Untouchable(20)

We’d have to have an ambulance on standby when we broke the news, because they’d have a fucking heart attack right there on the spot.

Rolling back towards the edge of the bed, I look around for a condom wrapper, but see none.

My once hard erection has now slowly wilted as my brain starts to run a million thoughts a minute. I rip the blankets off of myself, swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and climb to my feet. I ignore the throbbing in my head and scurry around the room, trying to find clothes to throw on.

Everything I wore last night is lying on the floor, covered in mud. I still need to try to figure this whole thing out. Plus, it’s a fucking suit. I can’t throw a suit back on. I pad across the room to my closet, which I thankfully hung everything in the first night we arrived in Napa Valley, and grab the first t-shirt I find and a pair of khaki shorts. I slip them on and then make my way into the bathroom to pop a few migraine pills before finally deciding it’s time to conquer the biggest task of all: getting Raven up and dressed, and hopefully she can fill me in on what the fuck went down between us last night before she gets the hell out of here and back to her villa before our entire lives implode on us.

I can only hope my dad and her mom celebrated their wedding so hard last night that they’re lying in their villa passed out from way too much wine and celebrating, giving me time to get all of this sorted out.

Of course, I think too soon, because the moment I walk back into my bedroom to wake up Raven, I hear a knock at my front door, followed by the sound of my father entering the house, yelling to me, “Linc? Are you alive in here, or do I need to send for the Calvary?” I hear him continue to shout for me from the front of the villa.

Shit, I never locked the door last night!

Of course not, because I was too drunk to think about locking the damn door. I was too distracted by the thought of fucking Raven to think clearly!

I’m so screwed.

I dart out of my room, shutting the door quietly behind me, breathing a sigh of relief when I see my dad is still standing in the doorway. I do a quick scan of the room to make sure nothing is lying around that will let him know Raven is here.

“Hey, Dad. Sorry, I completely forgot about golfing this morning.”

His eyes grow big as he takes me in. “What the hell happened to you last night?” His tone is full of concern and a hint of fear. He’s probably praying he won’t get a bill from the resort for some unknown damages I caused while drunk last night.

I run my hands through my hair that’s speckled with mud, and blow out a breath between my lips, making them smack together. As I do, bits and pieces of last night come to me, memories floating out of a thick fog.

I see Raven and I laugh as we run in the rain and then slip, tumbling onto our asses and rolling down a muddy hill.

“Oh, this is nothing. I got a tad bit drunk last night, got caught in a rainstorm, and then tumbled down a steep hill. Nothing too major. No damage done besides my Armani suit, which no amount of dry cleaning will fix.”

“At least that’s the only casualty from your night of drunken stupidity. Take a shower and grab a quick breakfast then meet us at the golf course. There’s a group of us going today while the girls do a spa day.

I watch my dad stroll out into the bright sunny morning, looking as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. All of that will change if anyone finds out Raven is here. As soon as I heard the words ‘spa day’ come out of my dad’s mouth, panic hit me like a bolt of lightning.

Tessa and Raven are sharing a villa. They are the most obvious girls going today with Vivian. If Tessa wakes up and finds Raven never came home last night, I know she’s going to come barreling through my front door to tear me a new one.

I need to get Raven awake and out of here within the next five minutes, and then get myself presentable enough for a day of golf, when I feel as if I just died and then was jolted back to life like fucking Frankenstein’s monster. I doubt this headache is going to go away anytime soon.

I’m never drinking that much alcohol ever again.

Reentering my bedroom, I reluctantly open the blinds, allowing full sunlight to fill my bedroom. The second I do, Raven stretches, letting out a tiny moan as she stirs awake. My dick jumps in my shorts at the sound of her moaning while lying in my bed naked.

Down, boy. No more fucking.

Her ass, no matter how perfect it is, needs to get the fuck out of my villa.

“Linc?” Rolling onto her side, she runs her hand over the spot where I was sleeping not even five minutes ago. She props herself up onto her elbow and scans the room before her eyes land on me standing near the windows. “What time is it?”

Grabbing my phone off of the floor, I see it’s almost dead as I press the power button. “It’s a little after ten,” I tell her as I walk towards the bed and plug my phone in to charge. “My dad was just here.”

“What?!” Her eyes grow wide and wild with fear as she sits up, pressing the sheets to her chest. “He doesn’t know I’m here, does he?”

I shake my head. “Luckily for you and me, I was getting dressed when I heard him come in. I was able to get the door shut and meet him by the front door before he got a chance to see you. But it still doesn’t mean we are out of the woods yet, because my dad said you’re supposed to be meeting your mom for a spa day this morning.”

Throwing the blanket off of her body, revealing her tan and perfectly toned body to me, she jumps off the bed and frantically scurries around the room, collecting her bra and dress. She grabs the mud-covered and grass-stained Maid of Honor dress off of the floor, pinching it between her fingers and holding it out in front of her like it holds a life-threatening disease.

“Oh, my God. This is so not good. I didn’t think it looked this bad last night. Now I have to wear this back to my villa. Everyone’s going to think I spent the night in the damn vineyard.”

I can’t help it. I’m trying not to laugh as the memory that came to me while with my father play in my head forms once again. “Well, you were in the vineyard, but you definitely weren’t sleeping.”

She furrows her finely shaped strawberry blonde eyebrows at me, which are looking a little redder at the moment from her growing blush. “I was drunk last night, but not that drunk. I remember every single detail from last night. The good and the bad.”

Stepping into the dress, she slips it on, letting it come to rest at her waist while she works on her bra. Within a few seconds, her tits are covered and I find myself happy and depressed about it at the same time. I love her tits, but we can’t afford to get distracted right now.

“It was a pretty insane night. I was way past drunk. I barely remember a thing from last night. It’s all coming to me in foggy bits and pieces.”

Adjusting her dress, she stomps her feet across my bedroom as she tries to find her heels. Falling to the floor, she pulls them out from under the chair beside the door. Staying on her knees, she drops her shoes with a loud thud and brings her hand to her face, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes and letting out a loud, frustrated groan.

“What the hell were we thinking? This is bad. So very, very bad.” Finally, she climbs to her feet and slides into her shoes with a tad bit too much force as she curses under her breath and begins fixing her hair in the mirror above my dresser.

I cautiously walk towards her, trying to keep a safe distance, because I have no idea what’s running through her head at the moment. She’s my hotheaded Spitfire, going off the rails in zero-point-two seconds, making you wish you were anywhere but where she is when she’s pissed off.

“It’s going to be fine. Text Tessa and have her distract your mom, giving you time to shower and get cleaned up. Then, go enjoy the day at the spa. After our night last night, I think it’s safe to say your well-worked body is going to need a deep tissue massage.” A cocky crooked grin curls up the corner of my mouth as I bring my hand to her exposed back to trace her tattoo.

She relaxes slightly before moving away from me and walking back to the bed. “That’s a good idea. But I left my phone in my villa last night, because I knew I wouldn’t need it at the wedding. Is it okay to use your phone?”

Running my fingers through my hair, I bring my hand to rest behind my head and take her in, covered with mud and grass stains, but looking as beautiful as ever. “Sure,” I tell her as I plop down into the chair and watch as she calls Tessa.

As I watch her talk with Tessa and argue a little about me, she finally gives me a weak smile and hangs up the phone. “Tessa said my mom called asking for us to meet her for brunch, so that gives me an hour to get back to my room, clean up, and meet her—thank God. Crisis averted.”

We can only hope the catastrophic mistake we made last night doesn’t blow up in our faces. From the memories flooding into my head all at once right now, as she walks towards me, of the two of us last night in my bed, I know it was worth it, but I hope we don’t end up suffering because of it.

“I’m going to go. I guess I’ll see you around.” Her eyes glance up at me as she stands awkwardly in front of me, picking at her now chipped nail polish.

I know this has to be our last moment together. No more just-one-more-time bullshit. With our parents married now, we have to walk away from each other for good. No matter how badly it hurts.