Page 44 of Under the Mistle-Foe

Before we left, Kody asked if Remy would be attending the wedding as my plus-one. I honestly hadn’t thought about it, but now that it was mentioned, I wanted him to come. One of my best friends was getting married, and I wanted Remy to be there to share the special memory.

I left lunch with my mind on how to ask him, wondering if it was too soon to attend a big event like this together. I grabbed my laptop from home and returned to the diner to work until Remy finished for the day. Remy found me in my usual spot after he finished getting ready for closing. The staff had gone home, and Adam had left with Rob a few hours earlier, leaving the diner empty save me and Remy.

I realized I was being silly worrying about Remy’s answer, so I straight up asked him to be my date for Kody’s wedding. He didn’t even hesitate to agree, which honestly made me laugh for worrying over nothing.

We sat in the booth, chatting about our day. I was shocked to find Remy had given up finding the mysterious Secret Santa since it was only the second day of his investigation.

He sat beside me in the booth, arms slung around my back, head slouched onto my neck as he gestured to the front where a giggling little girl was adding a tiny animal pinecone to the arch.

A woman, who I assumed was the mom, clapped, while the little girl puffed up her chest, looking so proud of herself.

“There’s been similar scenes all day and not just with children. I’ve seen teenagers hang up stockings and keychains.Couples have stopped by to hang up locks and keys. One couple even took a Polaroid picture kissing under the mistletoe and hung that up! Hell, I’ve even seen people hang around the arch, looking at all the different things decorating it. And the one thing they all had in common was they all left with smiles on their faces.”

Remy’s fingers absentmindedly played with my shoulder as he fell silent. He stared at the arch, lost in thought.

“I once asked Mom why we were putting things we loved on display, and it was only after I saw all these people come around that I remembered her answer. She said the same thing as the Secret Santa, that cherished memories grow when shared.” His fingers tightened on my shoulders, and I covered his hand with mine. “I think Mom would be very happy to know her tradition continues to bring joy to others.”

He faced me, eyes shining but a huge smile on his face.

“Yeah. I think she would too,” I replied and pressed soft kisses to each of his eyelids. They trembled under my lips, but his tears didn’t fall. I wrapped him in my arms, my head resting into the nook of his neck, getting as close as I physically could in this tiny booth seat so he knew it was okay to have these big feelings and he didn’t have to stumble through them by himself.

We held each other for who knew how long, watching the random straggler walk up to the arch and leave behind their precious memory to share with everyone.

After the third person left their addition to the community joy, we packed up to head home too. Remy locked the diner door behind me, then stopped under the arch and looked at all the items peeking out from the green plastic foliage that covered the entire thing.

He pulled something from his pocket, then found a spot on the arch and tied the item there. When he moved hishand, I saw it was one of my cherry lollipops I’d stashed in his jacket to help curb his urge for a smoke.

I laughed, and he pulled me against him, swallowing my happiness with his cherry flavored kiss. The moment made even sweeter with all the beautiful memories surrounding us and the mistletoe hanging above our heads.

Afterward, we returned home hand-in-hand. The cats greeted us by the door, meowing their protest about their late dinner, which had me adding an automatic food dispenser to my online shopping cart. Not like there weren’t already a dozen or so items in the cart for them.

Remy and I played with the cats for a while, well, mostly with Spice, since Sugar preferred to loaf around and watch us. When the cats decided they’d rather cuddle for a little nap, I pulled Remy into the shower, where I proceeded to lather him with soap. He melted under my hands, letting out soft sighs and moans that woke up a certain eager part of me.

I could barely wait to dry us off before pushing him onto the bed. Lust darkened his eyes and his hot hands grabbed at me, greedy for a release. But I didn’t let him have his way and took my time loving every inch of his skin. These feelings had been growing for longer than I could remember, and while it was too early to speak them out loud, that didn’t mean I couldn’t show him.

Kissing the path down his neck and to his chest, I gave extra love to his chest before following his light patting of hair down his treasure trail and moving around his leaking cock to mouth his balls. We hadn’t talked about butt stuff yet, so I pressed the briefest of kisses against his taint before kissing down his leg to show my love to each of his toes.

I kissed every part of his body except the hard pillar that stood tall and proud between his legs, crying with precum to be touched.

“Fuck, you’re such a tease,” Remy growled, eyes burningwith desire as he watched me move down his body. “Can I expect to come at some point tonight?”

Laughing, I gently bit his nipple, causing a delicious gasp from above me. “Only because you’ve been so good,” I said with a wink, then swallowed his length deep down my throat. He hit that delicious spot again, but before I even had time to have my fun, Remy was shouting out his orgasm. His hands tightened in my hair as he came down from his high.

When his breathing settled a bit, he pulled me above him. His mouth ravished mine as his tongue dominated our tango. I’d noticed he liked kissing after I gave him a blowjob, and the idea that he was chasing the taste of his pleasure on my tongue had me so worked up that I’d spilled into his fist embarrassingly quick.

Our kisses turned languid and more tender as our heartbeats fell into a slow rhythm. The perfect moment was interrupted by insistent meowing outside my door.

“At least they waited until we finished,” Remy said. We shared a look, then burst into laughter as I went to let my little needy babies in.

CHAPTER 20

REMY

It was soeasy 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.

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