Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(63)

One kiss turns into another, then another, until he pulls away just as breathless as I am. His eyes are shining back to mine. He’s looking at me like I’m Christmas morning as he exhales my name.

“Sammy.” His hand sweeps over my cheek, cradling my face. “What are you doing to me? My head is fucked-up over you.”

I blink. Trying to swallow all the words I haven’t said. The feeling that’s been growing inside me to tell them what I wish could happen between us. Even in my best efforts, those words stay settled on the tip of my tongue, brimming.

“Mine too,” I answer honestly, still managing to deceive him.

Jace’s fingers weave through my hair as he runs his other hand down my body, hitching my leg over his hip. I can feel every inch of him pressed against me, wanting me as I want him. But we lay there silently looking at each other until his perfect lips part.

“I want you…I—” He exhales, then pauses, closing his eyes.

I finally understand what “waiting with bated breath” means because there’s more to that sentence. And it’s making everything feel like the edge of a cliff. Just say it, Jace. But instead of finishing that sentence, he kisses me.

He presses his lips to mine, and I take it. Because we both know that we aren’t something that can happen in the real world. We are only for sexy magical weekends packed with long snow days. And that’s that.

So when Jace opens his mouth again, I seal it to mine. Saving us the regret as I grind into him, moaning as his hand covers my breast.

“Fuck me,” I rasp. “I want you inside of me, Jace.”

“Samantha,” he growls, moving his mouth along my jaw.

We’re writhing against each other as another hand squeezes my ass, and I feel a hard cock grind against it.

“Cole,” I say in a whoosh of breath, feeling Jace push his dick inside me.

Cole growls in my ear, “Looks like I woke up just in time to fuck this sweet little ass again.”

“Yes, please,” I rasp.

Jace’s hips thrust forward slowly, savoring every second of our connection as I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. Because I’m going to have to. Whether it’s today or tomorrow, I will have to let go of this tiny slice of heaven and go back to the real world.

My eyes are closed, and my body is already damp with sweat because I’m sandwiched between Cole and Jace. They take turns kissing my neck and shoulders, their hands running all over my body. I feel Cole’s cock begin to rim my ass, and desire takes over. My back arches, jutting my ass toward him as Jace slides his cock in and out in a torturous tempo.

“Pull out,” Cole grunts.

I gasp at the loss of Jace’s cock as Cole reaches between my legs and gathers the wetness, pushing his fingers inside of me before spreading it back over my ass.

“Relax for him, baby,” Jace whispers into my lips, kissing me deeply as the head of his cock pushes back inside my pussy.

I gasp, feeling like my body is on fire.

Cole’s hand grips my hip, positioning himself behind me, but my eyes spring open. My mouth tearing away from Jace’s as my head shifts toward the opening of our sheet fort.

“Did you hear that? Was that the—”

My eyes grow wide. And all the hands drop from my body.

Jace gently removes my leg as he sits up, mirroring Cole. They’re pulling on their pants as the sound rings again.

Holy hell.

“It’s the doorbell,” I say, almost angry.

Cole hands me his shirt. “Cover up, baby.”

It rings again. And this time, Reed and Alec wake up, hurrying their clothes on and kissing me before they join Cole and Jace at the door. But I’m still sitting in the tent, brows drawn together as I listen to Alec greet the Fire Chief.

I slide the shirt I’m holding over my head, inhaling the scent of Cole as I adjust it over my shoulders.

What the hell is wrong with me? It’s freaking Christmas Eve. And we’ve finally been saved. I can go home and be with my family. Sleep in my own bed. Shave my legs…and my…

I’ll be honest. I’ve been on borrowed time. My well-shorn lady bits were about to turn into a 1970s bush.

Still. I don’t move.

The sheets swish open, Alec’s face coming into view.

“You’re clear. Come on.”

He holds out his hand for me to take, and I do, letting him help me out. But as soon as I’m exposed, four sets of eyes stare down at me, unspeaking.

I swallow, already knowing the answer to my question.

“I take it we’ve been sprung from snow jail?”

Alec clears his throat. “It would seem so. The chief said they’ve finished most of the mountain.”

I’m nodding. But there’s more silence. My fingers find the hem of my shirt…I mean, Cole’s shirt that I’m borrowing because the weekend is officially over. I bite the inside of my cheek before I speak, hoping for a Hail Mary.

“But are the roads still icy?”

Cole shakes his head, cutting me off quickly. “No. It’s all good, Samantha. We can leave whenever we’d like. It’s our choice, now.”

“Oh.”

Right. Our choice…the one we agreed to for the time we were snowed in. God. This is so embarrassing. I must look like an idiot to them, like a lovesick puppy. This was for the weekend. And that’s officially over.