Tangled in Tinsel (Holidates #1)(10)

I know it made a sound. Like a bell getting rung. Because that’s precisely what happened.

“Oww,” I grunt, steadying my hand against the wall display, miraculously turning off the music and the water.

I don’t know when he turned around, but I do know that Cole is rushing toward me as I stand naked, holding my nose.

He jerks me forward, tugging my hand from my face.

“Hold this. Let me see.”

“Hold what? Why are you here? I’m naked,” I say in one big run-on sentence. I’m gripping something soft, so I look down. “I have a towel.”

“You do. Now stop moving and talking. I need to see if you’re bleeding.”

I do, in fact, stop talking as I stand there being evaluated because my face hurts, I’m still drunk, and Cole is standing in front of me while I’m only wearing a towel. The last thought makes me squirm, just enough for him to growl his displeasure.

Jesus, this is a new low for my libido. In the face of injury, she literally pushes through like a crack whore to a pipe. Yeah, she definitely wants him to lay some pipe.

For fuck’s sake. Why didn’t I knock myself out?

Cole’s eyes meet mine.

“You’re good. No blood. Now, you want to share why you were having a Christmas concert for the whole mountain?”

I stare back with half a smile on my face. Cole makes me feel like a child, but not in a gross way. In that very dominant—you might get your grown-ass fucked—kind of way. And although everything about this is inappropriate, his proximity to my naked body has wholly short-circuited the rational thinking part of my brain.

His eyes narrow as I say, “Because I didn’t listen to the directions.”

I didn’t mean it to sound flirtatious, but damn if it doesn’t sound like permission to make me drop to my knees. Cole’s silent. His dark brown bedroom eyes search mine like he’s muddling around a thought. But before he says anything, I touch my nose and grin, wincing.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you were nice to me. Wouldn’t want you off the naughty list.”

Cole steps into the shower, rolling up his shirt sleeves, forcing me to take a few steps back before he reaches around me. He’s so close that the delicious smell of his cologne makes me think I might float after it when he leaves.

“I can be nice, Samantha. You just have to earn it.” My lips part as I suck in a soft gasp. “Waterfalls or showerhead, sweetheart?”

Oh, that look. Cole knows exactly what he’s asking. And I’m going to follow him right to where he’s leading.

“Showerhead,” I say unabashedly because the fucking hussy didn’t get knocked out of me.

But before I melt into him, he smacks a button. The showerhead springs to life, water shooting out all over the back of my towel, making me jump as he chuckles.

Asshole.

He doesn’t say anything as he steps back, but I still stand like a deer in headlights, eyes wide, as he turns around and walks out of the door, shutting it behind him.

Holy shit. What was that? And can I have some more?

“Oh crap,” I whisper, remembering my towel is getting wet before I toss it outside the shower.

My back hits the cold tile as I stare at the bathroom door. Fuck you, Cole Hudson. The smile on my face won’t stop growing. He’s just so hot. Between his presence and that asshole attitude, it’s intoxicating.

Jesus, I have problems. Because I’m revved up all over again.

Casually, I turn around, acting like I’m just going to take a shower…acting for whom? I don’t fucking know because I’m alone. But I did just smash my face, so maybe that’s why I’ve lost it. Either way, I take the nozzle, glancing at the door again, before running the water down my body straight to where I want it.

There’s no time to waste. My body is on fire between my Jace vision and whatever the hell just happened with Cole.

I suck in every bit of air in the room as the feeling hits me like a jackhammer. My chest immediately begins to rise and fall as I pant. I start to put my hand on the wall but then stop. Buttons are bad.

Instead, I press it against the glass as I rock my hips forward, letting the water graze my clit.

Every fantasy I’ve had tonight begins to play out in my mind. Jace, Alec, Reed…Cole. They’re all there. Each touching me, tasting me, taking their sweet time to make me come.

Fuck. Me. My eyes squeeze shut, letting myself fall down the rabbit hole.

“That’s it. Take it, baby. Be my dirty slut.”

Alec’s face is between my legs, devouring my pussy. Licking me like he’s starved for the taste of me as he pins my hips with his strong hands, using his thumbs to spread me open. But as I look up, Jace comes to straddle my face.

“Open.” Without hesitation, my lips part for him to feed me his cock.

I gasp, letting the water hit me in the right place again. My hips circle, quivering as the water pelts against my throbbing clit.

“Don’t be greedy, J…she could suck us both. Can’t you, baby?”

Reed pushes the head of his dick against my lips as Jace pulls out. Both swollen tips take turns bobbing in and out of my used mouth as I lick and suck, moaning against their shafts.

“Oh my god,” I rasp. I’m desperate to come. I can almost feel Alec’s mouth on my pussy, and I can practically taste Jace and Reed’s cum smeared over my lips. The saltiness explodes on my tongue every time they shove inside my begging mouth.