Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(36)

Excuse me, ma’am, what’s on your bucket list?… Oh, who me?… To be fucked by four dudes. Check. Check. Check. And motherfucking check. Who’s that bitch? I’m that bitch.

I’m about to open my eyes when my skin suddenly prickles. And I swallow hard because the rest of the night hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh god. Of course, my traitorous body only thinks about when she came. How else would I survive and strive for more if I remembered everything?

No. Any sane person would run for the hills knowing they’re literally their own worst enemy. Fuck me. Why. Whyyyyy.

I fell asleep. I. Fucking. Fell. Asleep.

During my own personal fantasy.

No. That part has to be a dream. My mind is rushing, trying to sort out the night…wait—The day? We fucked during the day. What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?

My eyes spring open. The room’s dark. My hands lift to my chest. There’s a blanket.

I lift the blanket, realizing I’m nude, just as a deep bass of a sigh jerks my head over to my left.

Reed’s lying on his stomach. His sculptured back is on display.

Another deep gravelly sound, and my head jerks to the right. Cole.

Are you fucking kidding me? I fell asleep, and they put me to bed between them.

I’m already biting my lip because this is ridiculous. I let out a breath, sinking back into the pillow, staring at the ceiling, suddenly trying to hold in my laughter. These guys came in hot, all this is mine, and Daddy’s here, and what did I do? I fell asleep.

Straight up narcoleptic-city the minute I came. But who can blame me?

Them? Sure.

But it was a big morning—fainting, snow boots, baths. Alec’s moment…all over me.

Laughter almost escapes before I cover my mouth, remembering when I started falling asleep but was still awake enough to hear them.

Jesus, I’m breathing so hard I feel like I’m having a heart attack.

My hand lies dead on my lady bits after overusing every fucking muscle in my forearm as I hear someone say, “You look like sin.”

I’m sure I do, lying here covered in Alec with my eyes closed and legs still spread. After what just happened, I better get an induction to the porn star hall of fame.

I can feel myself smiling. Or maybe I just think I am because my body is as heavy as my eyes. Even still, I open my mouth to speak but instead suck in a breath because a warm cloth runs between my legs, moving my hand as it wipes away my porn resume builder.

“Time to get you ready for us, baby.”

I think that’s Jace. As I attempt to open my eyes, my tongue darts out to lick my dry lips. But I don’t actually do either.

Because, damn, lying here feels so good. I’m so satisfied right now.

Hands begin rubbing over my body, so I hum, “That feels good.” Or at least I try to. Because I’m pretty sure only about half of that came out of my mouth.

I sigh, feeling the warmth between my legs again before the same feeling envelops my fingers. They’re cleaning me. God, it’s so relaxing.

It’s not my fault. I swear my body’s sinking into the mattress because it’s so comfortable. And this blanket I’m lying on is so damn soft. I bet Alec looks at the thread count on his sheets and comforters.

So soft…so, so…sof…

“Sunshine?”

My body gets heavier and heavier. And I hear them speaking, but I’m more invested in staring at the underneath of my eyelids.

“Is she sleeping?”

No. I’m not sleeping. I’m resting my eyes for two seconds. That’s what I want to say, but instead, I drift further away into sated bliss.

More chuckling.

“As with most women, Reed. It looks like she tired of you.”

“Fuck you, Cole.”

Alec’s voice fills the space.

“Maybe you should have waited before unleashing the whole this is mine now attitude.”

“Yeah, you had her rubbing herself raw,” Reed chimes in.

Jace’s voice is close to my face. “Agreed, now she’s too worn out to play.”

I feel a kiss pressed to my cheek before more chuckling occurs.

“Aww, she purrs.”

“Jace, it’s called snoring.”

“Nah, it’s too quiet. You snore, Reed. She purrs.”

Silence. Then Cole’s voice is the last thing I hear.

“If our girl is tired, then she sleeps.”

I feel myself lifted and replaced, warmed by covers tucked over me and arms wrapped around my body.

“Sleep, princess. Because later, I’m going to turn that ass red for falling asleep on me.”

My eyes find Cole again. He’s on his back, the blanket draped over his waist, showing off that deep V I want to run my tongue over. His hand’s resting on his hard-earned abs. Nobody gets that kind of definition without work.

He looks so peaceful, none of the ever-present seriousness always set between his eyebrows. I can’t help but think about what he did. He slapped my clit. Twice.

My eyes almost roll back into my head when I picture the moment when he spit. Fuck.

And all he had to do was say two words, and I was in outer space. Oh, man. The things you’re going to do to me when you wake up.

His lips tip up as if he can hear my thoughts in his sleep. I can’t help myself. I roll on my side, staring at his face.