Tangled in Tinsel (a holidates series)
Tangled in Tinsel: Part 2 – Chapter 23

“Why are you up…blocking the door, Reed?” I say with a grin walking out of the bathroom.

I’d taken a shower after my much-needed and very long nap this afternoon—which he is partially at fault for, seeing as how they revel in exhausting me. But last I left him, he was still lying on the bed. Asleep next to me.

He smirks, crossing his arms and leaning back against the heavy oak door.

“Because there’s something we don’t want you to see yet. And now that you’re finally awake, we can do the loud parts.” He rolls his eyes for added humor, saying, “Obviously. Now be good and cooperate, sunshine.”

I scowl, but he motions toward the bed. “Let’s put on one of those dumpster-fire movies you like so much.”

“That you like too,” I shoot back, dropping my towel and watching him bite his lip. But I pretend to be unaffected as I throw on yet another T-shirt as I add, “I saw you browsing when I got out of the shower.”

Reed smirks. “I was looking for porn. I figured we could replace more kinky revelry you might like.”

I squint my eyes just as the sounds of banging echo from the living room. He just shrugs and winks. So I pad across the carpet quickly toward him. Completely unable to hide my smile.

“Reed,” I whine in only the cutest way. “Tell me what’s going on, and I’ll be your best friend.”

He chuckles. “I already have three.” I scowl, but he taps my nose. “Look at you, a fiend for ruining surprises.” His head tilts to the side. “You could always try to beat it out of me.”

I laugh because he adjusts himself as he says it. His eyes drop down my body as he goes to grab for me, but I take a step back, staying just out of reach.

“Naughty girl,” he croons. “If you want out, you’ll have to barter for your freedom.”

Our eyes are connected as I swallow hard because Reed is just so fucking Reed.

“Oh, cut to the chase. What do you want?” I whisper, body almost vibrating with anticipation.

“There’s not much I don’t want.”

He pushes off the door, grabbing a handful of my shirt before tugging me flush to him as he reaches back and locks the door. My chest rises and falls, eyes closed as he dips his lips to my neck.

Wait, what was I asking for? Or was he asking for something? Oh, who cares.

Two knocks bang against the door just as he forces my head to the side, giving himself more room to devour my neck. My shoulders jump before I shove my palms against his chest, pushing him back. But Reed only lifts his mouth to yell, “Fuck off. We’ll be out in a minute,” as he tugs me back against him.

I smile as my arms wrap around his neck, laughter filling the air. His lips descend back on mine as his hands drag up the sides of my face into my hair. Reed kisses the hell out of me. Stealing all my breath and cutting off any humor left in me.

“Mmmm,” I moan into his mouth, my body feeling pliable, molding itself to him. But I’m jerked from the decadence hearing Jace’s voice bellow through the locked door.

“Reed. If you don’t get the fuck off my girl…”

“My girl,” Reed growls into my mouth.

I love when they fight over me.

I’m laughing into the kiss, but Reed’s already walking us backward toward the bed. He’s either going to fuck me while they listen or that door is getting knocked down. I’m betting the latter.

There’s more banging mixed with Cole saying something about replaceing a key or a chainsaw before I’m hauled directly onto the bed.

“Reed,” I squeal, laughing harder as cursing comes from outside.

He reaches over his shoulder and drags his shirt over his head, looking down at me with a smirk.

“It’s gonna take them a few minutes to replace the key that opens your door. I say we get started without them.”

I don’t say a word. But my legs spread. Pussy already glistening, inviting everything he wants to give, as I bite my lip and look up innocently.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” he exhales all gravelly.

Goosebumps erupt all over me as his palms hit the mattress, and he crawls toward me. But just as my mouth opens for me to speak, Reed dives between my legs, holding them open. He swipes his tongue flat over my clit, making me tremble before he sucks on it gently.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, falling back onto the bed, my fingers weaving through his sexy tousled hair. “You’re so good at that.”

He lifts his face, mouth glistening, biting at my wrist playfully. “Come on, sunshine. You can do better than that. How about Reed, you’re the god of pussy. Or Reed, make me—”

“Shut up,” I snark, cutting him off, pushing his face back to where it belongs.

He growls, hooking his arms around my legs, but I’m smiling because Alec is laughing from the other side of the door as Cole tosses out threats.

“I knew we shouldn’t have agreed to let you keep her busy. I’m going to leave you outside to fucking freeze to death if that girl comes without my cock inside her.”

Reed grins. “Looks like Daddy’s mad. Sunshine, would you like to see how he’ll punish you for being bad?” He bites the inside of my thigh. “Because I would.”

I laugh, totally owned by this sexual mischief.

My chin lifts as I run my hands up my body, bringing my shirt with it, exposing my breasts as I yell, “You better hurry, Cole. Reed is very good at being bad.”

That’s all it takes. I’m attacked. Reed’s tongue moves in figure-eights around my clit, switching between long strokes up my folds. Jesus, I’m a five-star meal. My hips circle as I squeeze my ass, pressing myself closer to his face, the sound of begging mewls tumbling from between my lips.

“Fuck me. I’m going to kill him,” someone outside the room groans, then Jace’s voice makes me shiver.

“Cutie, don’t listen to Cole. I might come just hearing you. Don’t hold back…I wanna hear every fucking lick and moan.”

Jesus, that’s sexy.

Reed’s fingers dig into my thighs as he begins rhythmically sucking on my clit, before alternating between flicking his tongue over and over, relentlessly owning my pussy.

I’m breathless, climbing higher, wanting more and more.

I grip the sheets, grinding into his face, feeling my stomach tighten.

“Yes. Reed, don’t stop.”

“Reed,” Alec bellows.

Reed’s tongue thrusts inside me before slowly gliding up over every ridge and crease of my wet pussy.

“Oh god,” I groan, then laugh as more banging echoes.

Reed holds me tighter, coaxing me closer to bliss as he growls his words against my center.

“Don’t come yet, sunshine. I want to feel it happen.”

“Reed,” I breathe out. “I’m too close—” But I don’t finish what I’m saying because his lips are already moving up my stomach.

Reed crawls on top of me, engulfing me with his lean muscular body. He’s staring down at me with those deep green eyes as he slides a hand down between us. I gasp, my eyes closed as he slides two fingers inside my cunt and whispers, “Gimme. I want that pussy to cry for me.”

We’re sealed against each other as he starts to finger me slowly. All the sound from outside the room goes still, and suddenly, Reed and I are in our own bubble.

“Look at me,” he says quietly.

My eyes flicker open to his again as my lips part. Our breath is matched, ragged and raw as he begins gliding in and out of my slick center. His eyes never leaving mine.

Something shifts between us.

Because he’s looking back at me with the same look I’m sure I have on my face. It’s the one where we wish this was real. That he was mine and I was his.

Problem is, I want all of them. And that’s precisely why I will love and hate this weekend until the end of time.

The palm of his hand is creating friction with my clit as he gently brushes his lips over my cheeks.

We’re quiet. Lost in each other as my body rocks with the motion of his fingers curled inside me. His voice drifts over me, leaving goosebumps up my neck.

“You feel so good.” He swallows. “Sunshine…you…this…”

He doesn’t finish, looking the most lost I’ve ever seen him. All his regular confidence is stripped bare as he stares down at me. My breath becomes ragged, and my hands grip his biceps as we stay so connected that it makes me almost say something foolish.

“I wish—” I could keep all of you.

Our lips meet because I’m a coward. But he pulls away, dipping in to kiss me once more as we rock faster, my body chasing what it craves. His hand moving faster, fingers fucking me as my swollen clit begins to throb with need.

“You wish?” he presses. “Say it, sunshine. Tell me what you wish.”

Don’t. You’ll ruin this.

“I wish for another day. Just one more,” I say in a whoosh as I come, quietly shaking, holding on to him as he kisses me violently.

I’m panting as he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck but all too soon, and well before I’m ready, I’m left cold.

Reed’s off the bed before I can stop him, retreating toward the door, running his hand through his hair as he keeps his back to me.

“Reed?” I say quietly, but he looks back over his shoulder with that perfectly patented smirk just as the sound of the door unlocking fills the room.

Smirking faces become Reed’s backdrop as he winks at me.

“Come on, sunshine. Fun’s over. We’ve got a surprise for you…it is the eve of Christmas Eve, after all.”

I can’t speak. Or move. Or anything. I just keep looking around the living room as I squeeze Reed’s hand. The one that hasn’t stopped holding mine ever since we walked out of the bedroom.

“You guys,” I breathe out, smiling.

Mismatched sheets are strung up like sails around the living room, making a cozy tent just big enough for the five of us. It’s adorned with twinkle lights stolen from the tree, and inside the tent is quite possibly every fluffy pillow and cashmere blanket in this house.

Oh my god, they even have popcorn and wine in there. It’s the most magical thing I’ve ever seen.

I let go of Reed’s hand, bringing mine to my neck, feeling the flush growing. I’m so overwhelmed that I’m almost speechless. My face shifts to Reed’s.

“You built me a grown-up-sized fort.”

He grins. “Technically, they built it while I made you come.”

My palms land on his chest, steadying me as I lift to my tiptoes and kiss his chin.

“Thank you for doing your part.”

He grins as Jace takes my hand, leading me closer to the sheet-swept entrance.

“Cutie, you were so disappointed about the possibility of missing out on your tradition, we thought we’d bring it to you.”

Alec tucks my hair behind my ear, kissing my forehead and adding, “There’s a television inside. For all your Christmas movie needs. And your sister is waiting for you to FaceTime her. She’s been waiting most of the day, but we didn’t want to wake you.”

“What?” I exhale.

I blink, lowering my head to see the soft glow of a movie already playing before shifting between them. My mouth opens then closes, not knowing what to say.

“This is… I don’t know what to say… You are the sweetest men. Thank you.”

I’m smiling so bright I bet it could be seen through the window. Cole steps closer, taking my hand and kissing the top.

“Merry Christmas, baby.”