Page 34 of Under the Mistle-Foe

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 thisbribeof 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 begreedy. 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 waitedyearsfor 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 onmybed, 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 wasnotone of those moments. Remy’s cock was a beautiful thing. Longer than it was thick, but most importantly, hard forme.

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 tatsandsoft 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.

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