Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(16)

“Yes,” I rasp, but it’s short-lived.

Reed steps back, leaving me panting, breathless, legs splayed, sitting on the counter as he reaches behind himself and slowly drags that white T-shirt over his head.

“Someone could wake up?” I whisper, knowing full well I’m not stopping this.

“Then they can watch me fuck you.”

The idea rocks my body, making me shudder. A low primal breath accompanies Reed’s smack of the inside of my knee. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s enough to make me jump and spread them farther apart.

“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. “Your pussy’s glistening.” His eyes jump to mine. “Let’s play and see just how dirty you like it, sunshine.”

His palm settles against my chest, pushing me, forcing me to lean back. As his other dives under a scrap of shirt covering my pussy.

“Oh my god,” I say, sucking in a breath because his fingers thrust inside.

“Tell me you’re my dirty slut. Tell me how you want it.”

My mouth is hanging open, whimpers caught on harsh breaths tugging from my chest.

“I’m…” I can’t say it.

This is happening. I’m drowning in lust so deep I can’t speak. This is almost every fantasy I’ve had, come to life. My hips squirm, but he doesn’t finger me.

He just stands there like a fucking god. Staring down at me as he slowly drags his fingers from my cunt and up to his mouth. My eyes drift closed, overwhelmed, listening to the sound of Reed cleaning me off his fingers because it’s the hottest fucking moment I’ve ever experienced.

“Look at me,” he growls, gripping my ass, angling my hips so I can feel every sensation.

He’s dry fucking me. On the counter of the kitchen. For everyone to see.

“Reed,” I breathe out, circling my hips as I clutch on to him.

“Don’t say my name until you’re screaming it.”

Oh fuck. I’m panting. Toes curled. Legs wrapped around him, rocking, dragging up and down, over and over. Everything inside me tightens. The world blurs.

“Reed. I’m going to—hand…mouth.”

Without hesitation, his palm slaps over my mouth. My eyes close, lost to the rhythm of our bodies grinding against that sweet friction. I can’t breathe except through my nose, but I could be dying, and I wouldn’t care because of what Reed’s saying.

“That’s it, come for me like the slut you are. You let me use you on this fucking counter, wishing Cole was watching.”

I moan.

“Beg me to fuck you while Jace’s cock is in your mouth? Say it, pretty whore.”

I’m almost screaming against his palm, nodding my head because my body is exploding. Oh god.

“I’m going to fuck that tight pussy while Alec fucks your sweet little hole. We’re going to stretch you so fucking good you won’t be able to walk. And what will you say, sunshine?”

“Thank you,” I rush out the second his hand leaves my mouth, panting as I ride out the wave. “I’ll say thank you.”





six





“A very blue Christmas.”





Reed holds me in place as my body spasms, limbs tingling.

Goddamn, that was good.

You’re so fucking perfect, sounds like it’s coming from outside a fishbowl as I slowly pull from the haze of bliss. But the further I sink back into reality, muscles relaxed, body sated, my lazy smile fades.

Oh god, I just dry-humped the guy currently kissing my neck. The guy who’s best friends with the one I kissed last night.

What just happened starts shaking me until it slaps me dead.

I fucked my OTHER BOSS.

I open my eyes blinking too fast, my hands clumsily pushing Reed’s face away.

“What the hell?” he mumbles as I smush his mouth.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say over labored breaths. “Jesus. I can’t believe I let that happen.”

He frowns, dipping back to kiss me, but I dodge him.

“Reed,” I hiss, my palms pressed against his shoulders, keeping him away.

“Gimme,” he presses quietly, pushing back against my hold.

Jesus, the fucking gravel in his voice woven around the softness of that plea is too sexy. I’m instantly pulled right back in. Reed’s too good at this. It’s not fair.

But I say no anyway, shaking my head slowly. Knowing he knows I’m a big fat liar. Reed’s eyes narrow as he slowly presses his weight forward, buckling my arms more. Not that I’m trying to actually hold him away.

But before his lips meet mine again, a loud growl attached to a yawn blasts from the living room.

Oh shit.

My eyes bulge out of my head, and of course, Reed keeps smiling, even wider than before.

“Looks like we have company,” he whispers.

“Oh my god,” I shoot out, but he wags his brows, reaching under my shirt, tugging the soft tuft of hair I leave in the shape of an airstrip.

Immediately I become a mess of feet flailing and hands batting in his face, urging him off of me.

“Are you crazy? Get off. Get off. Get off.”

“You already did, sunshine. Or was it anticlimactic? Because we can try again, right now—”