Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(37)

This is all so weird. I’m literally lying here in my birthday suit, sandwiched between two of the hottest men I’ve ever met. Who am I? What is happening?

This is a whole-ass movie moment. Where upbeat pop music would play, and the camera would pan out to show the three of us in bed as I stared at Cole. Then we’d montage the rest of the weekend filled with sexy rendezvous and filthy moments. Until we had to say goodbye. Ultimately, we’d be unable to live without each other. So, in a crescendo of a scene, they’d run down a city street. Why? I don’t know how movies work. But they’d be running to beat the clock because I was about to forget them. Until they’d burst through double doors and descend upon me, professing their love. But it would be too late, and we’d know it. It could never work. So they’d let me go…with the new guy. Where’d I meet him? Nobody knows. But his suit matches my dress. Then years later, we see each other again, and there’d be a twinkle in our eyes. Because maybe life brought us back around just at the right time.

I wonder who would play me?

I’m smiling over my thought, amused with myself, as I reach up to touch the shadow of scruff all over Cole’s jaw. But I stop. I don’t want to risk waking him up. It’s just that he’s always so exacting, with clean suit lines and a smooth face, that the unkept shave is alluring.

I slowly turn onto my back again, my knee lifting a bit as my legs squeeze together. Looks like my bladder has decided to join in on the conversation in my head. Lovely. Sheesh, how long was I sleeping?

Fuck, I really have to pee. I push up on my elbows to look over Reed’s back at the clock, but Cole decides, at that moment, to growl, “Mine,” as he shoves a hand between my thighs.

I’m frozen, eyes wide, breath held as I glance over at him.

He’s still sleeping. Even though his hand squeezes my thigh, kneading, moving up closer to my hoo-ha. And it’s making me panic. Because besides the fact that his arm is laying across my bladder, making me have to pee even worse…there is no way in hell I’m letting them wake up and see me like this.

I can only imagine what my hair looks like. And the last thing in my mouth was Reed’s dick, so I feel like mouthwash is necessary.

Cole mumbles something, making me panic-grin harder as he cups my pussy. His arm is so heavy, and I swear someone in the cosmos is laughing at me.

Why? I mouth to the ceiling, toward the Lord.

If I piss on this man’s hand, I will find a crime to witness so I can go into the protection program. New life. New name. That’s the only correct option.

“Gimme,” comes from the other side as I reach for Cole’s hand just as Reed’s warm palm covers my breast.

Come on.

I have to press my lips together because one sound and they’ll wake up. And if they open their eyes and realize I’m pussy-tit pinned, I’m getting fucked. Without question. And as appealing as it sounds, in my current state of looking like a “used-up hooker” slash being a future “golden shower giver,” I need out of this bed.

Cole grips my pussy, then releases. I hold my breath, trying not to laugh or moan, feeling the fullness in my tummy. In more ways than one.

Slowly, like trying-not-to-even-breathe slow, I try to slide Cole’s hand off of me, but he rubs the butt of his palm directly against my clit.

The smallest unstoppable moan escapes. For fuck’s sake. My stomach tenses along with the muscles inside of me. Because…PEE.

Fuck you, dumb vagina. I need you to think big picture right now.

I mentally will the pee back up to where it came from before I wrap my fingers around his wrist and lift. He’s all dead weight as I drag his fingertips back across my bare pussy, body giving a tiny shiver.

Instantly, my bladder stops pressuring me to immediately piss the bed. So I sigh in relief.

I move his hand the rest of the way before gently placing it on his own crotch.

It’s only fair. If I’m stuck in this situation, I might as well entertain myself. My head turns to Reed. He’s smiling in his sleep. Like a kid with a blankie—my boob being the blankie. Even asleep, he’s overtly charming.

I move his hand easily, leaving it beside me on the bed.

Okay, now how the hell am I getting out of this bed?

If I crawl over either of them, they wake up.

I’m going to have to slide. All the way down the middle of this bed and straight off.

I take a handful of the sheet I’m lying on, gripping my fingers around it as I start to scooch my ass inch by careful inch, like a caterpillar, right down the middle.

The blanket begins to cover my face, rubbing over my nose before I’m finally in the dark. Moving ever so slowly. I keep scooting down, heels digging into the bed, helping me move down by millimeters each time.

One of them grumbles something, making me freeze just as Cole rolls over on his side. And that’s when I realize how far I’ve made it down. Because I’m slapped with his dick.

Cole’s big, chubby half-mast cock is right in my face.

He presses closer, squeezing it against my cheek, the tip of it by my goddamn eye. I’m blinking like a hummingbird, trying to stay still. But he’s getting harder.

I’m about to get fucked in the eye.

I hear Reed make a sound, and my heart starts beating faster. Cole rubs himself against my face again, forcing my eye to close. I’ll need an eye patch after this because I’m pretty sure I’ll get pink eye from this shit. Looks like slutty pirate’s on deck for this year’s Halloween costume.