Chapter 40
Chapter Forty
Darcy
O ur flight home on the private jet was uneventful. Everyone was bummed to leave Mexico, but unlike the others, Sebastian and I pretty much had Mexico waiting for us with Ines and Antonio in my parents’ home.
Everything was eerily quiet once we returned to the winery because our parents weren’t there when we arrived. We were surprised to learn they’d all gone to San Francisco, which I almost couldn’t wrap my head around, but I’d get to the bottom of that later.
I wanted to use whatever alone time we had left to our advantage because I had no idea when it could come again, but regardless of my intention to be open and free, I couldn’t help but be on guard with my feelings. In all honesty, I expected that it would merely take reuniting with his parents for Sebastian to remember that we could never be more than just fuck-buddies, something I never saw myself becoming with anyone. Once his parents reinforced their expectations, and he remembered his duties to his family, it would break the spell he was under, and that would be the end of us.
Nevertheless, I was still enjoying the last delicious moments of having this man ravish my body. I just wasn’t going to get caught up in this whirlwind of a doomed affair brought on because Sebastian wasn’t thinking straight. If he had been in his right mind, and I was wrong about all of this, then there would be no problem, but I needed to prepare myself for both outcomes.
He wasn’t the only one who needed to face reality, though. Mexico was all fun in the sun, so naturally, I wasn’t exactly in my most logical brain there, either. Being back home with him and back to the grind would show me in the cold light of day if I even wanted more with the man. I just needed to keep perspective and not get swept away.
“Fuck,” Sebastian said, having just finished round two of earth-shattering sex. “I’m not sure I want to meet any of them for dinner.” He kissed my chin and eased himself deeper inside of me. “I just want you,” he chuckled, slowly pushing himself in and out of me.
“Well,” I ran the tip of my finger over the top of his nose, “as much as I’d love to stay just like this and never leave my room, you need to get your ass up and across the place to your newly remodeled bedrooms.”
“I can’t,” he said, cupping one of my breasts with his hand. “That’s where my parents are staying.”
“Do you really believe that?” I asked with more annoyance than I wanted him to hear. “You think your parents have stayed here all week?”
“No, they haven’t,” he affirmed.
“Oh,” I said, confused.
“Jim filled me in on the flight home a little since I haven’t communicated with my father. Once my parents learned we were in Mexico, they went to San Francisco.”
“I can’t understand why my parents went there, too. What the hell is going on?” I said, flustered and not in the mood for this bullshit.
All the good vibes that filled the atmosphere of this winery were being slowly diminished by my shitty mood. I guess I found one reason for not having a real relationship with this man. All the nasty feelings I previously had about him were very present, but this time, they were directed toward his parents. I hated when people brought out the worst in me, and now I was in some stupid shitty mood, ready to go up on defense against these people. They weren’t only insulting my home, the winery, and my parents, but their sights were surely set on me.
“I’m not sure why your parents are there,” Sebastian said, still drunk and lazy in thought after enjoying himself moments ago. “Hey,” he sat up and propped himself up on his elbow. “Are you okay?”
I looked over at him, agitated that he seemed unphased about things while I was suddenly stressed and pissed about everything. I didn’t live like this and didn’t want to start down this road.
“I’m actually not,” I said, annoyed with myself. “It isn’t good that I’m worrying about shit the way I am.”
“No, it’s not,” he confirmed. “Everything will be fine. Just act like we’re still fake dating, and it’ll make things easier. We’ll get through it, and fuck it if my parents disapprove.”
“Fuck it if they don’t approve, eh?” I said.
“Yeah, who gives a shit? Fake the whole thing, just like we planned on doing before. We decided to see where this could go between you and me.”
“That’s the problem,” I answered, laying back into my pillows and pulling the sheets over my chest. “That whole faking it thing?”
“Yeah,” he said with a sympathetic smile, and looking impossibly handsome, “fake it and fuck it.”
“Cute,” I said with an eye roll. “Well, I was just faking it with you. ”
“Huh?”
“That last orgasm? It was all fake,” I said, surprised I’d just admitted that to myself and him.
“Shit, am I already off my game? Lost my charm and everything?”
“No, it’s what this stress is doing to me. I’m not like this normally, and I don’t want to be like this now. I had to fake it because of me. ” I covered my face with both of my hands. “And who admits that to the man they just had sex with?” I growled into my hands, then pulled my shit together, “I’m sorry, I’m just too in my head. I’m trying to plan for the eventual meet-up with both our parents, and because of that , I’m not even able to enjoy two rounds of amazing sex with you.”
He smiled at me while I looked at him with eyes begging for mercy. “Stop worrying about it. You weren’t worried before,” he said in a low, very controlled voice.
“You’re right, I wasn’t worried before. So why am I worried now?” I softly laughed and poked him in the dark patch of hair that neatly covered the center of his chest. “You’re the one who should be worried, not me.”
“Exactly, and I’m not,” he said, amused.
I turned on my side, feeling a bit better after admitting I had just faked an orgasm during sex with the most amazing man I’d ever slept with, and I propped my hand up to lean on it while I faced him. “Most men would leave me here to die in shame for admitting that I faked it during sex.”
“Well, I’m not most men, gorgeous,” he said, reaching for my face and running his hand on my jawline. “I understand this can be stressful for you. I’m only sorry that it is, and I wish I could take it all away like you took the darkness of life away for me.”
“It’s not your job to take it away,” I smiled at him. “It’s my job to find a way to manage it. I just hate that I’m worked up. It’s so unlike me.”
“The fear of my parents can make anyone act unlike themselves,” he smirked. “They have a way of doing that, you know?”
“Well, being afraid of people is unlike me, too,” I confirmed.
“I can attest to that. You always proved ready for combat when it came to me. I think that side of you might rear its head the moment my parents act up with you, so I look forward to seeing it,” he smiled.
“I don’t,” I said. “I will never back down from someone insulting me, but that doesn’t mean I like being nasty with people.”
He took my hand and brought it to his lips. “Oh, sweetheart,” he offered the back of my hand a kiss, “you are far from nasty when you’re combative. In fact, I found you adorable. That might even be the trick to win over my parents.”
I exhaled. “You know, up until a week ago, you weren’t so loose and carefree. I need that dick side of you to be front and center while they’re here.”
“Oh, trust me, that side will return the moment I lock eyes with my father, and my mother greets me with a kiss on my cheek.”
“Well, I guess we should get ready because I have no idea how it will go,” I said. I moved to get up, and then my arm was snatched by a strong hand and gently pulled back to lie down.
Sebastian covered my body with his, and his lips captured mine for a moment. “I know why you’re behaving like this,” he said, his lips moving to my neck, turning me on. “You’re simply falling in love with me. So, anything,” he kissed the hollow of my throat, “and everything that might threaten you and me, a.k.a. my parents , will be enough to make you concerned.” He brought his eyes to meet mine and a hand down to massage my clit, “But the only way you’re getting out of this room is after you’ve felt the same amount of pleasure I’ve felt.”
His fingers slipped inside of me, and I arched my back and sucked in a quick breath at the unexpected gesture that fired up my insides. His mouth covered one of my breasts, sucking tenderly while his tongue rolled the hard tip of my nipple. I heard him groan after I softly moaned because of the the pleasure this was suddenly sending through my entire being.
I opened my legs further, allowing him full access to have me in whichever way he chose. Instead of entering me again, he brought his mouth down the center of my stomach, his tongue working to taste everything up until it found the one sensitive spot that would make me climax.
God, was he right? Was I falling for him and didn’t even realize it? I had to be.