Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(53)

Our eyes stay connected as he brings the peach to his mouth, leaning in to smell it before he takes a bite.

I shiver. Fuck.

Jace licks the glistening juice off his lips, smiling at me as he chews before he says, “Keep looking at me like that, and I might put you through round two of the coffee table.”

The room grows silent, only the sound of butter crackling in the pan. Jace walks around the island, taking another bite but stops as he comes to stand next to me.

I shift on the stool and bring my knees to either side of his defined body. But he says nothing, just lifts the peach to my lips.

“Bite?”

I nod, but I don’t even get to chew it before Jace runs his tongue up my chin, collecting the spillage before diving into my mouth. Somehow my bite becomes his, stolen straight from my mouth along with all my senses. Because before I know it, that same peach is slicked over my pussy, making me gasp just before Jace disappears under the countertop, and I’m left to hold the marble for my dear life. My eyes are already rolling into the back of my head as Cole grins, throwing his words over his shoulder.

“Make her come quick, J. Eggs are up.”

Jesus, if this is our Saturday night, I can’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend holds.





Ah, the weekend is young.

Ripe with dirty flirtations.

That will liven the party

and provide erect salutations.

But it’s destined to end.

And Samantha, I fear,

will be left with only good tidings and cheer.

Not a dick here nor there.

Not a grope left to feel.

Unless someone steps up and slams down a heel.

Still, there’s hope for these lovers on this weekend of sin.

Because the need to be gang-banged might just win out in the end.





twenty-one





“We’re not done with you yet, princess.”





“Full house.” I laugh because they groan.

“How the fuck are you so lucky at this game?” Cole smirks.

“We’re cursed. This is bullshit.” Reed tosses his cards.

I stick out my tongue as I lean forward to gather all the chips before saying, “Come to mama.”

“I’m out,” Alec grumbles. “I’m cutting my losses.”

Laughter bursts from my chest. “There is no quitting at strip poker, silly. You’re in until you’re out…so to speak.” I give a wink. “Now off with…” My head cranes to see what they still have on, and a smirk stretches across my face.

“You guys better hope it’s warm enough in here because it’s time to strip those boxer briefs.”

God, this is so fun. If I was home, I’d be cleaning my house, running errands, and watching Instagram reels about the travel I’ll never do, because that’s what Sunday is for. But this is way better. Reed even put on skivvies for our game.

“What’s it been, like six hands?” Jace prods, standing up. I nod, giving him a wink as his Boston accent lays thick over the word ringah as it’s hurled at me.

I sit back in my chair, propping my feet up on the card table, with a grin, tipping the clear poker visor I found.

“Maybe…but you’re still a loser, so get to it. I’m a very important and impatient woman.”

There’s no point in lying because I cleaned up immediately. I’d acted like I didn’t know how to play when the truth is that my sister and I are basically professional card sharks. Gramps taught us well.

Reed leans forward in his chair to steal my eyes. “Sunshine. You realize once you win…I win.”

I bite my bottom lip, looking up at him through my lashes.

“There’s a flaw in your thinking, Reed. Once I win, you’re nude, and I’m clothed.” He narrows his eyes at me, but I smile sweetly as I continue. “Did you think I’d just jump out of my T-shirt the moment your dick entered the chat?”

“Yeah,” he huffs with no apology for his arrogance, making me laugh.

Cole growls from across the table, his lip tipping up into a sneer.

Why is this so fun? His hands slap down on the table, making the chips clink and bounce around the felt as he pushes to stand.

“All right, princess. Name your price.” He tosses a red chip at me, the one that we’re pretending is worth a hundred dollars. “How much to get you out of that shirt?”

My mouth drops open, fake shock oozing off me.

“Are you trying to buy my nudity? What kind of woman do you take me for?”

His jaw tenses, a smirk hidden inside of it. Our eyes are locked, his boring into mine.

“The kind who wants me to put you over this table and make that ass red before I spread your cheeks and fuck you while you suck Reed off.”

I swallow, squeezing my thighs together, feeling heat rush through my center, leaving me slick with my need.

“Umm,” I say huskily, swallowing again before I purposely poke the bear. “That might’ve been true a week ago, but two for the money seems cheap now. Don’t you think? I’m going to need a better offer.”

A green chip lands in the middle of the table—those were the five-hundred-dollar chips. I shift my head to see Alec smirking.