Page 31 of Courting the Krampus
Natalie’s final orgasm of the night is a tiny shudder running through her body and a sigh of contentment escaping from her lips.
I look down at the two beings who couldn’t be more different, but somehow hold my heart equally. Something magical occurred tonight, bound us together in some way. I’m not sure what the consequences are yet, but I’m all in with both of them.
Now, just to convince them to pick me too.
Chapter fifteen
Natalie
“Holy fuck,” I exclaim, my eyes going wide when I catch sight of the red sleigh and the two reindeer out the window. I rush toward the front door, throw it open, and come to a stop with Jasper and Cole flanking me.
My feet are unable to move, my brain unable to compute the sight before me.
Stepping from the sleigh like I’m living out some kind of childhood dream, is Nick—the real-life, actualSanta, with a brilliant smile lighting up his whole face. His light eyes twinkle with merriment when he takes in our surprised faces.
Sketching a bow, Nick points to the sleigh with mittened hands. “My lady, dear sirs, your carriage awaits.”
I’m still stuck taking in the scene when Jasper shoves his feet into his shoes and bounds toward the sleigh. He runs a hand along the smooth red wood and calls out, “It’s our own motherfucking sleigh!”
A joyous rumble starts low in my belly and bubbles through my body, fizzing through my very pores until laughter bursts out of me. I turn to Cole and he’s wearing the same excited grin. Impossibly, my joy grows, turning my smile into something goofy as some warm and fuzzy feelings take root deep in my gut. Instead of shunning the feelings as I usually would, I lean into them, letting them spread until I feel like happy endings might just be possible.
Cole must sense something in my expression, his smile morphing into one so sugary sweet I might get a cavity merely looking at it. He bends and helps me with my boots, then laces his fingers with mine. Together, we run toward Jasper, my steps so light and giddy it almost feels like I’m floating across the snow.
Cole and Nick shake hands and Jasper turns, throws his arms around the two of them, and squishes them together. Deciding I want in on the action, I also skip over to them and burrow into the group hug.
I don’t know when I became a skipping kind of woman, maybe it’s the North Pole having that effect on me. Or it could be all the orgasms from last night and subsequent happy feelings coursing through my veins.
Everyone groans good-naturedly as we hug each other and we dissolve into chuckles. I think this is my first-ever group hug, and weirdly, I kind of like it. There’s something so pure about all of us embracing that I can almost picture having more of this in my future.
A reindeer snorts and I’m the first to break away, curious about seeing one up close.
“Can I touch them?” I ask Nick, taking in the pretty harnesses. The bridles around their snouts have lovely intricate stitching in red, green, and gold. The portions leading along their bodies have plaid handmade garlands that almost look like ribbons cut from some of Nick’s own clothes. Interspersed between the ribbons are jingle bells. That explains what I heard before I saw them out the window.
“Sure, you’ll be spending lots of time with them, so it’s good to get you acquainted,” Nick says and comes to stand next to me. He runs a hand along the closest reindeer’s neck and gives him a loving pat. “This is Merry.” Moving to the other reindeer, he introduces her with the same amount of affection, “And this sweetie pie is Jolly.”
I scratch along Merry’s neck the same way Nick did. “Hi, I’m Natalie. I like your harness. It’s giving me ideas,” I say and throw a wink at Jasper.
Jasper growls and bites his fist like he’s not opposed to the idea. “You know I like the way you ride me. Might give you something to hold on to next time. Cole too.” This time, he winks at Cole who arches back an intrigued brow.
Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse a blush brightening Nick’s cheeks, and I swear that’s longing in his eyes. I wonder how he’ll meet his Mrs. Claus. Hope it’s soon, because he really seems like a nice male who would take good care of someone.
Cole inspects the sleigh, walking around it, skimming his hands along the curve of the wood, and across the dark green velvet bench seat. I can almost feel his touch like an invisible hand as I replay how he glided his hands over my body in the same way last night.
Pausing with one hand on the front lip of the sleigh, Cole asks, “Nick, did you build this yourself?”
The color in Nick’s cheeks intensifies until he resembles the sleigh. “Uh, yeah. It’s a little personal project of mine,” he mumbles and rubs the back of his neck. “It’s not perfect, and I can’t use it for Christmas, obviously it’s too small to hold the compartment for my Santa bag with all the presents. But, um, you guys are welcome to use it for however long you need.” Nick looks down at his boots and scuffs his heel against the snow in an adorably shy manner. He’s like a big teddy bear and I totally get why he’s Santa.
Jasper lopes over to him and envelops the bigger man in a hug. “Ah, Nicky. You’re the sweetest.” Then, he smacks a kiss to Nick’s beard-covered cheek before bouncing back over to me by the reindeer, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me flush against him. I sink into Jasper’s touch and lean my head against his chest.
This right here is the most wholesome moment of my life. I have zero worries or frustrations. I’m freshly fucked, standing in the arms of a male who I’m pretty sure I’m developing some not-just-horny feelings for, while the other male who is chipping away at all my carefully constructed walls looks at us with so much warmth that it’s making my toes curl in my boots.
Are these fucking heart flutters?I’m so used to pussy flutters that the sensation this far north is catching me off guard. I surprisingly don’t mind them as much as I thought I would—or maybe it’s only because it’s with Jasper and Cole.
Cole shifts his gaze back to Nick and places a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “This sleigh is a work of art, Nick. The detailing and the craftsmanship is better than anything I’ve seen. You must have spent hundreds of hours on this.”
“She’s a beauty, Nick. Perfect color choice too,” Jasper adds, giving my lips a lingering look. I guess Nick and I share a love for the color red.
Nick looks positively bashful with all the compliments and my heart grows about two sizes.
