that we are truly quite the match.”
“Right,” she rolled her eyes in irritation, “quite the fucking match. A match made in hell that can never go anywhere, and now I am wondering what the fuck I’m going to do. Nat warned me about this shit with you.”
My eyes widened at the same time hers did. The only difference in our gestures was that she practically slapped herself in the face, covering her mouth with both hands.
“Oh, shit,” she said, eyes closed and lips silenced by the death grip she held over her mouth.
“Oh, shit, is what I was about to say,” I said, wholly shocked this little gemstone had revealed our secret to Natalia Monroe, of all the people she could slip up around.
She shook her head. Even if I wanted to be upset that Nat probably told our lie to everyone we knew, which was probably why they all showed up at our house last night, I couldn’t. Darcy looked too damn cute, being innocently afraid of what she just admitted to me.
“I didn’t mean to,” she said, like a toddler who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “She sorta knew.”
“How did she know?” I questioned, confused and curious.
She sighed, annoyed at herself, “It was the first night we were here. It’s like she could tell you hadn’t been laid or something. So, she went right for the throat no matter how hard I tried to lie.”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” I said, laughing at this line of bullshit.
“It’s the truth,” she said, conjuring the fiery, combative spirit of the Darcy Burke I knew so well.
“You mean to tell me that Nat cornered you on our fake relationship, stating she knew it wasn’t true because I hadn’t been laid?”
“Well, you’re obviously handsome and the prized stallion for everyone in your upper-class circles, so I guess she thought we’d be fully fucked and all smiles by the time we reached our fake engagement.”
I stared at her in awe of what I was hearing. I must’ve looked like a complete idiot trying to determine what went on in women’s minds.
“And so, you told her that because I hadn’t been laid, she must be right, and we weren’t in a relationship?”
“I don’t know,” she said, flustered, making me laugh. “I can’t remember how I finally caved in and admitted it.”
“There are a lot of things I’ve learned about you, Darcy Burke,” I said, “and the most important one is that you do not cave in and admit shit, whether you are wrong or right. You are way too stubborn.”
“Well, I did. She wouldn’t let it go, and maybe if we were going to fuck everything up anyway by doing what we did last night, we should’ve done that before Nat got here. The woman is good, that’s all I can say. She could easily tell that we were faking everything. And she was right. If we weren’t, we wouldn’t be in Mexico, announcing our engagement while hanging onto celibacy.”
I rolled my eyes and sighed, “How many do you think she’s told?”
“She said she would keep it between me and her,” she said.
“And you believe that?” I asked.
Honestly, I didn’t give a shit if Nat knew the truth or not. So long as it didn’t get to Jim Mitchell or my father and land my ass in that auction, I didn’t care who knew anymore.
“I can tell that Avery and Ash don’t know. They were too excited last night, and the guys were too busy still not believing it was true when they questioned you.”
I stood, Darcy’s brilliant blue eyes following me, probably wondering what I would say next.
I bent, having all power and control back now, ran my hand along her neck, resting it there and kissing her forehead, “Well, now that we’ve fucked, Natalia will be proven wrong. You have a glow that makes me wonder how you could look even more beautiful than you did before.”
I rose, feeling a spark of energy pulsating through me as Darcy sighed and nearly moaned at the gesture, prompting me to want more of that from her again. The woman’s sexual sounds were more than enough to light a fire under my ass all night.
“But that’s what I’m talking about,” she said, our eyes locking as she looked up at me helplessly. “Nat warned me that if I allowed it to go this far with you, I would get hurt.”
I brought my hand to her face, “Women say so many emotionally fearful things while offering their opinions about relationships. I will not hurt you, gorgeous.”
“That’s how you are going to hurt me, dipshit,” she said. “Because, unlike men, women are emotional creatures, and I don’t fuck men just to fuck them.”
I felt my heart rate increase, somewhat concerned that I may have started something I would not and could not finish with her. I would not hurt Darcy, but perhaps I selfishly already had by letting it go down this road.
“That fucking look on your face,” Darcy stood, her fearful eyes matching mine. “That’s the shit she warned me about, and fuck me for being so fucking stupid?—”
I couldn’t resist pulling her into my arms, kissing her, and hoping to ease her anxiety. There was no possible way I could hurt this woman. Darcy had become a treasure I wanted to protect.
I had to make her understand she was special to me, and instead of being wild and dominating in bed, I wanted to make love to her and prove to her what she meant to me. I wanted to prove that she’d saved my life when nothing and no one else could.
Our lips fell into perfect, slow harmony, and Darcy didn’t fight as I scooped her into my arms and walked her into the room where I intended to prove that I was falling deeply for her.