15. Natalie

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, actual Santa , 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.

Gaze filled with pure wonderment, Cole says, “It’s incredibly kind of you to let us use it, Nick. Thank you. We’ll take good care of the sleigh.”

“And the reindeer,” I add cheerfully, knowing Nick cares even more about them.

Nick rubs at his chest like our words really mean something special to him. “Thank you. Merry and Jolly are a mated pair. Reindeer don’t usually take lifelong partners, but these two refuse to be separated. When you get to the villages, please make sure the elves stable them together, otherwise they’d find a way to break through walls to get to each other.”

“Noted. They’ll be safe and happy with us,” Jasper says and playfully salutes Nick.

Thinking of one of the most important factors no one has mentioned, I call out, “Snacks! What kind of snacks do they like?”

Nick lifts a bag from a compartment in the sleigh and hands it to Cole. “These are some special candy canes they enjoy. They’re reindeer friendly—the elves figured out a recipe that the reindeer like and won’t be too hard on their tummies. You can always stock up in the villages, but I’m guessing the elves will take care of them without you needing to ask for anything. They love all my reindeer.”

“Candy canes?” I murmur. “I can think of something else that reminds me of candy canes.” At my suggestive tone, Jasper pulls me closer and bends down to bite lightly on my shoulder, nipping his way up my neck.

His breath is hot and wet against my ear as he whispers, “Tonight, when we get to Puutyot, I want to see Cole’s candy-cane cock in your ass. If you can handle that and crave more, I want to stretch your sweet cunt around my fat cock at the same time. I want to feel Cole rubbing against me as we both take you, fill your ass with sugar plum cum and your cunt with—”

“That’s my cue to go,” Nick says loudly, his ears now the color of the sleigh. Judging from the way he’s unable to make eye contact with Jasper and me, I’m guessing he has highly sensitive hearing.

Cole tries to hide his smile, compassion for his highly uncomfortable brother overriding his mirth as he comes to stand with us. As if it’s the most natural thing in the world, I slip my right hand into Cole’s, and Jasper drapes one arm around Cole’s shoulder.

“I’ll keep you updated,” Cole says. “We’re visiting Puutyot first. Depending on if we find inspiration or not, we’ll adjust our stay accordingly. After that, we’re heading to Pehmolelu.”

“That sounds wonderful,” Nick says a little wistfully. Moving to the reindeer to say his goodbyes, Nick pets them and gives them gentle hugs before turning back to us. “You better be off. I’ve left the skies clear for today’s journey, but I’ll send some fresh snow for you when you arrive tonight. Might be romantic over there. It’s a beautiful village with all their wooden houses and the twinkling lights strung from the eaves, and the…” Nick’s eyes glaze over as the picture seemingly forms in his mind. It sounds absolutely magical and I can’t wait to go.

Cole goes in for a hug and Nick shocks back into his body. Even though I haven’t known them long, there’s a stark difference in how they’re interacting now versus yesterday. It’s the cutest thing to see them building their relationship, and I’m starting to feel like I want to stay here long enough to witness their bond growing.

Jasper steps up to hug Nick and I follow suit. The three of us wave him off as he walks back to town. After this trip, I’m not sure where I’m going to be, but I’m set on reaching out to any single monster fuckers, or monster-curious people, because I want to make it my mission to find someone for Nick.

When Nick’s finally out of view, Cole pivots and wraps a hand around Jasper’s throat, pulling the taller male down for a filthy open-mouthed kiss that’s all tongue and teeth. And just like that, my pussy is soaked. I’m going to have to start carrying a mop around with me when I’m around these two.

Cole reaches out with his free hand and pulls me closer, ripping his mouth from Jasper’s and kissing me with the same voraciousness. The kiss steals my breath and my knees literally go weak, so Cole braces me to keep me upright.

Jasper threads a hand into my hair and when I go to pull back from Cole, I feel we’re both held in place by Jasper. Bending down, Jasper places his mouth next to ours and joins the kiss with his long krampus tongue. Our three tongues dance and tussle, Jasper’s much longer one dominating ours as he takes charge of the sloppy kiss.

When we’re sufficiently breathless, Jasper steps back with an obnoxiously satisfied grin pulling up the corners of his mouth. “There’s more where that came from.”

Jasper practically frolics into the house to grab our bags as I stand there, still too stunned to move. Cole laughs and then he’s following Jasper into the house, holding the door open for me with a patient smile.

What is my life even? How did I get here? All I know is that I can’t imagine returning to a life without Cole and Jasper.