Page 15 of Courting the Krampus
My smile grows wolfish, knowing she’s unaware of why we stopped after only focusing on her pleasure. “Oh, you’ll have to work up to our cocks.”
Scoffing, Natalie says, “Listen, I’m not some inexperienced woman. A cock is a cock.”
Cole shakes his head. “Not with us, it’s not.”
“Huh?”
I bite my lip, relishing the look of almost innocent bafflement replacing Natalie’s usual self-assuredness. “I doubt you’ve seen anything like either of us have.”
Placing both hands flat on the table, Natalie’s wide-eyed gaze swivels between Cole and me. Excitement and disbelief war in her tone, as she asks, “Are monster cocks real?”
“Yup.” My chest puffs up with pride and I cross my arms, confidence running through my veins that Natalie was made for us.
Cole clears his throat and adjusts his dick under the table. “Let’s keep on topic before said monster cock drills a hole through my pants.”
Natalie shakes her head like she’s willing her lustful thoughts away as she arranges a throw blanket over her lap, unfortunately covering those delectable thighs.
“Okay, okay. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know—as long as everyone’s sharing. But don’t think your monster cocks aren’t on the forefront of my brain. I’ll probably be distracted coming up with all sorts of theories about monster cocks while we try to have this conversation.”
“Noted. Now, Arizona?” Cole asks and sits back in his chair, manspreading his legs in a way that makes me think of our countless nights together of me sitting between them as he strokes my hair.
“I’m twenty-five and was working as a receptionist in a tattoo studio, getting ready to start my apprenticeship, and then I guess I had an existential crisis.” Natalie’s tone is flat, but there’s a bit of humor lurking underneath.
“Well, the North Pole is a great place to ponder your life,” I say. I know it sounds like a joke, but I really love visiting here more so than staying at my own place.
A corner of Natalie’s lips quirk up. “You sound like you’re talking from experience.”
I just shrug like it’s not a big deal, and feel Cole’s gaze burning the side of my face.
Natalie takes a fortifying breath before elaborating. “Things weren’t always easy growing up. I was raised by a single mom who worked a lot to make ends meet, you know the drill. Once I was old enough to support myself, I moved out to lessen her burden. From pretty early on in life I knew I didn’t want to follow in her footsteps—especially the pregnancy stuff, I’m annoyingly meticulous about my birth control. But somehow I found myself with a job that made enough to sustain me, but not enough to give me the opportunities to really live the life I want for myself. I realized one day that I was going to be stuck in Arizona my whole life, same as her, and never go on adventures or see the world. So I sold everything, packed a bag, and left. I have no final destination in mind, just an itch to get out and the knowledge that I don’t want to go back there.”
“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you want,” Cole says. “I’m sure we can think up an adventure or two for you.” The offer is sweet, but there’s something heady underneath it, like a promise that he might actually give her a reason to extend her stay.
I hope we can both stay.
Like most krampuses, I have a modest cabin nestled in the Alps, but I find myself spending increasingly longer periods of time at Cole’s house, feeling more at home here than when I’m alone there. Things between us have even gone so far that I’ve upgraded from having a drawer in his room, to my own closet space. Yet, we’ve never hadthatconversation to label our relationship.
Natalie’s smile is faint, but genuine, before she settles for her usual impassive expression. “I go where Jasper goes, I guess, for however long this tattoo is keeping us tied to each other.”
“Can I see the tattoo?”
“Oh, I thought you saw it. It’s here.” The spoon in my hand falls still, the soup bubbling softly as I watch her remove the blanket around her waist and point to the design that blends into the garter belt of flowers tattooed in a ring around her upper thigh. Unconsciously, I rub the same spot on my leg.
Cole moves around the table and traces the aligned sun, moon, and stars. His touch sends a visible tremor racing through Natalie. When she looks up again, Cole’s dark eyes are firmly locked on hers. My own breathing gets shallow as an awareness builds between them before Cole pries his hand away and slumps back into his chair.
“You can trace mine too,” I say, releasing the spoon, letting it clatter against the edge of the pot while I reach for my belt buckle.
“Fuck, Jas. If you take your pants off now then this conversation is done for. My hands will be wrapped around your knot before you can blink and Natalie will be swallowing your delicious cum like the good girl I know she is.”
I groan and fist my hard cock through my pants. “You can’t go putting an image like that in my mind right now. How am I supposed to concentrate on stirring this soup?”
“I agree,” Natalie says and crosses her legs. One elbow on the table, she props her chin in her hand. “Knot? And delicious cum? You’ve piqued my interest.”
“You two horny creatures,” Cole tuts with mock disapproval. “Let’s focus on the conversation.”
“You started it.” I pout, but partially turn back to the soup while keeping them in my peripheral vision.
Cole sighs. “Wouldn’t have if you two didn’t look so tempting.”
