Mrs. Claus costume, and I know this is more than sex. It’s love, and because love has always evaded me in the past, I’m going to hold tight to what the three of us can be together—along with one hell of a night.
“Did you know in French that Avery means ruling with elf wisdom, but in Old English, it means ruling as an elf leader?” Rowan’s voice has me twisting my body toward him, and as we’ve done all week, I want to lean in and let him kiss me, and how in this one innocent action, how much he wants me.
“And our little toy maker, shows up as the chief elf, Santa Claus, as her name dictates. May I say, Santa has never looked sexier.” This is Knox, and I find it odd how they are both in a hurry to chat about the meaning of my name when I’ve not seen them for a couple of days.
“First off, I’m technically Mrs. Claus. Second, when have the two of you done a deep dive on the meanings of names?” I look them both up and down in their costumes. Both as opposite as they are in this world.
I address Knox’s costume choice first, my eyes falling on the box, sitting midsection on his body. “Are you Justin Timberlake or Andy Samberg?” I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s dressed up as a dick in a box from Saturday Night Live.
“Ah, good, you know what I am. I have the skit on repeat in the living room, so no one will ask me anymore, and of course, I’m Justin Timberlake.”
“Yeah.” I let out a stifled laugh. “Oh yes, you’re Justin Timberlake. It would be my first choice for you.” With the pitch in my tone, I try to hide my neediness for them.
“And what are you, businessman Santa Claus?” Ro has on a three-piece suit made completely out of little Santa Clauses on green material with a jacket, vest, matching pants, and a tie.
“Something like that.” He pauses, starting his gaze at my boots, then moving all the way to the top and the Santa hat on my head. “But you seem to have stolen the show, little toy maker. You’re sexy tonight.” He quiets, moving in toward my ear. “And I can’t wait to take every piece of your sexiness off you after the party.”
I’m used to the direct Rowan, but with the dip in his tone and the way his eyes move to the cleavage my sister happily helped me with, he’s more than mentally undressing me. He’s imagining later, in their bed, the three of us finally giving in to all the foreplay of this week. And it’s obvious.
“Wait until after the party wraps up, then we can hang out for a bit?” This is Knox, and though we’ve come close several times with exploring one another’s bodies, we’ve not gone all the way. But I know tonight is the night.
“Um, I’m not sure. I’ve had a day from hell and am very tired.” Both men’s smiles fall, and I can’t fake it any longer. “Gotcha!”
“You’ll pay for that later. Right, Ro?” Knox says, pulling Ro into his space.
Rowan’s nod is exaggerated. “Hell yeah, our little naughty toy maker.”
“Hey, hon, I’ll be right back. I need to make sure we have more beer, wine, and hors d'oeuvres set out for everyone.” He turns, blowing a kiss our way.
As soon as he’s out of earshot, Ro attacks the subject of us with a vengeance. “We know where this is leading.” He stops, and the serious Ro emerges, pulling me away from the crowd. “There are people who will think what the three of us share is wrong. We’ve seen it with our friends Clara and Bodhi. They hang around several other triads with the same mindset. They’re happy, truly happy, so I know it can be done.”
He gives me a small little squeeze on the shoulders, and I’d never thought of our life led in the public eye. But I also know this isn’t a casual thing either. I won’t hide what I want in life. I haven’t realized that many are staring out of the front windows, watching the string of cars as they drive through our neighborhood, admiring the debut of our luminarias.
The luminarias lighting is quite the success as Rowan had said they would be, and I laugh at the change in my life in the past couple of weeks.
I find both Ro and Knox standing