When Brian comes in later, after decorating the yard, he stops in his tracks. The first thing that hits him is the Christmas music. Next, the aromas of different foods which are making the air smell delicious. He finds Elsie putting the finishing touches in the dining room, glass ornaments hang beautifully from the chandelier over the table which now has a winter wonderland in the center. Looking around, he sees the other rooms have also been transformed with magical Christmas touches, instantly transporting you to an enchanted place full of miracles and wonder.
“John!” Brian calls out.
Elsie jumps, a worried look on her face.
John comes around the corner… a towel hanging from his jeans like an apron.
“Incredible, isn’t it? This place looks amazing. Did you know Elsie is a designer?” John says, looking around the room with a fascinated and pleased expression on his face.
“Yeah? Where did you get all this stuff, Elsie?” Brian asks his eyes following John’s gaze around the room.
“John had everything, I just put it together,” she answers them as her eyes follow along with theirs, her hands on her hips and a satisfied smile on her face.
“You are incredible, Elsie,” Brian beams at her, then goes to her, lifts her chin up with one of his fingers, and places a light kiss on her lips. “Full of surprises, aren’t you, Dollface?” he remarks, before he heads into the kitchen.
“Come one, Angel, why don’t you finish up and we’ll have some lunch,” John suggests, smiling proudly at her as well.
“Ok, I’ll be right in,” Elsie answers him and turns back to the decorations she has in her hand. Taking advantage of the fact that they can’t see her, she mouths a silent, but very expressive, “Hell yeah!!!”, and does a fist pump.
Elsie finishes up in the living room and puts away the remaining decorations. After she returns the boxes to the room she got them out of, she joins Brian and John in the kitchen. Brian and John are sitting at the breakfast bar with half-eaten sandwiches and glasses of milk, in front of them. There’s also a sandwich on a plate at the empty seat between them.
“Come and eat, Baby Girl, then we’ll have to get cleaned up. I made you a turkey sandwich on wholegrain bread, I hope it’s ok. People will start arriving in a little while,” John tells Elsie, patting the chair between him and Brian.
“John makes a mean sandwich, he’s gonna make someone a good wife someday,” Brian teases.
“Shut up! You’re just jealous ‘cause you don’t know the difference between a stove and a washing machine,” John says as he slaps Brian on the back of the head.
Elsie can’t help but laugh at the playful banter. Their laid back, and very familiar relationship, makes her feel like there is already a place for her with them.
“I’m surprised you two haven’t killed each other yet, the way you go at it,” Elsie laughs as she takes her seat between the two big men.
“He would miss me too much if I wasn’t here,” Brian goads John.
“Hmmph, more than likely I’d be too bored without him,” John huffs out the admission.
“This looks wonderful, thank you, John,” Elsie says smiling shyly at him. She is still a little tentative, not really knowing how to act in this completely foreign situation.
“My pleasure, Angel, anything for you,” he says tenderly, before leaning in and kissing her softly.
“We’re really glad you’re here, Elsie,” Brian adds with sincerity in his voice.
Brian’s hand moves to rest on her thigh as she turns to look at him. He leans in to give her a gentle kiss. Butterflies, uncertainty, and warm arousal begin to flow through her all at once. John’s hand is stroking her other thigh gently. Heat courses through her, from their touch, making Elsie want to squirm in her seat.
“Eat up, Angel, then I want you to go upstairs and fill the Jacuzzi in the master bath, put some bubbles in and wait for us,” John tells her, his voice low and deep.
“We want to give you a bath, Baby Girl,” Brian explains, his voice taking on a husky tone as well.
Holy shit!! How the hell am I supposed to eat now?! Elsie thinks as heat shoots through her body, like lava oozing into every nook. She squeezes her thighs together as the pulsing throbs inside her and she feels her wetness escaping between her legs.
And they’re barely even touching her.
*
This is so wonderful, Elsie thinks as she slides down into the hot water and lays her head against the edge of the huge tub.
The bathroom is enormous, it’s easily as large as a bedroom. It has a Jacuzzi tub big enough for at least three people, a huge walk-in shower, and a double basin sink. The natural tones used in the rest of the house are also prevalent in the master bath, with tumbled stone throughout, on the floor, shower, backsplashes and accents along the walls. There’s a huge linen closet, where Elsie found gigantic towels. Big man, big towels.
I can’t believe I’m sitting in John’s bathtub waiting for him and Brian….to join me! Even though the water is doing a fantastic job soothing her, Elsie is beginning to panic. What am I doing here? I must be out of my mind to have thought I could go through with a night with these two warrior gods.
Just when she decides to leave and tell them she can’t do it, the bathroom door opens. Elsie is riveted to her spot, unable to move, her eyes fixed on the two large men entering the bathroom, the expressions on their faces are intense and piercing.
John enters first, his large frame filling the entire doorway, to the point that Elsie thinks he’s going to have to duck his head. His movements are determined as he slowly approaches the tub, his
