Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(41)

He stares at me before leaning in and gently biting my finger, pulling it away from my mouth.

“You made cookies,” he whispers. “I can smell ‘em.”

I nod slowly, my eyes on his.

“Keep it up, little elf, and I might ask Santa to keep you.”

I blink twice before his lips press to mine. But only for a fleeting moment because Jace drops me back to my feet and keeps his word, leaving me alone again.





My footsteps barely make a sound as I walk around the couch toward the bookshelf housing the record player. It’s a fancy one that looks vintage, but the remote next to it for the sound system gives away how current it is. Either way, it’s perfect for the vibe.

I’ve set the scene. Curated a moment for the classiest, most tis’ the season to be horny sexcapade known to man. Christmas lights are giving a warm glow against the dark outside, competing only with the fireplace, cookies are baked, sugared, and ready to be eaten—the Doughboy’s and mine. There’s champagne. And I’m wrapped in fucking ribbon.

This is perfect. They won’t know what hit ‘em.

I’m smiling as I grab the first album that looks like holiday music and place my drink on the shelf before sliding it from the sleeve. Okay, how do I work this? I have to press up on my tiptoes to put the record on the turntable as I search the front of the player for an ON button.

Where are you, little button? No sooner do I think it than I see it on the remote. Sweet.

There’s soft scratching as the record begins to swirl. And my head draws up to the ceiling realizing the music is already dialed in. Perfection. Because we’d be old and gray if I had to figure it out for this plan to take action.

I grin, immediately recognizing the song “Santa Baby” by Eartha Kit.

My hips sway as I take my glass of champagne again before I dance back to the coffee table where the other drinks wait.

Oh my god, my heart is beating so fast from excitement. Earlier today, I was nervous, but that faded because my eyes are wide open. And my body is ready.

I lift the remote control for the sound system and turn up the volume. Music fills the room in concert volume as I look side to side, waiting for them to wake up.

Okay, fellas. Come and get me.

I keep smiling, shoulders doing a tiny shimmy. What the hell? There’s no way they aren’t waking up. I’m having a full-on Christmas rager in the living room. Plus, Jace is already awake.

God, the anticipation is killing me.

My head’s still swinging as Jace walks out of his bedroom.

Oh. My. God.

Those dimples walk right into the great room accompanied by absolutely nothing. He’s naked. With his dick already in his hand. And the lights glimmering off those damn nipple piercings.

I can’t decide which version of him is my favorite…sweet or saucy.

My skin prickles with goosebumps, watching him saunter toward me, hunger darkening his eyes.

“You took forever, Sammy. I was starting to think you fell asleep again.”

My hips keep swaying as I shrug with a grin before taking a sip of my champagne.

“Guess you’ll have to be less boring this time…then you won’t have to worry.”

He growls, narrowing his eyes, but a sound on the other side of me catches my attention, swinging my head in that direction.

Reed’s standing ten feet away, still in his birthday suit. I can’t help but think of his hairy legs as I press the rim of the crystal against my bottom lip.

“‘Bout time you woke up,” I say loud enough for him to hear. “This is what you meant when you propositioned me, right? You said you’d unwrap me.”

Reed’s smirking as his eyes drag down my body. So I do a little hip shake, dancing in place, crooking my finger for him to come closer.

Jace comes up behind me, making me jump as he palms my ass before leaning down to take a glass of champagne. My chin touches my shoulder, giving him my profile as he wraps his free arm around me, handing the glass of champagne to Reed. Who’s standing in front of me now.

“Nice touch.” He flicks the bow holding my outfit together before taking a sip of his drink, adding, “I want to open you first.”

I’m sandwiched as they stare down at me, with those eyes and their damn grins. And all the carefully honed sex appeal.

“You have to wait until everyone is here,” I answer with a husky voice. “Because this a group present. Now be a good boy and be patient.”

“No.”

Reed takes the remote from my hand, muting the music, before tossing it on the couch as both guys bellow “Cole” and “Alec” simultaneously. I laugh, shoving Reed’s chest, but instead of moving, he catches my hand, holding it to his pec muscle, staring down.

“You should let us get you started.” His head tilts before he leans down to my ear. “Remember how much you like gagging on my cock? You did so well letting me fuck your throat.”

I feel my hair swept over my shoulder by Jace as he whispers in my other ear, “Think about how it would feel, baby, swallowing his cum while I licked yours.”

Oh fuck. I’m soaking. Wet rushes between my legs, making me squeeze them together.

Reed ghosts his fingers down my arm, circling his fingers around my wrist before lifting it. I watch him bring my finger to his glass, dunking one inside.