Chapter 96
Chapter 96:
This is what they do—they’re professionals, and I really don’t want you to worry. We’re leaving the country, and we’ll be back safely.” Newest update provided by.net
“Oh…okay,” he replied, putting his cup down and resting against my chest as we cuddled and enjoyed the late afternoon breeze of the vineyard.
By the time evening arrived, he seemed much happier, and we had a good time playing tourists. We had dinner at a restaurant before visiting some souvenir shops.
“I don’t need more wine,” Remy pouted cutely. “I don’t need wine glasses, I have mugs. But I’ll take T-shirts. I can always use more T-shirts p>
I nearly laughed when the saleslady looked horrified as Remy suggested using mugs for his purchased wine.
“Remy, you can’t have enough wine, but mugs aren’t meant for drinking wine p>
He didn’t want me to buy him anything, but I managed to get him more wine, as well as sets of wine baskets complete with a set of premium wine glasses—the kind that made the saleslady smile and forget about Remy and his wine mugs.
When we finally returned to the cottage, Remy was more than happy to snuggle beside me in our bed. He was relaxed, more than pliant, as I began kissing him and slowly undressing him while our lips met.
“Our last night,” he said breathlessly.
“Last night, before we go back home.” I kissed him back with newfound vigor, and he returned the kiss with equal eagerness.
“I’m going to miss you p>
“Why? Am I not your boyfriend? We’ll be seeing each other again in no time.” I pushed him onto his back while his hand started unbuttoning my jeans, unzipping them, and tossing them on the floor along with my shirt. I straddled him, and my lips latched onto his nipples, moving from one to the other after a satisfying moan escaped him.
“O…okay,” he shuddered, his eyes full of lust.
“Remy,” I pulled back, and he whined, my heart clenching from his cuteness overload. “What’s the problem p>
“I… I don’t do boyfriends,” he said, his eyes shifting to look around the room, at the windows, then back at me.
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There was something more—sadness—and I knew I needed to get to the bottom of it.
“Because you’re too hot for one?” I teased, trying to lighten the mood. My Remy looked so damn sad, and I knew I had to do something. His cock had lost interest in what we were about to do as he gazed at it with a frown.
“My dick doesn’t agree with that,” he said, sitting up, but I refused to get off his lap. Instead, I caged him between the headboard and pressed my body against his. I wasn’t letting him go, not until I got to the truth. “Remy p>
“I never have a boyfriend. A real one. My… my first boyfriend, my boss at the first gay bar I worked at… he sold me to these brothers… Um, I’m fine though. Nothing bad really happened. It… it’s just messed with my mind, I guess.” He huffed, as if trying to compose himself. I kissed his forehead, my hand rubbing his stubbled jaw, urging him to continue.
“From there, sex has been… some kind of way for me to survive, to escape reality. I don’t have a relationship. No… no one wanted me…
That way. You should, though… you can have better…” He paused, his glassy eyes staring right at me. “I’m not worth it, not for you p>
“Oh… baby,” that was the last straw. I cradled his jaw and gave him the longest kiss, wanting to suck all his stupid thoughts and all the memories of those bastards away, replacing them with me. His hands were on my chest, trying to push me away, but I wasn’t having it. “Mine,” I whispered.