Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(59)

Alec’s lips part as if he’s about to speak, but the moment is interrupted by my stomach growling.

Alec’s eyebrows raise as my shoulders shake with laughter.

“Do we need to feed you again, gorgeous? You weren’t lying when you said you had a healthy appetite.”

I shake my head, lifting to my tiptoes.

“I’m not hungry for food, Alec.”

He smiles against my lips, kissing me gently.

“Maybe we should do that thing you seemed to like the other night.”

I nod, biting my lip as I drop back to my heels. Knowing exactly what he’s talking about.

We’d only made it halfway through the movie before someone made a move. I’m not even sure who touched who first—me or Reed. But I do know that I found myself straddling him, reverse cowgirl, as Alec became very well acquainted with the back of my throat before he came down it.

The best part was when Alec did, he looked me directly in the eyes, saying nothing. And I swear I could see reverence in them. After he finished, he gently swiped his thumb over my used lips, ensuring I was left as clean as I began before whispering, “You’re perfect.”

It was so sexy and adoring that the moment burned itself into my mind.

I blink, staring up into his bright eyes, into all the little specks of blues that mix with a streak of green. Just like that, the quietest thought in the recesses of my brain begins to yell at me.

You like him. You like them.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

There would be no mixing business with pleasure, Samantha. You’re here for the weekend. That’s it. That’s what we all agreed to. It’s not like I could date them. I mean...I can’t…right?

Oh my god. Why did I even pause on that thought?

Dating four guys at the same time is only for reality television shows that hand out roses, and romance novels. Not real life. A few days ago I was having a small panic attack over the idea of sleeping with them but now I’m going to date them? Yeah, right.

But therein lies the problem. It’s only been three days, and the bar for men has already been moved to an Olympics kind of high. Like the kind of high you see and think, “Yeah, someone might die making it over that bar.”

God, I can’t like them this way. Because what the hell am I going to do after I leave? Redo my Tinder profile to say: Must-have—friends I can fuck and who like to cook for me. Will also let me talk endlessly about how I’d redo their kitchen layout. Bonus if you have shitty taste in movies but are willing to sit through cheesy romantic comedies debating the reality of character career choices. And please have excellently timed water jet skills in the Jacuzzi.

And make me laugh, feel worshipped and play with locks of my hair like Alec is doing right now as he stares down at me.

Shit. No. Once the roads are clear, we will go our separate ways, sexually speaking. Oh Jesus, how am I going to work with them again?

I’m so fucked. Or maybe it’s fine…yeah, it’ll be fine. Sucking off all a guy’s friends automatically excludes you from being his plus-one…two, three, and four. But choosing paint colors is fine. Until it’s not.

This is the worst. I mean, what did I even think could happen? That I’d put the guys in my calendar like the moon cycles? Reed’s dick is waning while Jace’s is waxing? Whatever the fuck that means.

But then again, I guess I could take a dick break for my period during the blood moon. Eww, Jesus, why am I like this? This is no time for humor. I’m literally trying to figure out how to polyamory with four dudes who just wanted to fuck me for a weekend.

How fucking starved was my pussy? One dirty dip, and she’s a crack whore.

Crack is wack. Whitney said so. I’ve got to get my shit together. Maybe first I should stop pretending that this is all about sex. It may have started that way, but I fear I’ve caught an STD of the heart, and no amount of penicillin will cure it.

My eyes search Alec’s, my mouth tipping up into a grin entertained by my rambling thoughts as he sweeps my hair behind my ear before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“I don’t even want to ask what you’re thinking, do I?” I bite my lip. Shaking my head as he adds, “Come on.”

I tug his hand, still following. “Are you going to tell me what we’re doing, or am I supposed to guess?”

He just grins, walking toward Jace’s room. So I tug his hand again.

“I thought we were recreating last night. Doesn’t that mean we should wake everyone up?”

“This is just for us.” He smiles back over his shoulder before leading me straight into the bedroom.

My brows furrow, clumsy words tumbling out.

“Wait, why are we in Jace’s room? And more importantly, are we allowed to do this?”

Alec shuts the door behind us, pausing for a moment, tilting his head.

“He has the best view…and do what, exactly?”

My eyes widen, trying to make him catch on. But he just raises his brows.

“You know…” I lower my voice for whatever reason. “Have sex without the others. Is that, like, breaching our contract?”

“I don’t remember signing anything.”

Jerk. He’s teasing, but my question is valid. My hand darts out, wrapped in a handful of the blanket as I playfully push his chest.

“Come on. You know what I mean.”