Pleasure Unbound

Just as I suspected-or should I say, as I was made aware of due to my relentless snooping, I hauled in quite a bit for Christmas. I chastised both Cain and Eli for going overboard.

Eli argued that he had received a nice Christmas bonus at work, while Cain said the catering business had been making major bucks over the holidays, and they had picked up several steady clients for continuing business.

All I knew was that I was officially spoiled this Christmas, and I was a little in love with that.

“My UGG boots,” I screeched opening the box and pulling them out. “Oh my God! How’d you guys know?”

That had earned an eye roll from each of them, as I shrugged them on, grinning like a kid who just had their first taste of chocolate.

I also received a leather jacket, a Coach purse, two sweaters, two pairs of jeans, a gold chain necklace, and an assortment of music C. Ds.

Darcy had gifted me with several pairs of earrings, a sweater, hat, gloves and flannel PJs.

Cain rolled his eyes as I pulled out the flannel PJs that had built-in feet. “Those aren’t any fun,” he teased.

Both of them had loved my gifts to them, totally impressed with my skills at knitting scarves, and they tried them on to show me how they looked.

“You guys have really outdone yourselves,” I remarked, looking at my pile of gifts. “This is the best Christmas ever-and it’s because of both of you, and the way that I feel about you guys.”

It grew quiet as I felt their gazes wrap me up in very secure warmth. I suddenly felt nervous beneath their perusal because they sensed there was more that I wanted to say, and there was.

But I needed to say it to Cain first. And now wasn’t the right time. I needed to let him know that, although I loved him-and Eli too for that matter, I wasn’t going to be the person who came between them.

We busied ourselves in the kitchen later, getting our Christmas ham in the oven. I watched the way that Eli and Cain interacted and it seemed different-not a bad different, just a subtle quietness that blanketed them and it was new. It was as if a decision had been made; or maybe, a compromise of some sort between the two of them. I was unnerved by it, somehow feeling guilty of something.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the conversation I’d overheard and now I wished like hell that I hadn’t. And even though they had no clue that I’d heard it, it still hung like a pall over all of us.

Once everything was in the oven, I gathered up all of the boxes containing my Christmas haul, and headed to my room to start putting things in order. Dinner wasn’t going to be ready for a couple of hours and I needed some alone time. I sensed they might need some as well.

I’d gotten everything put away in my closet and had made up my bed when there was a light tapping on my door.

“Paige?” It was Cain. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” I called out, plopping down on top of my bed, drawing my knees up under my chin.

He came in, closing my door softly behind him.

“You okay?” he asked, studying me carefully.

“Sure,” I said, with faux sincerity. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“No reason. You just seem kind of quiet all of a sudden. Got the Christmas letdown?”

“What’s that?” I asked, blinking in confusion.

He smiled. “You know, after the six week build-up and all of the anticipation that goes with it…Then on Christmas, the gifts are opened up and the mystery is gone and it kind of sucks the air out of all that build-up once you realize that it’s over for another year.”

I smiled weakly. “It’s not that. I mean my Christmas was awesome and all. It’s something else.”

“Wanna share?”

I shifted nervously. “Actually, I was in your room yesterday when you guys got back from Darcy’s,” I said. “I was looking for boxes to wrap your gifts, and I…kind of panicked when I heard you come home, because I know you don’t like me messing with your stuff…so, I uh…hid in the closet,” I mumbled, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

“Go on,” Cain urged.

“Okay, so I heard the conversation you had…about me; and how you both feel about…me, and it just sort of seemed…to me that maybe Eli was giving you some kind of permission, you know, to act on it…and, well-I don’t know how to feel about that,” I finished, finally allowing a sigh to escape.

Cain was still studying me…intently. My admission hadn’t seemed to have caught him off-guard, or evoked any major change in his demeanor.

“Paige,” he finally said, “You can’t pretend that you didn’t already know how I’ve felt about you for a while now. I mean, I think it’s been fairly obvious…to the both of us. And I think you reciprocate those feelings, too.” I rested my chin on my knees, and rocked back and forth on the bed slowly. “It doesn’t mean that it’s right,” I whispered. “So, yeah, maybe I have been crushing on you…big time. But you belong to Eli and I know my boundaries these days-I mean, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not the same skank you first met last May, right?”

His face softened; the corners of his mouth curled up into one of his magnificent, though rare, smiles. “I have,” he replied, softly. “We both have and we love it. And you’re right, baby. I belong to Eli, and he belongs to me, but I want you to belong to me, too. In every sense of the word. And Eli understands that about me and about you. He loves us both, you know?”Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I shook my head back and forth. “I know he does,” I squeaked, my voice full of emotion. “And it’s because I love Eli that I would never feel right about…encroaching. I mean, how in the hell could that ever work, Cain?”

He pulled me from my sitting position, into his strong arms, and I let him. His hand brushed my hair back from my face, and his fingers tilted my chin upward, so that I was forced to look into his beautiful russet eyes.

“We’ll just take it slow, baby,” he whispered. “Because I have no intention of losing either one of you, got it?”

I didn’t have a chance to nod, but I knew that I would have because I had no intention of leaving these men either.

Cain’s lips claimed mine with purposeful intent, and I melted into him, responding with my own purpose to claim him right back. My tongue explored him, tasted him, and matched his every movement as my hands fisted through his thick, dark hair, pulling him into me with a hunger I didn’t realize existed.

We stayed locked within one another’s arms until I felt dizzy with the need for more, and if we didn’t stop soon, there would be no stopping. Cain sensed it, too.

He pulled away, cupping my chin and planting, soft kisses on my lips, his eyes smoldering. “We’ll take it slow and easy, babe.”

I nodded. He pulled away and stood up. I could see that he’d grown hard…for me.

“Eli’s leaving in the morning on a ski trip for the next couple of days with some buddies from work. One of them has a condo somewhere in the Shenandoah Valley.”

“You aren’t going?”

“Have some catering to do. Eli’s company shuts down between Christmas and New Year’s. I guess it’ll just be you and me for the next few days.”

I felt myself shiver inwardly, nodding again. And then he was gone. Leaving me there to contemplate what he’d just told me.