Page 2 of Courting the Krampus
I nod enthusiastically. “Exactly! Wasn’t it you who said ‘fuck it and go along with whatever life throws at us’? If we’re saying ‘fuck it’ we might as well make it ‘fuck him.’”
Diana laughs. “Oh, you’re naughty. I love it!”
I lift one shoulder unapologetically. “Life’s too short to worry about shit out of our control. Just enjoy the ride. Pun intended.”
We both burst into fits of giggles, falling back into the chairs and clutching our stomachs.
Once our laughter tapers off, I take Diana’s hand again. “So glad I met you last night and we got to be roomies.”
“Right back at you,” Diana says with complete sincerity and squeezes my hand. “Talking about roomies, it feels like all of us have similar stories to how we got invited to ladies’ night, yet vastly different reasons for why we’re in the Caribbean. I’m curious to hear yours.”
I grin at her, but it’s bittersweet. “I woke up one morning and realized my life is stuck in the same old pattern. The thought was kind of suffocating, and I knew that if I don’t get out now, I’d probably be doing the exact same thing ten years from now, even twenty. So I sold my stuff, packed my bags, and picked a place I’ve always wanted to visit. I have no real destination or plan in mind. I’ll keep going until I run out of money, or I’ll get a job somewhere I really like. I met Iris and Helena on the beach about a week after I arrived here. We got to chatting and they told me about the ladies night thing to celebrate Iris’s breakup, and invited me to join. They didn’t set off any of my stranger-danger senses and it sounded like a good idea since I had nothing else planned. How about you?”
Tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear, Diana looks at the floor as she speaks. “I… um… left home and got on the first flight out from LAX. It just so happened to be coming here.”
I sit up straighter and search Diana’s face. “Are you okay? Is there someone you’re running from?”
Diana’s shoulders climb up to her ears. “I might have made it sound worse than it is.”
“Girl, don’t downplay things with me,” I warn her, all defensive instincts on high alert. “If there’s someone we need to keep you safe from, you tell me. I’ll rally everyone to protect you.”
Shoulders relaxing slightly, Diana gives me a soft smile. “I’m okay. The main thing is that I’m safe here and I have no plans on going back.”
“If you change your mind and want to tell me more, I’m here for you, okay?” I add earnestly, making sure to meet her eyes so she can see how serious I am.
“Same.” Diana shakes her head and switches gears. “Now, since we’ve established just how cool you are, can I ask you something personal?”
I angle my head and my brows draw together. “Wasn’t this whole conversation personal?”
Diana scrunches up her nose and a bright red spreads across her cheeks. “It’s about backdoor play. I’ve always been curious about it. Would you… um… recommend those beads to be a good place to start?”
“Oh, honey. I’m so glad you asked. Embracing your sexuality is the best, most liberating thing you can do for yourself. I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”
Chapter two
Natalie
Diana and I chat until we’re called to join the others for breakfast. I give her as many tips and tricks as I can think of, and because we don’t have reception on the island due to the magic or something, I promise to send links to some very interestingly shaped toys once we have reception again.
We enter the formal dining room and my eyes jump over all the different figures present, instantly gravitating toward Jasper, only to find his gaze already trained on me. His confident grin tells me he noticed I was looking for him—and he likes it.
That male is a snack. I’d much rather have him for breakfast.
Wordlessly, I saunter toward his side of the room, feeling his eyes like an invisible touch as they track up and down my body. I sway my hips a little more than strictly necessary, letting my short skirt bounce with the movement, hopefully enticing Jasper to glimpse more than he thought he would.
I’m not usually this blatantly obvious about my attraction to someone, but with Jasper, I’m intrigued to a point where I want to push him to his knees, throw my leg over his shoulder, and shove his face in my pussy until I come all over him.
Jasper meets me in the middle of the room and stops an arm’s length away.
“Good morning, gorgeous.” He leans forward and rolls to the balls of his feet, then rocks back on his heels, tucking his hands in his pockets.
I bite my lip and look at his wavy sandy-blond hair, my fingers itching to sink into the tousled locks around his girthy horns. I mentally bat my lusty thoughts away and settle on a neutral greeting.
“Morning. Sleep well?”
“Would’ve if I weren’t so plagued by inappropriate dreams of a certain woman,” the shameless flirt says in his deep timbre.
I trail a hand across my collarbone. “And what would make them inappropriate?” My eyes lock on his warm caramel eyes, and my pussy gets slick at the notion of him having similar thoughts about me.
