Chapter 56
Amir
After setting the song to Unchained Melody, I approached Remi. He smiled and shook his head, but I knew that he would be a sucker for this one. Sure enough, he immediately held out his hand, so I took it and spun him around. Pulling him in close, I settled my other palm on his lower back.
I looked around at the others, who were all dancing. Like me, they were pretty tipsy. The only ones in the place who stayed sober were Tommy and Oli, who had taken over manning the bar for Remi.
“Do you want to take it back yet?” I asked.
He cocked his head as if considering it. “So far, so good. Maybe I need to ask some leading questions.”
“Mm. Go right ahead.”
“Give me your wildest conspiracy theory.”
I laughed. “Oh, you’re really looking for a reason to run.”
“Better to get all the concerning things out of the way from the get-go.”
“Fine . . . My wildest theory?” I blew out a breath while I thought about it.
“The Book of Enoch wasn’t describing angels at all.
At least, not the kind people think. Some of those parts—the shining beings, the wheels of fire, the way he ‘ascends’ into the heavens?
Tell me that doesn’t sound like a spaceship. ”
Remi let out a sudden laugh, which I’d expected. “A spaceship? Is this one of your Anunnaki things?”
“Could be. I’m just saying, if some ancient guy got yoinked into a glowing aircraft by nine-foot-tall beings who showed him crazy shit, he’d call them angels.”
“No wonder they try to claim it isn’t canon.” He paused with a little smirk. “You think Enoch got probed, don’t you?”
“Absolutely not. But if he did, I hope he wrote it in a separate appendix.”
“Maybe all the stories are true in some way. Like, there might be overlap where they all converge, through different eyes and civilizations.”
“I like that idea,” I agreed. “You can give offerings to Odin, my parents can worship Allah, mortals can beg Zeus to stop screwing everything that moves, or whatever else anyone pleases.”
“And you can die on the hill that half the Old Testament reads like a UFO encounter.”
“If we all viewed life through that lens, maybe our beliefs wouldn’t make us all hate each other.”
He tucked my hair behind my ear with a soft smile. “Evil lies in the hearts of men. Their beliefs are just the excuse.”
“What’d Odin say about evil?”
“‘Where you recognize evil, call it evil, and give no truce to your enemies.’”
“Do you think we’ve given them no truce?”
He snorted. “Trav definitely didn’t.”
“Good. Fuck them.”
“Come on. Let’s have another drink.” He dragged me toward the bar, waving Oli out of the way. He poured us each a whiskey, then continued into the back.
“What are we doing?” I laughed.
“I want privacy.”
“Oh, yeah? What for?”
Looking over his shoulder, he lifted his brows in a silent taunt. Once we made it to the office door, I reached in front of him and pushed it open. He grunted when I shoved him inside. The door clicked shut as he backed up against it, and I boxed him in.
“Which base can we get to before the guys catch on?” he purred as he walked his fingers up my chest.
“I love a good home run.”
“Bring it on, baseball man.”
“You’ll need a new nickname pretty soon.”
He hummed as he thought about it. His fingers flicked open the button on my jeans, and he lowered the zipper slowly. As he grazed my dick, I tightened my grip on his waist. Arguably, I hadn’t gone that long without him, but it felt like an eternity.
I grunted when he pushed me backward. The desk rattled from how hard I collided with it. Remi’s hand dove into my briefs, and his fingers wrapped around my shaft.
“Alright,” he said with his lips against my neck. “Show me your probe, alien man.”
I laughed, but it was hard to feel amused when he touched me like this. “Mmm, I wouldn’t call it the sexiest endearment.”
“Everything is sexy coming from my mouth.”
Roughly, I unbuttoned his flannel and thrust it open. He shrugged it off, then pulled the t-shirt over his head. After yanking mine off, his fingers returned to my dick with a relentless grip.
“You’ll never catch me disagreeing.”
“What if I say the dumbest shit imaginable?” he asked.
“Baby, you do every day.”
“Well, if you’re going to be rude this soon . . .”
He tried to leave the office, but I slammed him against the wall. “You’re not escaping me again, Remi.”
“Promise?”
I nodded toward his altar in the corner. “In front of your gods and any others who tune in for the show.”
I dropped to my knees, and the sound he made was better than any of his poetry, not that I would ever dare to tell him that.