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Natalie narrows her eyes at him. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or not. I don’t even care right now. I’m so full and so happy. I can stay like this forever.”
I trail my fingers along her back, trying not to think about orgasms or any sexual thoughts. If I remain aroused, my knot will remain inflated, especially when it’s getting hugged so tightly by her super wet, hot cunt.
“Give it about thirty minutes, then my knot will come down,” I say and picture cold snowflakes landing on my skin, anything to get my focus off sexual ideas.
Cole’s voice is very suggestive when he says, “And then cleanup will start.”
Natalie shakes her head. “I’m a limp fish. I don’t think I have the leg power to even walk to the bathroom to clean up.”
Smile turning devilish, Cole explains, “Don’t worry, we have tongues. We’ll put them to good work. You just lie back and let us take care of you.”
“Merry Christmas to me.”
Chapter twenty-one
Cole
“You ready to go?” I call to Natalie while threading Jasper’s horns through his beanie and tucking it snug over his ears. As if my hand has a mind of its own, I reach up and flick one of the bells attached to his horns, reminding myself of how much fun it was last night to make them jingle in other ways.
Natalie saunters into the room looking especially beautiful. She’s wearing a tiny black skirt over thick tights I’m intent on not destroying today—the woman needs her warm clothes if she’s going to survive in this climate. Her lips match her maroon sweater, and a tiny sliver of skin is visible on her waist. I imagine Jasper and I will make it our personal goal to keep that inch of skin warm all day.
“All done,” Natalie says and places a light kiss on my cheek like it’s the most natural thing in the world to do. Just as predicted, Jasper’s hands find her waist, fingers splaying over the exposed skin as he pulls her back to his front.
I shrug on my black jacket and hand Jasper his coat. “First stop is Tinker’s workshop. I’m hoping we find some kind of inspiration for a gift for the Naughty List kids. If you can think of anything, please speak up and we can ask Tinker to help us brainstorm—I think he might enjoy that.”
“Paddles won’t work, will they?” Natalie jokes as she straightens my jacket, smoothing her hands over my chest.
I reach down and pinch her ass. “Maybe on you, but let’s not try that with them.”
“Oh, that’s giving me ideas,” Jasper says and bounces on his feet.
I back them into the door with my hips, sandwiching Natalie just the way she likes. “Let’s try to behave today. I don’t want to scar any of the elves with our… shenanigans.”
Jasper pulls me closer by the collar of my shirt and kisses me like he’s got a point to prove. His tongue dominates mine until I’m reaching for him around Natalie, my cock hard against her stomach.
Natalie lets out a contented sigh between us. “I can watch you two all day. Unfortunately—and I can’t believe I’m the one to say this—I think it’s better if we leave now before we end up naked within the next minute.”
Jasper and I pull back, both utterly breathless. He runs his tongue along his teeth and looks me up and down, banding one arm across Natalie’s chest. “If we behave today, can we misbehave tonight?”
Natalie tilts her head and flutters her lashes at us. “I’ve never seen the Eiffel Tower before. Maybe tonight you two can show me?”
I help her into her coat then pull her toward the door, mumbling, “Let’s go before we take you right now.”
***
Our breaths mist the air and our boots crunch against the snow as we walk through the quiet streets toward the center of the village, following Tinker’s directions.
Window displays from bakeries and quaint tea shops compete for our attention. The smells of freshly baked bread, pastries, and other confections entice us to step off the path and satisfy the sweet tooth we all share.
One shop has wooden snowflakes dangling over a miniature Christmas town, fake snow sprinkled across the roofs. Another has a variety of baked goods stacked on ribboned boxes, all framed by garlands of stars and twinkling lights. The grocer’s window displays an army of nutcrackers holding samples of vegetables and other products they sell. My stomach grumbles despite our hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, and sausages that Coco—Tinker’s wife—sent over.
It’s only through our sheer willpower that we’re able to turn the corner and make our way to the wood workshop. The sight before us trumps everything else we’ve yet seen.
Wordlessly, we come to a halt as we take in the only painted building in town. The exterior walls are pine green, mimicking the large trees flanking the workshop. Giant white snowflakes adorn its facade—each uniquely carved with built-in twinkling lights. Through the paned windows, we can just make out the shape of elves bathed in warm golden light, hard at work to create toys for the children on the Good List.
The rustic-red double doors creak open, and we’re greeted by the soft humming of a faintly familiar tune coming from the elves within.
Tinker steps out—a small, patient smile in place as he waits for us to walk closer. “Welcome, dear friends. I hope you had no trouble finding us?”
