Page 11 of Mr. Mistletoe
Arden looks at me then at James. There’s this look in her eyes as if she wants to tell me something about him but she shrugs it off. I look up at James who’s smiling at her warmly. I look back at her again and she just gives a simple smile, but she doesn’t go on about it. She hugs me again and when she lets go, we sit down and catch up.
* * *
I don’t even noticehow much time flies as we catch up on things until Mack comes strolling into the room. He’s wearing a Stetson and it immediately makes me shudder because I think about Deacon. I’m shocked that he hasn’t asked for the Stetson that he put on my head yesterday. Mack smirks at me as if he knows my secret. He winks at me and looks at Arden. “It’s time for that late dinner with Mr. Mistletoe, baby.”
For some reason, this catches James’s attention. He looks at Arden and then Mack then back to Arden. “I thought your boyfriend was Myron or something.” The room goes quiet after that because we all know that they broke up, and that piece of shit doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as my damned friend.
I look at James like I’m about to bum-rush him for his stupidity. “They’re not together, James.” I grit my teeth. “I told you this already and I specifically said not to bring him up.” I glare at him.
He looks at me with a very impassive expression like he could give a shit what I said. What the hell is wrong with him? He fixes that really quick. He turns to Arden and gives her a sheepish smile. “I’m sorry,” he says to Arden. “I must’ve forgotten. I’ve just been busy and had a lot on my mind, that’s all.”
I roll my eyes at him for that. I don’t need anyone bringing up that asshole for no reason around my friend. I can admit that I am overprotective when it comes to my friends, Deacon included even though at one time he was more than just a friend. “So, you guys are busy, we could come back,” I say.
“Uh, hell naw, sweetheart,” Mack interjects. “We’re all goin’ to dinner, down at Viens Manger. You don’t miss that juicy, ass steak the chef does? With the mashed on the side and those greens? Mmmmm,” Mack says.
My stomach growls. “Dammit.” I look at James. “You want to go to dinner?”
“Sure. Might as well enjoy my time here, right?” he says. I nod.
“Done, let’s go,” Mack says.
As we leave, I follow my instincts to sneak into the bathroom really quick to feather the bangs that I pinned back last night and make sure that my hair has not frizzed up. I smile at myself in the mirror, I look good. I’m able to finally wear my yellow polka-dotted ruffle dress that stops at my thighs. I couldn’t wear this at work so now, I’m going to take advantage of the nice weather before sweater weather comes in when I return to the Big Apple. I quickly apply lip gloss to my lips again, not feeling like doing much with my face today besides putting on mascara.
* * *
When we getto Viens Manger,this so-called Mr. Mistletoe is nowhere to be found. Mack and Arden don’t even bother to wonder where their guest of honor is, but I should’ve known to ask them as we ordered our food. Halfway through my meal, I look up as I hear the roar of an engine. I don’t know why I’m so fascinated by this person as they park their Harley. They get off it and the mystery man’s long but muscular legs are appreciated in those dark jeans. He gets off his bike and turns away to remove his helmet, putting it in the compartment behind. I swallow hard because I know that back like it’s mine. My lashes flutter as the first thought in my head is Deacon’s deep groan in my ear. Deacon is not like other men when it comes to sex when he’s fucking you, he doesn’t care if he doesn’t sound like every other man.He makes sure he knows what you’re doing to him. The memory of my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks me like it’s the end of the world gets me going. I shut my eyes, trying to stop the memory from flooding my memory but there’s no use. I shudder as I think about the way Deacon’s body crushes me every time he’s on top of me. When he lifts one of my legs and comes up, staring right in my eyes as he fucks me good. Forget lovemaking, that shit is nothing when it comes to the way Deacon can fuck.
I open my eyes and I reach out and take a sip of Fairhope’s famous Winters' mojito. The chilled drink does nothing to calm my temperature. I sip from my straw trying not to look at Deacon but I fail because my eyes go right to him as he smooths his hair back before placing a dark brown Stetson that matches his boots. He walks towards the restaurant like he owns the world. I see Arden as she leans towards me from my peripheral vision. She whistles and whispers in my ear, “Heard if you look too hard at Mr. Mistletoe, you’ll end up experiencing real love and orgasms, again. Stop looking at Deacon like you’d suck his dick under the table, you dirty bitch. You have to keep up with the pretense. The wedding!” She reminds me.
I cough and laugh at her words and Arden laughs hard. She pats my back and I glare at her for making me look stupid as Deacon finally makes his way to our table. He cocks his brow, wondering what the hell is going on. I lean in and whisper back in her ear, “I’ll get you back for this one day, you dusty bitch. Watch your back and I would not suck dick under the table at a restaurant. I didn’t say I’m using my body to get him back.”
“Your knees say different. Two words for you bitch, Band Camp.”
James takes this time to interject, “you went to band camp?”
“Yeah, she did,” Deacon answers. “She’s really good at the trombone, makes sure to use her breath correctly. Blew my mind when she first performed,” he says as he removes his leather jacket leaving just the white tee shirt on with the rest of his ensemble.
Arden practically spits her drink out catching Mack’s face. Mack is amused and uses this opportunity to wipe his face with the napkin but I can see his shoulders moving from laughing. I hate all of them. If James was my actual fiancé, this would’ve gone so left.
“What am I missing?” James asks.
I clear my throat as Deacon pulls his seat in and our knees touch. “Nothing.” My high pitch voice isn’t making this any better. I warn James to stop asking questions.
“Hey everyone,” Deacon greets us and then he looks at me. He takes his glass of water and starts to drink it but I shouldn’t have been watching him so hard because the second I feel the tip of his fingers sliding up my leg, I freeze. Not because I feel wrong but because I haven’t felt his touch in so long that my body relaxed to it almost immediately. I try to move my leg and not make a scene but Deacon squeezes my thigh hard. I wince and shut my eyes hard.Oh, God…I feel as I get wet and I feel like Deacon knows this too because he smirks as he places his now empty glass down on the table. He runs his tongue over his teeth as he squeezes one more time so damned tight I slam my hands on the table.
I stand up as he lets go. “Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom,” I say quickly. I trip and Deacon catches me with one hand.
He gets me to stand up straight, but when he turns me, his other hand glides up my dress and back down before anyone can notice. I back up because my heart is beating like crazy and Arden gets up trying not to laugh. She escorts me to the bathroom and on our way there, I hear Deacon’s voice. “Don’t mind the forehead twins, they are a weird combo. They go to the bathroom together all the time. I went to the bathroom with Kimberly one time too, I stood guard while she did her business.”
He definitely did not stand guard. If he did, I wouldn’t have come out of the bathroom looking crazy and his mother looking at us like we’ve lost our minds. Deacon is the king of fucking with me.
“Shit,” Arden says. “You’re in fucking big trouble, aren’t you?”
I glare at her. “He’s going to ruin my life before I can even tell him about the wedding, isn’t he?”
Arden laughs. “Girl, the only thing Deacon can do is snatch you from your fake fiancé and ruin your pussy. Now, come on, let’s get you in the bathroom so you could wipe your juices off your leg. Damn, keep your pussy in your pants.” she teases.
I glare at my best friend. “I missed you, asshole,” I laugh. “But no seriously, he was touching my thigh under the table. You remember the last time he did that we were all at the cottage and I got poison ivy from having sex with him in the bushes. He’s dangerous. Switch seats with me.”
