Page 46 of Courting the Krampus
I also have alone time with Jasper, alone time with Cole, and my connection with them is so all-encompassing, it feels like they’re rooted in the very fabric of my being—becoming bonded to my soul.
Being with them is comfortable and exciting at the same time, and the mere thought of walking away from this relationship is unfathomable.
Tomorrow, we say goodbye to Puutyöt and set off for Pehmolelu—the village responsible for making soft toys like stuffed teddy bears. I can’t wait to make a mini Jasper and mini Cole teddy.
Walking into the living room, Jasper sets three cups of mulled wine on the coffee table.
“I can’t believe our stay here is over.” Jasper’s bottom lip forms into the most adorable pout as he plops down on the soft rug in front of the fireplace.
Cole picks his cup up but pauses before taking a sip. “Can you believe we’ve been here for a week?”
I lean back on my side of the couch, stretching my legs into Cole’s lap as I wait for my wine to cool down a little. “I’m thinking we should make this a yearly trip. I’d love to visit Tinker and all the Puutyöten elves again.”
“Yearly?” Cole quirks an eyebrow, a hint of hope creeping into the seemingly casual question.
“Yearly,” I confirm, letting the implication of the statement hang in the air. They’ve not yet asked me again if I want to stay, giving me the space to make my decision in my own time.
Jasper tries to act like that single word didn’t have a strong impact on him, but the way his butt wiggles on the carpet reminds me of a happily wagging tail.
“Do you have a favorite memory from the week?” Jasper asks, eyes wide and expectant.
An irrepressible smile lifts the corners of my mouth. “I have a couple. One in particular was when I was riding Cole reverse cowgirl and you were fucking us with that delicious tongue at the same time.”
Cole’s eyes glaze over like he’s recalling that exact scene. “Honestly, that is a night I never want to erase from my mind. I was always curious how it would feel having a knot. Jasper wrapping his tongue around the base of my cock so I could knot you was mind-blowing. I don’t think anything could top that.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I say, “Don’t go putting challenges down like that. We might just come up with something even more creative.”
Jasper crawls forward and kneels between Cole’s legs. Placing his forearms on Cole’s knees, he glances at me before back at Cole. “Like the first night we used the paddle?”
Running his hand along Jasper’s horn, Cole taps two of the bells that somehow keep increasing, thanks to elves loving Jasper’s new look. He currently has six jingle bells of different sizes and colors adorning his horns. The elves no longer fear Jasper—if they ever really did—but view it as a privilege to “beautify” him.
“Poor Tinker.” Cole chuckles. “He really indulged us when we made that paddle. I know we were supposed to be focused on the Naughty List, but that paddle was practically begging to be made.”
“It’s been very useful, hasn’t it?” Jasper asks and waggles his eyebrows at me.
“Very,” Cole agrees and gives me a lascivious once-over.
Jasper sits up a little straighter, his eyes shining as he asks, “Should we use the paddle tonight?”
I shake my head, not even bothering to consider this question. “No, my ass still has the imprint of a Christmas tree from two nights ago when you ‘punished’mefor being naughty.”
Jasper sits back on his heels, looking a little deflated. “You may have deserved it. I couldn’t concentrate on a word Tinker said, knowing you were wearing the anal beads from the first night we met.”
I smirk. “Well, it was worth it. Edging myself all day to get double teamed at night was so much fun.”
Jasper’s voice turns sultry. “You always like being double teamed.”
I pick up my cup and hold it out to him in a salute. “So do you.”
Cole sits up and reaches for his own mulled wine, tutting playfully at us. “No paddle tonight, you two. Your asses will be too sore in the sleigh tomorrow. It’s a couple of hours’ ride to Pehmolelu, and I want you to be comfortable.”
“Feel like wearing your beads instead?” Jasper asks. The dare in his voice baits me just enough to know I’ll say yes.
I pretend I’m considering my answer, and throw my own dare out. “Only if you wear a plug.”
Jasper doesn’t even hesitate. “Deal.” He holds out his hand for me to shake, anticipation dancing in his eyes. I know the same feeling is reflected in mine as I shake his hand.
Cole clears his voice and sets down his now-empty cup. “Not like I want to change the topic, but can you show us your latest sketches? I’ve been waiting all day to see them.”
