Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(31)

“You guys are literally ruining women for everyone else. You know that, don’t you?”

I gasp, feeling the warm water. It’s just hot enough to make my skin prickle.

“Too hot?” he breathes out, halting me.

But I shake my head again, lowering down. “Too hot? That’s not a thing.”

He chuckles, approving of my joke. My hands drift through the water as I lie back, knees peeking out from the top.

He’d said we’d soak. But Jace is just standing there, a grin on his face, admiring the view. So I say, “You’re not coming in?”

Jace reaches behind himself, dragging his shirt over his head, and tosses it aside.

Oh, he’s fucking delicious. I’ve thought about those tattoos since the day he showed them off, all the intricate designs highlighting the contours of his muscles.

Jace is a fucking work of art. But my favorite part, besides the obvious, are those piercings.

My chin lifts.

“Did that hurt?”

His eyes glance down to the steel bars punctured through his nipples.

“Yes”—he winks—“but you can kiss it better.”

My lips fold under my teeth, and I look up through my lashes as Jace hooks his thumbs inside his sweats and yanks them down. Holy shit. His cock is on glorious display.

Before my brain can communicate properly with my mouth, I say, “Wow.”

Out. Fucking. Loud.

I squeal and immediately sink under the water because who says that? Except I’m hauled back up, laughing as I spit water when my face breaches the surface.

Jace’s eyes twinkle, looking back at me.

“Wow, huh? I’m happy you’re impressed.”

I shrug, wiping my hands over my face, my lips barely above water.

“Well, I’m a virgin, remember? No real comparison. You could be small to average size for all I know.”

He splashes me with water, making me laugh again.

“Scoot, liar.”

I push myself back, feet pressing against the bottom of the tub as Jace’s body sinks down, making the water spill over the edges.

“Oh no. We should let some out. It’s too full.”

His eyes drift down to the tops of my breasts.

“There’s no such thing as too full.”

I blink, suddenly unaware of how to breathe because Jace isn’t talking about the tub. We sit, me staring back at him over cloudy pink water as he swipes wetness over his chest.

How is this a reality? And how did he know this was exactly the breath I needed to take?

“Hey,” I whisper.

He nods.

“Thank you…for taking this slow.”

He licks his lips, leaning forward, tucking his hands under my arms, sliding me closer.

Another shriek, then laughter pulls from my chest as I’m held, almost straddling him. Our legs are entwined, mine draped over, his hairs tickling me.

“You’re welcome,” he says, hands lazily stroking my back. “Now spill all those thoughts. What can I kiss and make better?”

I narrow my eyes playfully because I could say a ton of dirty responses. But I know he’s just asking to soothe my worries. So I take a deep breath before I speak, looking down at the wings imprinted along his throat, tracing my wet finger over them.

“I guess I just don’t know how it all works. I mean, I know how sex works.” I chuckle softly. “But I’m obviously a newbie at”—I peek at him, grinning as I add—“multitasking. I don’t know what the rules are. What’s my role? Will you take turns?”

Damn, this suddenly feels dirty. This is when my thought-to-mouth malfunction would be handy to have around. I’ve never been shy about sex. But we’re so intimate right now, it’s making me short-circuit.

I focus on the art as he answers, but I know he’s staring at me.

“Sometimes we take turns. Sometimes not. What would you like us to do?”

My finger pauses. I search his arm, thinking, because I’ve always envisioned being devoured, but what does that really mean? I bite my lip, knowing.

“I’d…ummm—like the sometimes not.”

Jace leans forward, his fingers swiping wet hair across my forehead.

“You’d like to take two people at once. That’s what you mean. How about having someone in your mouth too?”

I audibly exhale, nodding. Jesus. My hips rock forward involuntarily just thinking about it. He smiles, running a hand down my back, cupping my ass.

“Practice using words, Sammy.” Jace pulls me closer between his legs. “They’re important, baby. We need to know when it’s too much or not enough. We want your pleasure, remember?”

I swallow before whispering, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I’d like to be fucked by everyone, all at once.”

Jace closes his eyes for the briefest of moments before hauling me onto his lap.

Oh my god. He’s hard.

His arms wrap around me tightly as our mouths hover but don’t connect. His breath is warm against my skin, our noses brushing.

“Tell me more,” he whispers before dipping his head and gently dragging his lips over my neck. “Ask me everything.”

My arms are resting over his shoulders, breasts pressed against his hard pecs as we explore each other’s bodies. My elbows bend, fingers weaving through his tousled black hair.