Page 2 of Christmas Desires

I wanted to shout, “Do bears shit in the woods?”

Gene nodded. His eyes focused behind me, and he raised a hand, rising to his feet.

“Simon,” Gene said, and I turned to look.

My breathing sped up. The new guy wore an expensive blue shirt open at the neck and dark, pressed trousers. His dark-caramel coloured hair caught the light as he drew closer. He wasn’t as tall or stocky as Gene, but his lithe frame gave the impression of coiled strength. My heartbeat pounded in my ears.Wow.

They shook hands and clapped each other’s backs like old friends. The newcomer’s eyes caught mine, and a smile teased the edge of his full lips.

Holy shit. It was hot by this fire.

CHAPTER 2

Elle

I tried fruitlessly to create a neutral face, convinced I must be drooling. The effect of both these gorgeous guys up close was frying my brain.

“This is Candy Cane. The sub I was telling you about. Candy, this is Simon.”

I smiled at him, regretting the stupid name now as it sounded daft. Simon’s gaze roved over me like a caress, and a spark flew up my arms when he gripped my hand and kissed my knuckles.

“Pleased to meet you, Candy. So you got a night with our infamous Genie.”

My smile widened, slightly overwhelmed by their dual focus. The live wire feeling was back. I glanced between them and only managed a nod.

“Words, little one, words.” Simon’s voice turned strict, and my nipples pebbled in my dress.

“Yes.” I held his gaze, and my usual sass rose to the surface. “I got a buy one, get one free deal too.”

“Brat.” His eyes smouldered into mine.

Gene cleared his throat and produced an iPad from nowhere.

“I want you to review your limits. Simon and I have checked them over.” He passed me the tablet, and I looked over the familiar questionnaire, the fine hairs on my arms rising.

Just filling in that list for Gene opened up possibilities that had me reaching for my vibrator. I had to Google some terms, but none of them put me off. He only created an intense curiosity to explore this and relief that maybe I wasn’t a freak like my ex called me. Perhaps I’d found people who were kinkier than me, and I was eager to learn everything. I finally wanted to feel like myself. I was waging a one-woman sexual revolution!

“Nothing has changed,” I said when I finished scanning.

“These are for Simon and me.” He swiped through to the questionnaires for them both.

I scanned them. There wasn’t much in the hard limits.

“Gene doesn’t kiss, but it’s not a limit for me,” Simon said as I passed the iPad back.

“You’ve requested we lead the scene where we believe you would enjoy going without knowing all the specifics beforehand,” Gene said.

Gene had been meticulous about consent and safety in our discussions – perhaps the thing that made me most comfortable. There was no coercion. We talked everything through and agreed on each possible detail. We brainstormed scenes, and most things sounded amazing.

“Yes, I want the anticipation.”

None of my exes were ever creative enough to surprise me, and running through all the options with Gene was like trying to choose from an expensive restaurant menu when you’ve just been told everything is free. I wanted someone else to decide.

“Remind me of your safe word and the check-in.”

“Green is, I’m fine, amber for a pause and red or… Grinch for stop.” I cringed.

Gene said red was enough, but I could have another safe word if I wanted. In my exuberance, I chose something silly, and now, sitting in front of these intense guys, it sounded very childish.

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