Tangled in Tinsel (a holidates series)
Tangled in Tinsel: Part 1 – Chapter 17

It only took me seconds after I got off the phone with my sister to devise a plan. I could wake them up and be like time to fuck. But who wants to do that when I can do what I’m doing now?

Making cookies while looking for Christmassy things to dress myself up in like a slutty present…for them to unwrap.

It’s the least I can do, considering I fell asleep.

The smell of cookies fills the air, reminding me I have to take them out of the oven. So I walk quietly to the kitchen in the apron I grabbed earlier, swiping my oven mitt off the counter before bending down to look through the glass.

Perfection.

Chocolate snowball kisses, my favorite holiday cookie, are risen to perfection. When the guys taste these, they’ll have to forgive me for nodding off during their best efforts. All I have to do is add the powdered sugar.

Plus, if I’m putting them to work, which I am, I might as well give them a treat after.

I open the oven, pull out the tray, and inhale deeply. I’m almost just like a 1950s housewife. Except my ass is hanging out the back of this apron, and I’m only feeding them after they eat me.

Carefully and quietly, I put the tray on the cooling rack because I know I’m on borrowed time. Even with whatever hangovers they had working in my favor, they’ll be up soon. And it can’t be before I get ready.

Untying the apron, I toss it and the oven mitt on the counter. Before I quickly make my way back to the living room, grabbing everything I’ve gathered for my illicit apology. I laugh to myself because this plan is ridiculous, but I’ve also never smiled this hard.

“Okay, ribbon, check—” I whisper, rubbing my fingers over the material. “Thank goodness Alec’s got the big bucks and this is velvet or my ass might chafe.”

I scoop up a few more Christmas accouterments before heading to the spare bathroom, sneaking past Jace’s room, so I don’t wake him up. I flick the light, close the door, and set the things on the counter. A relaxed breath leaves my body as I run my fingers through my hair, looking up at myself in the mirror. Here goes nothing.

Oh. My thoughts stall as I stare at my nude body in the light.

I have hickeys all over my chest and breasts. I couldn’t see it all when I was first in the bathroom because I kept the lights dimmed so low to stay hidden. But now. My thoughts drift back to Cole’s voice, hearing him say, “Mark her.”

My fingers trace over the bruises before my head drops to my thigh. Jace’s teeth marks stare back at me. Fuck. My hand covers my center, the cheeks on my face reddening.

I’m pretty sure these guys are ruining sex for me. How the hell am I supposed to be like, bite me. No, for real.

Can you even put that on your dating profile?

Samantha, 32. Gemini. Dog lover. Coffee addict. Loves adventure and getting treated like jerky. Bite me, and maybe I’ll let you wife me up.

But probably not because I’ll just want to fuck all your friends at the same time.

This weekend just has to last forever. That’s the only answer.

My head shifts from side to side, looking for who had that thought. Because it wasn’t me. Can’t be. I know exactly what I signed up for, and it has an expiration date.

“Back to business,” I whisper like I’m chastising myself.

I snatch the spool of garnet ribbon off the counter before holding one end at my rib cage, leaving a bit showing as I wrap the other around my tits. Thank god they’re boring-sized, or I wouldn’t have enough ribbon.

I wrap the ribbon around four or five times before I tuck it in the middle and drag it down my body and over my junk. I’m wrapping over my hips and center, again and again, fastening myself into a red ribboned G-string. Until I come to the last bit, which I drag back up my stomach and tie in a little bow with the piece I started with.

“Are you going to hold?” I say aloud, chuckling, too scared to even spread my legs for fear I might lose a lip. “How do girls wear bathing suits like this?”

I mean, good for them. But my coochie is metaphorically sucking it in to pull jeans up. I straighten the ribbon downstairs, spreading it a bit more, laughing at myself. I’m two seconds from just rewrapping my goodies when the bathroom door swings open.

Jace’s sleepy face graces mine.

“Close your eyes!”

Jace turns around quickly, laughing as he does.

I squeal, turning in a full circle before grabbing a towel to hide behind. Embarrassed but also noting that my junk stayed intact. If ever I replace myself out of work, I can most definitely get a side gig as a gift wrapper. If I can wrap my pussy, I can wrap grandma’s slippers.

“Are you a present? Or a dream?” he whispers.

I’m grinning, still hiding behind a towel.

“Both. I’m supposed to be a surprise. To make up for—”

“For nothing,” he cuts in, hand gripping the back of his neck. “It was a big day. If our girl wants sleep, she gets it. Cole technically said that first, but I still mean it.”

Why is he the best? Both hes.

I smile, teasing, “Fine, then I’ll just take this off and grab a T-shirt. Better to forget about my whole dirty plan.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Let’s not get hasty.” His head starts swirling over his shoulder, so I snap my fingers. That damn dimple shows before he turns away again, talking. “I’d never stand in the way of a dirty plan. But you should let me help. You know, since I’m awake. I could sprinkle tinsel on you…wrap you in lights. I’ll even let you tell me where to put the balls.”

He’s incorrigible.

“No. Go back to your room so I can finish. You’ll know when it’s time to come out.”

“Fine, Grinch.”

Jace doesn’t turn around as he walks back out and closes the door behind him. I’m left grinning. But the moment I relax, lowering the towel, I slap a hand back over my mouth to muffle the shriek ripping from my throat. Because he’s tearing back in and wrapping an arm around my waist as he hauls me up. Flush to him.

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.

“I wonder what you taste like…maybe like this champagne?”

Tiny bubbles stay scattered on my skin as he pulls it out and quickly wraps his lips around my finger, sucking as he pulls it out of his mouth. Jesus Christ. I shiver. He looks down at me and smirks.

“I bet there’s not a single fucking part of you that isn’t delicious.”

I can’t speak. I’m drunk on Reed as Jace’s fingers weave through the strands of my hair at the nape of my neck, making me lean into his touch.

“Trust me,” Jace hums against my jaw, kissing down my neck, turning me into mush. “You’d win big making that bet.”

A whimper escapes my lips as my eyes close. Jace’s lips feel like the kind of velvet I’ve wrapped myself in. God, these two are really fucking good at this whole seducing women thing.

Because I’m seduced. Done. Sooo ready.

I feel a nip on my earlobe, causing me to shiver again before Jace says, “Is this un-boring enough for you?”

Damn, that accent. It’s an aphrodisiac unto itself. I grin, about to up the ante with a smart-ass remark that’ll get me fucked when a familiar voice cuts in on the sexy moment.

“And here I thought Christmas was still four days away.”

I bite my bottom lip as Reed and Jace step away from me. My eyes lock on Alec’s.

He’s smiling, standing casually with his arms crossed, shoulder leaned against the wall.

I wonder how long he’s been there. Enjoying himself. Like the delicious perv he is.

The music starts to play again, but much lower, making me blink and pull myself from Alec’s stare. I’d forgotten it was muted.

“You’re overdressed,” I flirt as I hand my drink to Reed.

Alec’s wearing green plaid pajama pants, and they’re hanging low on his hips. Damn, he really is a fine specimen. A model for the male physique.

But now, all I can think about is that gorgeous cock and what it did over my pussy. Something inside me pulls to Alec. Something? Horniness. That’s what. I might as well be sponsored by lube and the morning-after pill with the kind of ambition I’m possessed with.

I look up at Reed as I press past him, leaving him and Jace to watch me walk away.

I close the distance between Alec and me as he pushes off the wall, meeting me in the middle. His head lowers as I stop in front of him.

“You looked like you were having fun. Maybe I should’ve stayed quiet and watched it unfold.” He licks his lips. “Because I’d very much like to watch you come again.”

I shake my head at Alec, reaching for the waistband of his pajama pants before looking up through my lashes at him.

No, I mouth.

He smirks.

“No, I can’t watch you come? Or no, you didn’t want me staying silent?”

My lips part, but I don’t answer. Because I don’t have to. Alec knows the answer.

“Look who likes being a little tease.” Alec bends down. “But I saw you. I know what you really want.”

I blink suddenly, save the smile that’s blooming.

“Saw me?”

He nods slowly.

“Chicago’s my hometown, gorgeous. And when you like the things I do, a place like Church is perfect for a sinner like me.”

Holy forking shit. I open my mouth, then close it again. No way. That’s how they knew I was fit for the task of our X-rated Christmas special. Oh my god. Alec saw me watch those people at the sex club. My words drift out of my lips.

“Wait a minute. So…you saw me…like while I watched them—”

He cuts in, saying, “Yes, Samantha. I saw you. Watching and wishing. Stepping back into the shadows. Putting your hand down those black pants you had on.” He taps the tip of his finger on the tip of my nose. “I watched you come at the same time she did.”

I grin, but I know I’m blushing. Head to damn toe. And it won’t be missed because I’m wearing Christmas bondage.

“You were phenomenal. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you,” he breathes out softly, and my entire body warms.

I can’t believe he saw me. But that means they know exactly what I want. So I slowly lick my lips before speaking.

“Well, since you know all about me, I’m counting on my mind being blown.”

My fingertips brush his stomach, gliding over the contours until I stop at the cotton string tied into a bow. I keep my eyes on his, pulling it free, before sliding my hands inside and snaking them down over his hips, letting them fall to the floor.

Alec’s cock’s ready and waiting. Bobbing as it hardens.

“You’re getting more than a good time, sweets. I’ll fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

Oh damn. I keep staring up at him as he steps out of his pants. Alec’s muscular thighs are on display as he rubs a hand up his abs. Over that sexy fucking happy trail until he reaches his chest.

He’s so sexy. Sexy in all capital letters.

I decide to meet his attitude and turn around, letting my ass brush over his dick. Knowing exactly what I’m doing. But cocktease isn’t in the cards. Because Alec grabs my waist, jerking me back, making me squeal as I’m shoved over, my ass pressing into him.

I gasp. Holy fuck.

His large palm runs up my back, fixing between my shoulder blade as his fingers grip my hip.

“I don’t always watch, Samantha. So don’t start something you don’t want finished.”

Alec grinds his hardening cock between my cheeks, growling as he flips my hair over my shoulder, pulling it, forcing my head to look ahead at Jace and Reed.

“Because, gorgeous, they’re who’s waiting.”

“Fuck,” slips out involuntarily.

Jace and Reed are practically vibrating with intensity. Their eyes are narrowed on me like animals locked on prey. They’re both hard, stroking their cocks.

They want to fuck me. Right now. And I want it too. I want them to tear me apart. To devour every part and fuck me senseless. Just not into a self-induced coma. Been there, done that.

“Cole,” I whisper like a fucking plea.

I need all of them. Now.

Reed draws his bottom lip between teeth before his head tilts toward the ceiling, voice thundering, “COLE. GET THE FUCK OUT HERE.”

My body ignites. Reed looks like a goddamn Viking bellowing to the sky. Alec palms my breast, bending over me, hand on my stomach as he grinds against my ass again before righting me and whispering in my ear.

“We’ll give you everything you’ve dreamt of, gorgeous. But if it’s too much—”

“It won’t be,” I cut in, breathless, but Alec grips my chin roughly, turning my head to the side to look at him.

“If it’s too much, you look at me. Do you understand? You look at me and say stop. And it all stops.”

I nod. “Yes.”

I have no doubt Alec’s eyes will be on me the whole damn time. I bet I won’t even have to say stop before he says it for me. Alec takes my hand, passing my shoulders, before tugging me behind his back toward Reed and Jace.

Jace reaches for me, but before I can say anything, a loud pop makes my shoulders jump. The guys look over their shoulders as the energy shifts and changes. It becomes fucking feral.

Cole’s standing in the opening of the hallway, holding an extra bottle of champagne, taking a swig. His entire body’s on display. He’s standing arrogantly with his legs spread as if he expects me to stare at his impressive cock. And call me a people pleaser because I do fucking stare.

Jesus, my whole body is tingling, watching as he takes another swig, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

“Come.”

That’s all he says. Alec releases my hand. And even though I don’t look back, I can feel the guys behind me.

The energy in the room shifts, crackles, and ignites.

Where flirtation lived has been replaced with sheer lust. It’s heavy in the air, thick, crawling down my throat, making my lips part to just breathe. The closer I get to Cole, the more goosebumps explode over me. His eyes connect with mine as his tongue darts out, gathering the champagne left on his bottom lip. I’m fixed on that tongue and that mouth. I want it to do the dirtiest things to me.

My chest is moving up and down fast because I’m affected by his presence.

I stop in front of him, as the side of his lips tip up.

“You made us wait. Now we get to take what we want. How we want.”

All I can do is nod because—yes, hell freaking yes.

He lifts the bottle to his lips before ticking his eyes back to me, pulling it away.

“Let’s start with a drink?’’

I nod again like an idiot. He lowers the thick neck of the bottle towards my mouth, then stops, raising his brows.

“Samantha—” He’s looking at me like I’ve done something wrong.

I blink a few times quickly. But he draws the bottle away, looking to the floor before bringing his gorgeous face back to mine.

“On your knees.”

I suck in a quiet breath before slipping my fingers into the hand he’s offering me.

Holy fuck. The way my body is already begging. My clit is throbbing, screaming to be touched and my breasts are heavy, nipples crudely hard. I’m even breathy, on the freaking verge of panting.

As I lower down, my eyes drop. They stay there until I’ve knelt, and I’m looking straight ahead, staring at his beautifully erect cock. It’s so smooth and tan, and there’s a beauty mark at the base placed over the pronounced veins protruding through the stretching skin.

I want him in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat with his hand on my fucking head, making sure I take it all.

Jesus, I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole. And MacGyvered a damn shovel out of horniness and depravity so I can dig down further.

Two of Cole’s fingers press under my chin, bringing my eyes back to his.

“Open your mouth.”

His dick is so close that I glance at it again before looking back at him. Not missing his wink.

“If that’s what you want, you’ll have to go wider.”

Flirty Cole is starting to become my favorite version. So I stare back at him for a beat before opening my mouth wider. His thumb drags carelessly over my bottom lip, dipping into my mouth over my tongue. I suck, closing my eyes before he slides his finger out.

“That mouth’s for later. First, have a drink.”

I open my mouth again, watching as he lifts the bottle above my head. Oh shit.

“Be a good girl and swallow.”

He tips the bottle, letting it splash against my teeth, cascading into my mouth as it wets my lips and spills over my chin. Hoots and hollers come from behind me as I drink until I can’t, turning my head and putting my hand up as Cole keeps pouring champagne over me, smirking.

“Let’s get you nice and wet.”

I’m laughing, drenched, turning my head from side to side, as he bends forward, dropping the bottle, hauling me right over his shoulder.

My ass is slapped before he grips a handful, thundering his words.

“Time to open our present, gentlemen.”