Under the Mistle-Foe (Christmas Falls: Season 2)

Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

JETT

I must have fallen asleep at some point without realizing it, because this had to be a dream.

Why else would Remy not only kiss me, tell me he liked it, and say it was a good idea to be my boyfriend?

It was either a dream or I’d died and gone to heaven. But then his warm hand grabbed mine, his warmth seeping into my cold fingers so quickly it almost hurt. Remy pulled my hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to them. His hot breath was like flames against my skin. The cold weather out here had nothing against what Remy did to my body.

“Why does my boyfriend always have such cold hands?” He titled his head slightly with a light of mirth in his eyes as he asked the question. If I wasn’t dead already, then this was going to put me in cardiac arrest and finish me off.

When I didn’t answer, Remy chuckled, a deep rumbling that traveled through my entire body. It wasn’t fair the effect this man had on me. I snatched my hand from his and stuffed it into my pocket.

“That’s not funny,” I bit out, because if this wasn’t a dream, and I wasn’t dead, then this had to be a joke. That was the only explanation.

“Who says I’m joking?”

“If you’re not, then…” I faltered.

“I’m serious, Jett. I think dating you is a pretty good idea. A fantastic idea, in fact.”

“But…have you ever dated a man before? Are you even attracted to men?”

He paused, and that was all the answer I needed.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but you better stop it right there and give me time to answer.” He sighed and weaved a hand through his locks before focusing his eyes back on me. “I’ve never dated a man before, and I don’t know if I’m attracted to them, but that’s mostly because I’ve never been attracted to anyone …until now. Because I’m sure as hell attracted to you.”

My mouth hung open so wide it got another laugh from Remy. He reached out his hand to gently pushed my chin up to close it. “So what? Are you demisexual? Or asexual?” My mind was swirling from this revelation.

“I’ve never really thought about it. It was never a priority. In school, I’d always been so focused on working on my goal to take over the diner from Dad, and after…” Remy shrugged instead of finishing the sentence, but he couldn’t hide the raw emotion in his eyes from me. Not when I’d spent years studying how to read Remy Trent that I practically had a degree in it now. And it was accurate ninety-nine percent of the time.

I blamed the small margin of error and my failure to read his expression correctly earlier on the fact that I’d never seen Remy make that expression before.

“And after, you got to meet me again and realize you didn’t hate me so much, after all?” I teased, hoping to get a laugh out of him. It worked .

“You know what they say, there’s a fine line between love and hate…” Remy’s words trailed off as if he’d only just realized what he’d said. He covered it up with a cough. Meanwhile, I could feel myself heating up despite the short-sleeved shirt I had under my jacket.

“So…we should head home instead of standing here like idiots.”

My shoulders drooped. I didn’t want to leave him yet, not when I was finally getting somewhere with him. But I knew not to push my luck.

“Yeah. It’s getting late,” I forced myself to say.

“Do you think I could maybe…go home with you? There’s no other meaning behind it! I just want to spend more time with you…”

I leaned into him, and his arms wrapped around me. I liked having them there. “I wouldn’t mind even if you had other intentions, especially since you’re my boyfriend. Is that okay?”

His chocolate eyes melted into a dark brown that threatened to consume me. “More than okay,” he replied, then sealed his words with another kiss. When the kiss broke, he added, “You still owe me one more.”

It took a second for me to realize he was referring to trading three kisses for an answer to my earlier questions. “You can have as many as you want,” I answered with a laugh and another peck, which Remy took no time deepening.

Who knew how long the kiss lasted, but it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted. I was hard with lust but filled with so much warmth from his kiss that I didn’t even care about the uncomfortable boner that stuck with me all the way home.

Sugar and Spice greeted us by the door, meowing probably in protest at their dinner being slightly delayed. Sugar rubbed up against Remy, and he picked her up. “I knew the collars would look good on them. I have good taste,” he boasted while petting Sugar. She purred under his touch. I wished I was in her place right about now.

“Would you like anything to drink? Hot cocoa?” I asked, shifting my gaze away before I physically moved Sugar and tried to jump into his arms myself. I took off my jacket and hung it by the door, letting the heat in my house defrost me.

“Sure,” he called to me as I moved to the kitchen. Spice followed me, crying, probably berating me for being one thousand years late with their dinner. I quickly prepared their food, and they immediately ran to their bowls. Even Sugar had left Remy’s embrace at some point and was now chowing down beside her brother.

Remy leaned beside me on the counter as I made our hot drinks. “I didn’t think you actually used your kitchen.”

“I use it…sometimes,” I muttered. Remy grinned, as if he didn’t fully believe me, which was valid.

I ate out for most meals, and the times I was too lazy to leave the house, it was either instant ramen or one of those microwaveable meals. However, the kitchen was getting more use these days, with me needing to prepare the cat’s food, even if it was just opening a can and plating it for them.

Handing Remy his drink, I took a deep gulp, trying to chase away the chill of the cold. Remy poked at my visible tattoos. “Why’d you wear so little tonight when you’re shivering like this?” He didn’t take back his hand but traced the visible part of my eastern dragon tattoo. Now, I was shivering for a whole other reason.

“Some people don’t like tats, so I like to have them visible on first dates.”

Remy’s fingers wrapped around my biceps. His hold on me was tight, and I could see the sexy strain of his muscles on his arm, but the way he gripped me wasn’t painful, almost like he was trying to hold back from hurting me .

“Is this date also the reason why you didn’t come to the diner today?”

He said the word ‘ date ’ like it was the foulest thing to touch his tongue. If I couldn’t tell he was jealous earlier, I definitely could now. And Remy Trent jealous over little ol’ me? That almost had the butterflies carrying me away.

“What will you do if I said it was?” I set my mug down and fully turned to him.

“I…” He flapped his mouth open and closed a few times before he settled on, “I’ll probably have to beg you to not go on anymore dates and maybe bribe you to return to the diner?”

His reply had me barking out a laugh. I hadn’t been expecting that answer at all. “I’m interested in hearing more about this bribe of yours.”

I stepped closer to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands moved down my body to my back until he was pressing me so close to him there wasn’t an inch of space between us.

“Maybe a little cherry pie? Cherry milkshake? Cherry…kisses?”

“Hmm, I am very interested in the last one,” I said with a grin. Remy didn’t need another second before crashing our lips together. Our tongues battled as I tried to chase the lingering flavor of the cherry lollipop.

Remy wasn’t still either. Hot hands roamed underneath my T-shirt and up and down my back until every inch of my skin was melting under his touch. I was hot and needy for more of him.

I broke the kiss, panting as I rested my head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “What do you say we take this to my bedroom?”

I could feel Remy stiffen under me, and I thought I’d gone and fucked all of this up. That was what I got for trying to be greedy. We’d already established that he’d never been with a man, so maybe I was taking this too far, too fast?

Before I could backtrack and try to play this off like a joke, a soft “Okay” rumbled from his chest. I snapped back to look at him. “Are you sure? Sorry, I’m not trying to push you. I’m perfectly okay with taking this slow.”

I’d waited years for this, so I could wait a bit longer.

He cupped the back of my neck and brought me in for another kiss. It was soft and gentle and threatened to melt me into a pile of goo at his feet.

“I want to.” He pressed the words into my lips until I had no choice but to believe them. That and the massive tent pressed against my thigh showed me that at least his body wasn’t hiding just how into this he was.

“Show me your bedroom?” Remy asked, all breathy and seductive. I couldn’t move fast enough as I dragged Remy through the house.

Our sudden movement surprised the cats, who’d just finished their meal. They chased after us all the way up the stairs, but I managed to get my bedroom door closed before they could charge in. What I wanted to do next was definitely not kitty-appropriate.

I ignored the meows through the door as I pulled Remy deeper into my bedroom and pushed him onto the bed. He looked so fucking delectable there, lying on my bed, with his long hair sprawled out around him and his glasses just a bit crooked from his landing.

I followed him down, kissing down his neck and every inch of skin I could reach. When that wasn’t enough, I pulled his shirt over his head and then kissed the new area I had access to.

I didn’t even have half the mind to worry if I was being overeager. Not when I had this new, uncharted piece of Remy to explore .

Remy kept his hand in my hair as I kissed down his chest. The light dusting of hair tickled my nose as I made my way from his hip bone to his happy trail, where I paused and looked up at him.

He was watching me, breath coming out in puffs, his glasses still crooked against his nose. He looked so fucking sexy that I could lie there all night and indulge in the view, but the hard cock straining against his jeans told me he probably wouldn’t appreciate that, and neither did my erection, for that matter.

“I want to taste you. Can I?” I palmed his crotch, and his breath hitched. He nodded slowly, his eyes so dark behind those frames I could barely see the brown.

We worked together getting the rest of his clothes off, mostly me tugging at them impatiently while Remy laughed and cooperated with me until he was completely naked. He sat on the edge of the bed and I knelt between his legs.

Most people would say they wouldn’t want a dick in their face, but this was not one of those moments. Remy’s cock was a beautiful thing. Longer than it was thick, but most importantly, hard for me .

I gave it a tentative stroke, worried that Remy was all caught up in the moment, that as soon as a man’s hand was on his dick, he’d wake up and realize he wasn’t into men after all. Thankfully, none of that happened. There was a sharp intake of breath from above me, and Remy’s fingers slid into my hair.

“Your hair is a lot softer than I expected,” he piped up suddenly. I gave him another stroke, harder this time. If he had time to make silly comments, then I obviously wasn’t doing my job correctly. “It doesn’t fit your bad boy image, you know? Big guy with tats and soft hair? Not very bad boy of you.” He threaded his hands through my hair again, as if to make a point .

“You sure have a lot to say to someone who has your manhood in their hands,” I replied with another stroke. A dribble of precum leaked from the top.

“If you don’t want me blabbering, then maybe you need to find a way to shut my mouth?”

“Is that a challenge?” I asked.

He smirked. His hand didn’t stop weaving through my hair, as if taunting me. I was never one to back down from a challenge.

Without giving him a single warning, I sucked down his entire length. I’d always been told I gave good head and, paired with my nonexistent gag reflex, I had Remy choking on whatever words he’d been about to say.

I sucked hard and fast, not giving him any time to recover or even think, really. His fingers grabbed on tight to my hair as curses came from his mouth. “Fuck, I’m so close.” He groaned, low and seductive, going straight to my groin.

Had I ever been this hard from giving a bj before? My head bobbled over his length while he bucked his hips up. His hard dick hit something deep in the back of my throat, a spot that had me gasping at how good it felt.

The tightness of my pants pressed against my erection, and that, combined with the pleasure the bj was giving me, I wasn’t too far from blowing either.

“Shit. You gotta pull off, Jett. I’m gonna come.”

He grasped my hair so tight, probably trying to pull me off him, but I had no intention of missing out on tasting his pleasure.

Fuck, I was going to make Remy come. This entire moment, Remy’s dick in my mouth and him about to spill on my tongue, was teenage Jett’s dream come true.

Maybe it was the thought or the delicious way his dick kept hitting the back of my throat, but as soon as the first spurt of his essence filled my senses, I was suddenly coming too. Shivers accompanied the orgasm shooting through me, all while I lapped up every single drop of liquid from Remy’s cock.

I’d fucking wet my pants.