Tangled in Tinsel (a holidates series)

Flashes of last night start firing in my head as I begin to open my eyes. Dirty pictures play like a highlight reel, making my body stir.

Oh my god.

I had a five-some. I HAD A FIVE-SOME. A dirty encounter that requires a cigarette at the end. Regardless of if you smoke or not. Because I got worked over by my hot bosses in a Gomorrahesque scene where they spread me open and…

Dear lord baby Jesus, I’m sorry. Because what Alec did might be the only reason for the season right now.

I squeeze my eyes closed harder, wiggling in place.

Excuse me, ma’am, what’s on your bucket list?… Oh, who me?… To be fucked by four dudes. Check. Check. Check. And motherfucking check. Who’s that bitch? I’m that bitch.

I’m about to open my eyes when my skin suddenly prickles. And I swallow hard because the rest of the night hits me like a ton of bricks. Oh god. Of course, my traitorous body only thinks about when she came. How else would I survive and strive for more if I remembered everything?

No. Any sane person would run for the hills knowing they’re literally their own worst enemy. Fuck me. Why. Whyyyyy.

I fell asleep. I. Fucking. Fell. Asleep.

During my own personal fantasy.

No. That part has to be a dream. My mind is rushing, trying to sort out the night…wait—The day? We fucked during the day. What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?

My eyes spring open. The room’s dark. My hands lift to my chest. There’s a blanket.

I lift the blanket, realizing I’m nude, just as a deep bass of a sigh jerks my head over to my left.

Reed’s lying on his stomach. His sculptured back is on display.

Another deep gravelly sound, and my head jerks to the right. Cole.

Are you fucking kidding me? I fell asleep, and they put me to bed between them.

I’m already biting my lip because this is ridiculous. I let out a breath, sinking back into the pillow, staring at the ceiling, suddenly trying to hold in my laughter. These guys came in hot, all this is mine, and Daddy’s here, and what did I do? I fell asleep.

Straight up narcoleptic-city the minute I came. But who can blame me?

Them? Sure.

But it was a big morning—fainting, snow boots, baths. Alec’s moment…all over me.

Laughter almost escapes before I cover my mouth, remembering when I started falling asleep but was still awake enough to hear them.

Jesus, I’m breathing so hard I feel like I’m having a heart attack.

My hand lies dead on my lady bits after overusing every fucking muscle in my forearm as I hear someone say, “You look like sin.”

I’m sure I do, lying here covered in Alec with my eyes closed and legs still spread. After what just happened, I better get an induction to the porn star hall of fame.

I can feel myself smiling. Or maybe I just think I am because my body is as heavy as my eyes. Even still, I open my mouth to speak but instead suck in a breath because a warm cloth runs between my legs, moving my hand as it wipes away my porn resume builder.

“Time to get you ready for us, baby.”

I think that’s Jace. As I attempt to open my eyes, my tongue darts out to lick my dry lips. But I don’t actually do either.

Because, damn, lying here feels so good. I’m so satisfied right now.

Hands begin rubbing over my body, so I hum, “That feels good.” Or at least I try to. Because I’m pretty sure only about half of that came out of my mouth.

I sigh, feeling the warmth between my legs again before the same feeling envelops my fingers. They’re cleaning me. God, it’s so relaxing.

It’s not my fault. I swear my body’s sinking into the mattress because it’s so comfortable. And this blanket I’m lying on is so damn soft. I bet Alec looks at the thread count on his sheets and comforters.

So soft…so, so…sof…

“Sunshine?”

My body gets heavier and heavier. And I hear them speaking, but I’m more invested in staring at the underneath of my eyelids.

“Is she sleeping?”

No. I’m not sleeping. I’m resting my eyes for two seconds. That’s what I want to say, but instead, I drift further away into sated bliss.

More chuckling.

“As with most women, Reed. It looks like she tired of you.”

“Fuck you, Cole.”

Alec’s voice fills the space.

“Maybe you should have waited before unleashing the whole this is mine now attitude.”

“Yeah, you had her rubbing herself raw,” Reed chimes in.

Jace’s voice is close to my face. “Agreed, now she’s too worn out to play.”

I feel a kiss pressed to my cheek before more chuckling occurs.

“Aww, she purrs.”

“Jace, it’s called snoring.”

“Nah, it’s too quiet. You snore, Reed. She purrs.”

Silence. Then Cole’s voice is the last thing I hear.

“If our girl is tired, then she sleeps.”

I feel myself lifted and replaced, warmed by covers tucked over me and arms wrapped around my body.

“Sleep, princess. Because later, I’m going to turn that ass red for falling asleep on me.”

My eyes find Cole again. He’s on his back, the blanket draped over his waist, showing off that deep V I want to run my tongue over. His hand’s resting on his hard-earned abs. Nobody gets that kind of definition without work.

He looks so peaceful, none of the ever-present seriousness always set between his eyebrows. I can’t help but think about what he did. He slapped my clit. Twice.

My eyes almost roll back into my head when I picture the moment when he spit. Fuck.

And all he had to do was say two words, and I was in outer space. Oh, man. The things you’re going to do to me when you wake up.

His lips tip up as if he can hear my thoughts in his sleep. I can’t help myself. I roll on my side, staring at his face.

This is all so weird. I’m literally lying here in my birthday suit, sandwiched between two of the hottest men I’ve ever met. Who am I? What is happening?

This is a whole-ass movie moment. Where upbeat pop music would play, and the camera would pan out to show the three of us in bed as I stared at Cole. Then we’d montage the rest of the weekend filled with sexy rendezvous and filthy moments. Until we had to say goodbye. Ultimately, we’d be unable to live without each other. So, in a crescendo of a scene, they’d run down a city street. Why? I don’t know how movies work. But they’d be running to beat the clock because I was about to forget them. Until they’d burst through double doors and descend upon me, professing their love. But it would be too late, and we’d know it. It could never work. So they’d let me go…with the new guy. Where’d I meet him? Nobody knows. But his suit matches my dress. Then years later, we see each other again, and there’d be a twinkle in our eyes. Because maybe life brought us back around just at the right time.

I wonder who would play me?

I’m smiling over my thought, amused with myself, as I reach up to touch the shadow of scruff all over Cole’s jaw. But I stop. I don’t want to risk waking him up. It’s just that he’s always so exacting, with clean suit lines and a smooth face, that the unkept shave is alluring.

I slowly turn onto my back again, my knee lifting a bit as my legs squeeze together. Looks like my bladder has decided to join in on the conversation in my head. Lovely. Sheesh, how long was I sleeping?

Fuck, I really have to pee. I push up on my elbows to look over Reed’s back at the clock, but Cole decides, at that moment, to growl, “Mine,” as he shoves a hand between my thighs.

I’m frozen, eyes wide, breath held as I glance over at him.

He’s still sleeping. Even though his hand squeezes my thigh, kneading, moving up closer to my hoo-ha. And it’s making me panic. Because besides the fact that his arm is laying across my bladder, making me have to pee even worse…there is no way in hell I’m letting them wake up and see me like this.

I can only imagine what my hair looks like. And the last thing in my mouth was Reed’s dick, so I feel like mouthwash is necessary.

Cole mumbles something, making me panic-grin harder as he cups my pussy. His arm is so heavy, and I swear someone in the cosmos is laughing at me.

Why? I mouth to the ceiling, toward the Lord.

If I piss on this man’s hand, I will find a crime to witness so I can go into the protection program. New life. New name. That’s the only correct option.

“Gimme,” comes from the other side as I reach for Cole’s hand just as Reed’s warm palm covers my breast.

Come on.

I have to press my lips together because one sound and they’ll wake up. And if they open their eyes and realize I’m pussy-tit pinned, I’m getting fucked. Without question. And as appealing as it sounds, in my current state of looking like a “used-up hooker” slash being a future “golden shower giver,” I need out of this bed.

Cole grips my pussy, then releases. I hold my breath, trying not to laugh or moan, feeling the fullness in my tummy. In more ways than one.

Slowly, like trying-not-to-even-breathe slow, I try to slide Cole’s hand off of me, but he rubs the butt of his palm directly against my clit.

The smallest unstoppable moan escapes. For fuck’s sake. My stomach tenses along with the muscles inside of me. Because…PEE.

Fuck you, dumb vagina. I need you to think big picture right now.

I mentally will the pee back up to where it came from before I wrap my fingers around his wrist and lift. He’s all dead weight as I drag his fingertips back across my bare pussy, body giving a tiny shiver.

Instantly, my bladder stops pressuring me to immediately piss the bed. So I sigh in relief.

I move his hand the rest of the way before gently placing it on his own crotch.

It’s only fair. If I’m stuck in this situation, I might as well entertain myself. My head turns to Reed. He’s smiling in his sleep. Like a kid with a blankie—my boob being the blankie. Even asleep, he’s overtly charming.

I move his hand easily, leaving it beside me on the bed.

Okay, now how the hell am I getting out of this bed?

If I crawl over either of them, they wake up.

I’m going to have to slide. All the way down the middle of this bed and straight off.

I take a handful of the sheet I’m lying on, gripping my fingers around it as I start to scooch my ass inch by careful inch, like a caterpillar, right down the middle.

The blanket begins to cover my face, rubbing over my nose before I’m finally in the dark. Moving ever so slowly. I keep scooting down, heels digging into the bed, helping me move down by millimeters each time.

One of them grumbles something, making me freeze just as Cole rolls over on his side. And that’s when I realize how far I’ve made it down. Because I’m slapped with his dick.

Cole’s big, chubby half-mast cock is right in my face.

He presses closer, squeezing it against my cheek, the tip of it by my goddamn eye. I’m blinking like a hummingbird, trying to stay still. But he’s getting harder.

I’m about to get fucked in the eye.

I hear Reed make a sound, and my heart starts beating faster. Cole rubs himself against my face again, forcing my eye to close. I’ll need an eye patch after this because I’m pretty sure I’ll get pink eye from this shit. Looks like slutty pirate’s on deck for this year’s Halloween costume.

I don’t care if they wake up. I need to get off this bed and into the bathroom.

Cole moans, so I turn my head away, risking being poked in the ear as I continue to scoot. His dick drags up the back of my head as my lips get tickled by Reed’s hairy legs. I blow out tiny quick breaths, trying to keep the hair out of my mouth until my feet finally find the end of the bed.

About time. Jesus.

I wiggle until the weight of my body takes me off the side like a waterfall, dropping me down with a quiet thud.

My eyes search the ground as I wipe what is most likely precum from under my eye.

Jesus fucking Christ. Who would even believe this if I told it?

I know who…

I rise up, peeking over the end of the bed, my hands gripping the top of the mattress. Both men are still sleeping peacefully. So I lower back to all fours, crawling around to Reed’s side to grab my phone off the nightstand before I crawl faster all the way to the damn bathroom.