Page 10 of Courting the Krampus
“Don’t just stand there looking creepy, come sit with us,” Jasper says to Cole as he returns with our warm drinks.
Cole sets them on the coffee table in the center of the room. “I made three caffè mochas with gingerbread whipped cream.”
Next to me, Jasper sputters out a cough that turns into a chuckle. “Thanks. Just the way you like it.”
“Who can say no to gingerbread?” Cole shrugs and gives Jasper a panty-melting wink.
My nipples pebble at the way the two males banter. Even if I don’t get their jokes, there’s something so hot about their flirting that reflects years of intimacy. Oddly, neither Jasper nor Cole raise any alarm bells for me, which would’ve been blaring in any other situation. Besides my general jaded outlook on life, I trust these two.
I scoot forward, lifting my mug to my nose so I can take a lungful of the rich aroma. Lowering it to my lips, I take a sip and hum as the flavor hits my tongue.
“This is some good shit,” I sigh out as the warm liquid moves down my throat, my whole body relaxing as I savor the taste. I open my eyes to find both males’ gazes trained on me with an intensity I have not experienced before.
Jasper licks his lips. “You like it?”
“What’s not to like?”
Jasper whips his head to Cole so fast I’m scared he’s going to injure his neck, and Cole’s expression can only be described as smug.
I wonder how many secrets these two share.
Cole moves toward the empty armchair on the opposite side of the coffee table. It’s framed perfectly in front of the large window that looks out on the quiet forest surrounding his house here on the edge of town.
I still can’t believe I’m in the North Pole. It’s not so much a pole as a series of villages spread out within the Arctic Circle, carefully warded from human eyes and spelled to retain the same weather all year round. It’s magnificent.
Jasper and I entered through a portal on the edge of the central town—where Cole lives—and a literal Christmas elf signed us in. Cole had given our details to their security so we could pass through quickly without too many questions, even though the elves’ wide-eyed stares brimmed with curiosity. Apparently, not many humans make their way to this part of the world.
I study the uniquely colored snowcapped trees outside as I sip slowly, savoring the sweet deliciousness of the warm drink.
Pink trees. If someone had told me there were pink trees in the North Pole I would have snorted with laughter. But here I am, looking at the snowy gradients ranging from the palest baby pink on the top layers, to a denser mauve pink where it compacts on the lower branches. It provides the perfect backdrop to the cozy interior of Cole’s home, juxtaposing dark and bright.
I can’t help but think that it also resembles Cole’s and Jasper’s energies, one needing the other to enhance their beauty. The rosy glimmer of magic that clings to the snow reflects into the house, bathing the interior in a faint misty pink and I marvel at the beauty of it all. Not in my wildest imagination could I have ever dreamed up this picture.
Jasper tsks. “I hope you’re not planning on sitting alone in that chair.” The male has an actual pout on his face as he stares at Cole with beguiling puppy eyes blinking exaggeratedly. No one can be immune to those lethal weapons.
A smile creeps across my lips as Cole pauses and cocks his head, studying the two-seater couch that Jasper and I are sitting on, and mentally doing the math.
Jasper adds another flutter of his lashes. “I missed you too much. Please, come sit with us. Natalie doesn’t mind. Right, gorgeous?”
Before I can utter my response, Jasper takes my mug and puts it on the table. He places two large hands around my waist and—like it’s not the hottest thing that has ever happened to me—lifts me and places me sideways on his lap. I blink while he drapes the blanket around my legs, tucking it in and making sure it’s snug before handing me my mug again.
I look at Cole to see his reaction to this, hoping this doesn’t cross some line between them, but what I see is not what I expected.
There’s appreciation and hunger in those eyes as he eats us up—eyes tracing from where Jasper’s hand rests on my waist, up, over the curve of my tits, up the column of my neck, lingering on my lips, before following the same path downward on Jasper.
My pussy grows impossibly wet as the moment suspends between us, the two males having a silent conversation with seriously intense eye contact only.
“I suppose I shall.” At Cole’s smooth reply, something new flutters low in my stomach.
These aren’t nervous flutters. They’re anticipation flutters at being on a couch between two ridiculously good-looking males who ooze sex. I could perhaps become the filling in this monster sandwich, and there’s nothing on Earth that could make me say no. I don’t even have to be the filling, I’d be okay with being a slice of bread. Or the crust. But whatever is happening, I’m in.
Each purposeful step of Cole’s feet echoes in my chest as he keeps his eyes on us and moves closer. Holding his mug steady in one hand, he lowers himself down opposite us, gets comfortable, and throws his free arm along the backrest of the couch. Jasper mirrors the move, lacing his fingers with Cole’s while his grip on my waist gets a tad firmer.
I take a sip while I mull over the situation more carefully. These two clearly have a deep connection, but they both seem interested in me too. Judging by the horny looks we’re all exchanging, I’m counting down the seconds until we get to tear each other’s clothes off—just as Jasper promised. Chatting and getting to know each other can come later. After I come. And they come… all over me.
A groove forms between Cole’s brows as he looks at us. “Jasper was a little vague on details when he called earlier. How about you two tell me more about how you came to be bonded?” My bottom lip juts out a little in disappointment when I realize Cole’s intent on the chatting part first. My pussy will have to wait a little longer to get the attention she craves.
“I’m not sure I understand it myself. Kind of sounded like no one there understood it either—including Bertie,” Jasper explains, following Cole’s lead and dulling more of my sexy thoughts to focus on the bigger issues at hand.
