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

Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

REMY

It was so easy to fall into a routine with Jett. He’d come by the diner to work on his laptop in the morning before going home to spend time with Sugar and Spice, then returning in the evening for a couple hours until closing.

Most nights, Jett would ride with me to settle Dad at home before we’d head back to Jett’s place for the night. He couldn’t leave the cats alone for too long, and I was getting comfortable sleeping with Jett that I didn’t really have a desire to sleep at Dad’s place—even if we were squeezed to the edge of the bed by the cats.

I felt guilty at first, leaving Dad alone to spend the night with Jett, but he’d chased me out of the house the one night I had tried to stay with him, saying I was cramping his style and for me to not bother him. I grumbled as I left the house, but insisted he call me if he needed anything and I’d be right over.

Today, however, marked the six weeks since Dad had broken his leg. I took him to get his cast taken off, but they fitted him with a removable splint that he had to wear for a few more days. Dad seemed happy about his newfound freedom, but also looked to be missing his red cast.

“It was festive!” he exclaimed when I asked him about it.

That night I stayed with him to make sure he wasn’t being stubborn and was properly resting his leg.

It was the first time in a while I’d slept in my childhood bed again. The glow-in-the-dark stars and planets illuminated just how empty the rest of the bed was. There were no cats taking up all the space or a solid body squeezed up against my side as if seeking heat even in his sleep. I never thought I’d hate having the bed all to myself.

Jett must have been feeling the same way since we spent most of the night texting each other about nothing in particular, but neither of us seemed to want to stop the conversation. I woke the next morning with my phone pressed against my cheek and dark circles under my eyes. Dad didn’t spare me from his critique. “What good are you here if you’re not going to sleep?”

I was too tired to make a snide remark back and trudged through making breakfast. Today was going to be one of those days I’d survived on coffee and sheer willpower, though I did perk up to find Jett already waiting outside the diner, all bundled up in my red scarf.

He lit up when he saw me, greeting me with a tight hug like we’d been separated for a lot longer than a single night. I returned the hug just as tightly.

Dad told me to get lost later that night, stating Rob was going to stay over before shutting the door in my face. That was how I found myself knocking on Jett’s front door, begging for a place to sleep.

Well, it was more like I’d showed up at his house and Jett jumped on me before I could ever step through the front door .

Sex with Jett was explosive, nothing like I’d ever shared with anyone else before, and that was only using our hands and mouths. I couldn’t imagine how much better anal would be, to be connected to him in the most intimate way.

We hadn’t gone that far, mostly because I think Jett hadn’t wanted to rush me. He’d been patient with me and had let me take things as slowly as I needed, though I wouldn’t object to taking things further. I just wasn’t sure how to go about bringing it up.

On the diner’s next day off, we spent the day shopping in town. The nice thing about Jett’s job was that his work was project-based, and he’d made sure to work around my hours so that we could hang out during the diner’s only rest day. It hit me again just how considerate my boyfriend was.

“So, I was thinking we could do Sugar and Spice ugly sweaters for the party,” Jett said as we walked into Tidings & Joy. I doubted the general store had much in variety of art supplies, but we could always order anything we couldn’t find.

“First of all, how dare you imply those beautiful cats would make a sweater ugly . I loathe that.”

Jett laughed and browsed through the store’s wares, throwing random items into his basket. “I think you’re overestimating my artistic skills if you think I could capture Sugar and Spice’s beauty. Art was always my worst subject in school.”

“Are you saying you’re not perfect?” I said with a dramatic gasp. “Why Jett Davis, I’m shocked!”

Jett nudged me away. “If you’re not going to be helpful here, then go see if they added any new cat toys for the babies,” he ordered without even taking his eyes off the items in his hand.

I laughed and went to do his bidding. He’d barely had the cats for a month, and he was already spoiling them. Jett hadn’t talked to me about his plans regarding fostering them yet, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t be returning Sugar and Spice to the animal shelter.

After purchasing everything we needed to make our ugly sweaters, we had a quick lunch before continuing our day out in town. Despite being a Tuesday, our little town was filled with tourists exploring the shops and everything Christmas Falls had to offer. Our town had grown from what I’d remembered as a kid with shops I’d never seen before.

“Let’s check out this place. I heard their chocolates are pretty good.” He tugged me towards a new shop called Jingle Bites Chocolate Haven. The inside lived up to its name of being a chocolate lover’s paradise.

A slim man behind the counter lit up at seeing us. “Welcome! Please let me know if you need any—Remy? Is that you?”

“Milo? When did you come back to town? Wow! It’s so good to see you again. It’s been so many years.” Milo came around the counter and enveloped me in a big hug. “I didn’t know it was you who opened the chocolate shop.”

Milo laughed and ran his fingers through his curls. “It’s still a new venture,” he said with a hint of anxiety in his tone. I could understand. Owning your own business could be very stressful. “But it’s good to see you again. You’ve gotten so tall!”

I laughed. He used to tower over me, but now he was a couple of inches shorter. The one thing that hadn’t changed was his almost-golden-blond hair and shining blue eyes.

“Let me introduce you. This is Jett. My boyfriend,” I said, an almost swoony feeling settled in my stomach as I showed off Jett to him. Just claiming Jett like this was making me insanely happy.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Jett said and extended his hand .

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Milo said and shook his hand. He looked between the two of us, then beamed. “You two look good together. You look happy.”

“Yeah, I am happy,” I replied.

My gaze flicked to Jett. He’d taken a step closer to me. His hand gripped mine tight as he stuck to my side like he wanted to claim me. Honestly, if someone told me in high school that I’d end up dating Jett one day, I never in a million years would have believed them. Now, I couldn’t help but wonder why we didn’t date sooner.

“Are you still in touch with Christian? You two used to be attached by the hip.”

Milo and Christian were four years older than me, which meant we’d never had any classes together, but Milo and I used to be neighbors. I was the annoying kid who hung over at his place the rare days I wasn’t at the diner, and Christian was Milo’s best friend, so he was around all the time too. They were like the big brothers I’d never had. It hit me pretty hard when Milo’s family moved.

A faint blush crept onto Milo's cheeks. “He recently moved back to town too, and I’ve seen him around…”

His words trailed off, and his hair flopped over his eyes. He tucked it behind his ear, then his fingers twiddled with the strand. A second later, he shook out of his thoughts, almost as if only then remembering we were in front of him.

“You guys came for chocolate, right? Let me show you what we have!” he said and returned behind the counter to introduce his goods. Jett and I settled on the six-piece sampler. Milo tried to give us the chocolate for free, but I insisted on paying, saying I wanted to support his business. He reluctantly accepted the payment, but I saw him sneak a few more goodies into our bag.

After saying our goodbyes and making plans to catch up soon, Jett and I left. “Where to now?” he asked. I loved the way he entwined our hands together so naturally. He smiled as he waited for my answer. It was a smile that shot straight to my heart.

God , I really liked him.

“Let’s go home. I’m sure the kitties are waiting for us,” I said, unable to resist pulling him in for a peck. He was shocked, eyes wide at the surprise attack, but then his expression turned all gentle and soft.

“Yeah, let’s go home,” he repeated. Nothing ever sounded better. Home. With him.

These feelings for Jett had hit hard and fast, but after years of running away, living more aimlessly with each passing day, something finally felt right .

Jett never pushed or rushed me with my feelings. He let me feel as I needed and stayed by my side as I did. Always patiently waiting. While Jett might be patient, I wasn’t.

There were a lot of things I still needed to figure out, but wanting Jett was never on that list. My heart called for him, and my body craved him. And when I thought of that, all this hesitation about taking it to the next step seemed silly.

Jett was hanging by the kitchen island and popped a piece of chocolate into his mouth. I came behind him and hugged him. He turned his head back to me, our lips coming together to share a chocolatey kiss. The sweetness of the chocolate and the cherry filling mixed with Jett’s unique flavor made it the best fucking thing I’d ever tasted.

Everything about the man turned me on, and this kiss was no exception. I was already filling in my pants, and in our position, I was sure Jett could feel me too. His ass wiggled against me, being a fucking tease. My hand roamed around his waist and landed on his erection.

“Are you a top or a bottom?” I asked when our kiss broke.

Jett looked a little kiss drunk but quickly sobered at my words. “I, um, I could go either way, but,” he wiggled his ass again, and I had to hold his naughty hips still, “I’d really like to feel you inside me for the first time. But are you sure we’re not moving too fast? I can wait?—”

I cut his words off with a kiss. “I think we’re not going fast enough. I want you.”

Jett’s breath hitched at my words. His Adam’s apple bobbed so seductively I wanted to take a bite out of him.

“Then what are you waiting for? I’m all yours,” he said breathlessly.

I didn’t have to be told twice and dragged him to the bedroom. It was a whirlwind of clothes flying off before we tumbled onto the bed together. I quickly grabbed the lube and condoms from the bedside table, then kissed down his body. I could feel Jett’s hot gaze on me as he spread his legs wide, giving me access to his most intimate part.

“Go slow. It’s been a while,” he said when my finger touched his entrance. Even without lube, his hole greedily tried to swallow the tips of my fingers, but I pulled out, not wanting to hurt him.

“I’ll take care of you,” I said, before lifting both his legs over his body and going down to taste him on my tongue. Jett let out a cry of surprise that quickly turned into moans of pleasure as I lapped against his hole, making sure it was nice and wet before spearing the tip of my tongue inside him.

“Fuck, you don’t have to do that,” he cried, all the while holding his legs up, so I had better access. I grinned, quickly grabbed the bottle of lube, and coated my fingers before slipping a digit inside. His cries intensified when I hit a certain spot inside him.

“Is it here?” I breathed against his lip and nudged the same spot again, which had his legs shaking in the air.

“I thought you said you’ve never been with a man before?” he accused between huffs of air.

I chuckled and drew back so I could look at him. He looked like a dream, eyes glassy, legs open for me to take him, and ass greedily sucking in my fingers.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t research. I want this to be good for you,” I said and pressed over his legs for a kiss.

We kissed slowly, savoring each other. All the while, I continued loosening him with my fingers. “It’s already good for me,” he said against my lips. “It’ll be even better if you hurry up and fuck me.”

“I am fucking you. With my fingers,” I teased and emphasized my point by hitting that sensitive bundle of nerves again. He choked on whatever words he was about to say as he clung on to me. I slipped in another finger, loving the way he clenched around me. My cock leaked just thinking about how tight he’d feel once I got inside of him.

“Are you going to make me beg? I want you.” His hand slipped between our bodies to palm my erection. My dick happily twitched against his hand, always craving his touch.

“Fuck,” I muttered and quickly tore the condom packet open, suited up, and lined myself against his pucker. Since this was my first time, and hurting him was the last thing I wanted, I was very generous with the lube.

By then, Jett was impatient, urging me to hurry the fuck up and thrusting his hips enough just for the tip to slip inside. A low moan settled in my throat. That already felt so fucking good. I was sure to come as soon as I was fully seated inside of him. And there was no way in hell I wanted that to happen. I gripped my base, trying to think of anything to stave off my orgasm.

Jett wasn’t having it. His hips bucked underneath me, trying to get me inside of him. Then he decided to play dirty. “Babe, I need you.”

There was an explosion in my head. This was the first time he’d called me that ever since I’d made a big deal about it at the diner. Of course, he just had to pull it out now when I was already on the losing side of keeping myself together. But none of that mattered, because saying no to him wasn’t a possibility.

It didn’t matter if I ended up embarrassing myself, I would give him what he wanted. Each inch inside felt like it was only intensifying the torture. It took everything to hold back until I was all the way inside of him.

Then Jett wrapped his legs around me. His arms clawed at my back, trying to get as close to me as possible.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, all breathy and hot against my skin. I had to pause my movement for a second to chill the fuck down.

“Fuck, you feel better.” I gritted out. My head nuzzled into the nook of his neck, holding him until there wasn’t an inch of space between us.

While I was struggling here, the fucker had the nerve to chuckle. To make it worse, the movement shook his body, vibrating onto my cock like he wasn’t torturing me enough already.

I knew I wasn’t going to last. This was going to be hard and fast, but damn if I was the only one coming. So I bucked my hips, ramming into the tight spot that had him crying out my name. My hand fisted his hot cock, stroking him hard andrelentlessly.

“I’m gonna…gonna come.”

They were the most beautiful words I’d ever heard. I tried counting backward from ten, anything to keep my dick hard until I could finish pleasuring him. All my plans were ruined by his command. “Come with me.”

I was shooting my load inside of him before I could even react. He tightened so deliciously around me, shooting all over my hand as he cried and deepened our kiss.

We kissed until our breaths calmed nice and steady, and I questioned how I’d ever lived without this. It wasn’t just the physical aspect of sex—because that was phenomenal—but the emotional intimacy with Jett was something I’d never shared with anyone else before.

We laughed and kissed, then laughed again with our limbs tangled together and hearts as one.