Copyright © Berengaria Brown, 2019
Jaid ran a finger along her lips, checking she wasn’t drooling. Cousin Greg was a fraction over six feet tall, with thick, collar-length blond hair that had her aching to run her fingers through it. She just bet it was as soft and silky as it looked. His eyes were a delicious deep blue. Any time she looked into them her panties creamed, and she almost drowned with desire to get up close and personal with him. She wanted to lick her way across his muscular chest, and feel him wrap those strong arms around her.
Steve’s slightly rough image was the perfect foil for Greg’s fair good looks. Steve had black hair and eyes so dark they might be black too. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off the heavy muscles in his tanned arms. He made her think about doing dirty, naughty things with a bad, bad, biker boy. His features were not quite symmetrical but in a very sexy way, enhancing the bad-boy aura, and she was almost certain it was the edge of a tattoo she could see just at the sleeve of his t-shirt.
Greg and Steve in her bed would be the perfect Christmas gift. Hell, even up against a wall would do.
Jaid hesitated. Should she go over and talk to them? Maybe even hint she was available for a little horizontal dancing?
No. They were gay, so it was insulting to suggest such a thing to them.
What a damn shame, she sighed sadly.
Just then Greg looked over at her and waved. Smiling happily, she continued to the drinks table.
“Hey there, kissing cousin,” he said grinning.
“So are you going to kiss me,” she replied cheekily.
“Absolutely.” Greg swept her into his arms and dropped the softest, sweetest, non-sexiest kiss imaginable on her forehead. “Do you remember Steve?” he asked.
“Yes I do. We met last year. Hi, Steve.”
“Do I get to kiss you too?”
“Hell, yes.”
Expecting another G-rated kiss, Jaid was thrilled when Steve’s tongue gently touched hers. Her panties dampened and her belly clenched. Oh wow!
“What do you want to drink?” asked Greg, pointing to the array of bottles on the table.
“Something not already opened. I don’t trust half the people here.”
“I always knew you were smart,” replied Greg, grabbing three unopened bottles of beer, and three unopened cans of soda. He handed the beer to Steve, then rested his empty hand lightly on the small of her back, guiding her through the milling mass of people to the far end of the room, where there were long benches against the wall for people to sit on.
With expert skills he steered her past a circle of giggling teenagers, avoided half a dozen children running screaming across the room, and refused to catch the eye of an elderly man Jaid didn’t recognize.
“I thought you said your Great-Uncle Bertie was dead?” said Steve softly.
“Must have been just wishful thinking by Uncle David. The man has to be ninety if he’s a day,” whispered Greg.
“He seems pretty alert for ninety,” Jaid said.
“Yeah. I expect he’ll live to a hundred just to spite Uncle David. They’ve never liked each other.”
Greg and Steve pulled one of the benches out from the corner of the room and onto an angle so they had a small amount of privacy, then settled Jaid in between them. “Soda or beer?”
She took a can of sofa, popped the top and drank thirstily. “I needed that.”
“Last year you’d just started a new job. How’s it going?” asked Steve.
“Wow! You’ve got a good memory. Actually, the job got very boring and the boss was an asshole, so I left a week ago. On January fourth I start as office manager at a doctor’s office.”
“Well that gives you a good little vacation,” said Greg.
“And oh how I need it. I’m so tired of playing nice.”
“Bad girls have more fun,” said Steve with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
God, the man was sexy. She’d like to crawl into his lap and give him a very personal lap-dance. But she wanted Greg just as much. That was the problem with having experienced a few ménages. She needed two men. And Greg and Steve would be absolutely perfect. If only they were straight!
Sighing mentally, Jaid leaned back against the wall and prepared to enjoy these few moments talking with them. It would likely be the most exciting part of her Christmas.