“Hey Bri, I was just telling Elsie that I kidnapped her because I needed a slave,” he answers Brian, still chuckling at the inside joke they’d shared.
“I think it’s gonna be more like we’re her slaves, Bro,” Brian says with a shit eating grin that matches John’s.
“You got that right,” John agrees, as he goes back behind the counter to finish putting the groceries away.
“Hey, Baby Girl, is John treating you good, or am I gonna have to kick his ass?” Brian asks Elsie, before he bends to brush his lips against hers. It is a soft, gentle kiss and it takes Elsie by surprise.
“Yeah,” she answers, and she feels a blush creeping up her chest, then her neck, across her face, then covering her scalp. “He’s putting me to work. I guess it’s better than sitting on my butt all day.”
“Yeah, me too. You’d better have some good food here to make it up to us, right, Elsie?” Brian teases John, as he comes up behind Elsie and wraps his arms around her waist, while resting his chin on her shoulder.
Elsie is completely out of her element, being coddled and smothered with affection by these two very caring, genuine, and sexy men. It has her a little off balance, but she feels good, comfortable, and appreciated, but most of all she feels desired and wanted. This new territory has softened her edge and taken the knife from her tongue.
She’s relaxing, John thinks to himself. Her guards are coming down and she’s letting us in, thank God. Seeing this change fills him with relief and happiness. Hopefully, soon, we’ll find out what she’s hiding, and what’s holding her back. What the hell is her secret?
“That’s right, ‘cause I know I’m going to be starved in a little while, and these vegetables aren’t going to be enough,” Elsie joins Brian in reprimanding John.
John comes around the counter towards Brian and Elsie.
“Do you honestly think I wouldn’t take care of all of your needs, Angel? I think I know what you need better than you do,” John tells her with a knowing smile. He lowers his face to hers and holds her chin in on one of his hands. He kisses her hard and deep, pushing her mouth open with his tongue, as Brian’s hands hold her, molding her to his front. Brian’s big hands are splayed open on her stomach, his fingers threatening to touch both her breasts and her sex.
The sudden onslaught of arousal and stimulation breaks down more of Elsie’s guard, and she melts into both of them, her body leaning into Brian and her mouth returning the fervor of John’s kiss. When John breaks the kiss, Elsie is breathless and shaky.
I am in so much trouble! Elsie thinks. But it’s going to be so worth it!
John’s eyes bore into Elsie with hunger and desire. She can feel Brian’s erection pressing into her back and the heat from his hands penetrating her, as his heavy breathing from above her head fills her ears.
“I guess we need to get to work, or else everyone will find us in a compromising position,” John says, his voice gravelly.
“I suppose you’re right, I would have some serious explaining to do,” Elsie says, her voice a little high.
All three of them laugh at the idea of the guests walking in and finding them naked, their limbs and bodies entwined together. They would all have some serious explaining to do.
An hour later, not only has Elsie gotten the vegetables cut up, but she’s also carved flowers, trees, bowls and other works of art from the vegetables and fruits.
“Holy cow, Elsie, that’s beautiful! It looks too good to eat. I didn’t know you were so artistic,” John praises Elsie’s food tray masterpiece.
“Thank you, I’m a designer and have always created things from everyday stuff. My mom used to freak because I’d drag garbage home, then I’d turn it into something new. I’m not much of a cook, but I can make food look pretty,” she laughs, stepping back to admire her work.
“Really? I didn’t know that, I’d love to see some your work,” he says looking at her with pride in his eyes.
“Maybe one day you will,” she winks at him, not promising, but not putting him off either.
“Well, I don’t have any more food for you to play with right now, but when I get everything out of the oven maybe you can help doing something nice with the table...,” he says, looking off into the dining area and grimacing.
“Yeah, it does look kind of lame in there. Just point me in the direction of the decorations and I’ll put something together for you,” Elsie says, cocking her head to the side while her artistic wheels start turning.
“Hey now, be gentle,” John mocks injury, as he holds his hand to his chest. “Go down the hallway to the first door on the right, the decorations are in there.”
Elsie heads out, following John’s directions. Her voice comes from the other side of the house, “Really nice place.”
Her compliment makes him feel good. He grown up poor and he vowed never to live in those conditions again. He knew all too well how it was to do without, to live everyday ashamed of being dirty and hungry, of the ripped, filthy clothes he’d had to wear every day. Never again.
“Thanks,” he calls back.
She re-enters the kitchen carrying a box.
“Is there anything that’s off limits?” She asks, with a playful smile on her pixie face.
This time it’s her enthusiasm that’s contagious, and he can’t help but give her a very wide grin.
“Nope, knock yourself out,” he tells her happily.
“Ok, just remember you said that, Mountain Man,” she warns, giving him a big smile as she turns on her heels with the box of treasures in her hands. She walks back out while humming Jingle Bells merrily to herself.
A minute later Christmas carols are floating through
