Tangled in Tinsel (a holidates series)

Have you ever been in a room in someone’s house that makes you feel poor? Because this bathroom would be that room.

I should’ve paid attention earlier when he brought me in here because this is beyond gorgeous. Like excessively nice. Obviously, the whole house is the same. Still, something about how the sleek egg-shaped tub is displayed in the center of the room seriously elevates the space. I laugh to myself because the decorator in me is showing.

“I will definitely use you later,” I say aloud, walking past the tub to the shower.

The shower’s the kind with no door, just a pane of glass you walk around. So I strip, tossing my clothes on the floor before stepping inside to turn on the water.

Alec wasn’t kidding about this shower being tricky. A hundred buttons must be on the wall, right below the showerhead…the detachable one. I can’t help but smile as I reach for it, bending forward to eye all the options.

Okay, how do I turn you on?

I hit one decorated with three wiggly lines, immediately unleashing multiple streams from above that cascade like a waterfall.

Oh wow. Looks like owning a Forbes-listed holding company gets you tech money and fancy showers. I leave the showerhead where it is, relaxing my head back, letting the warmth drift over my body. My hands glide over my head, slicking my hair back before dragging down over my shoulders to my chest. Sheesh, even the temperature is perfect.

What an end to a wild night. My muscles relax even more as I stand there. I needed this shower.

I’ll just wash those men right out of my hair…so to speak. I close my eyes, lowering my chin, letting the water run over my face. Tomorrow I’m Sober Sally. No harmless “one glass” of wine that turns into a bottle—well, almost bottle—that turns me into a predator.

Nope. I’m going to turn over a new leaf. I won’t even know what a penis is, let alone be a person who thinks about the ones in the other room.

Tomorrow the new and improved Samantha will have never pictured how beautiful those four cocks are when they’re hard. Oh fuck. My breathing slows as the thought suddenly becomes very specific.

All I can see, eyes closed under the water, is Jace standing in the living room. All his tattoos are on display while he’s rubbing his hand over his chest. And his dick bobs, rock-hard, almost touching his belly button. Obviously, in every fantasy, dicks are twelve inches.

“Get on your knees. I’m gonna feed you my cock, and you’re gonna suck it like a—”

My head draws back from the water, eyes blinking rapidly as I lock onto the treasure I’d almost forgotten about.

Hello, lover. 

I grab the magical detachable showerhead, flicking the little lever on top, but nothing happens.

“Dammit,” I whisper.

My body shivers because the vision of Jace is still heavy in my thoughts. What’s a girl got to do for some fantasy action?

I bend forward again, trying to suss out what button I should hit. This is why listening is important. But no, I was too busy thinking about Alec’s ass. Now I’ll never get off. I’m a fucking dummy.

My eyes jump from symbol to symbol, my nose scrunching up.

“Which one are you?”

I take a shot by pressing a button, but that only switches from multiple waterfalls to one, so I try another. Nope, that’s steam. The glass begins fogging up, making me squint to see.

“Maybe this one…shit.” 

The steam stops, but cold-ass water comes pouring down from above. I shriek, jumping back before immediately tapping another, barely looking at what I hit.

Christmas music begins to blare.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Now I’m stabbing the button, trying to make it stop. But “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree” gets louder and louder.

“What the fuck. Turn off!” I yell, trying not to freeze to death while smacking the whole damn display.

I’m mid-panic when a deep bass reverberates over the music.

“Samantha.”

Samantha? That’s me. Oh my god, that’s Cole.

Two things happen next: One, I scream, trying to cover my body just as Cole’s eyes connect with mine. And two, he turns around just as I smack into that single pane of glass.

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.

My stomach contracts, fingernails scraping the glass as I pant louder and louder, losing control, wanting the sweet explosion. God, I want to come. I’m pressed closer into the pulsating stream, that sweet sting attacking my clit as I grind, rock, and whimper, circling my hips.

“Fuck me. Eat me. Oh my god.”

My voice is raw, husky, and full of desire. I’m so close…I just need…I need…

Like a siren’s call, his face appears so clear in my mind.

He walks into the room, rolling up those shirtsleeves. Watching me with his friends. With a look of approval, the one I’m already obsessed with, written all over his face.

“Tell me I’m a good girl, Cole. Say it,” I moan, too loudly, picturing how he mouthed it earlier tonight before dinner.

That’s all I need. I come. Hard. Jaw snapped shut, eyes squeezed close. I’m greedy, chasing all the pleasure my body has to give, thrusting forward as all my muscles stay tensed.

I can barely hold myself up as I jerk, unable to handle it anymore. The showerhead drops, swinging below me, spraying the wall as I stare at the tile floor, trying to catch my breath.

Fuck, that was good.

I lean down, picking up the showerhead after somehow turning it off, whispering, “I love you,” to it. Chuckling as I add, “The guys are wrong. You’re the real MVP.”

My head shifts sideways, my body all tingly as my eyes catch the towel on the floor.

Drying off with a wet towel… I guess beggars can’t be choosers.

There has to be more in here somewhere. I walk on shaky legs out of the enclosure, nabbing the wet cotton mess and wringing it out before searching the bathroom. But there’s nothing.

You’ve got to be kidding me. This was the only towel.

Basic skills, guys—cooking, having towels in the bathroom, sheesh. What does Alec do, air dry?

I smirk because the thought isn’t awful.

But I’m not doing the same, so I dry myself with a small amount of dry section before wrapping it around me and opening the door. The moment I do, I freeze. Because sitting on my bed is Cole.

The Cole who wasn’t supposed to be here anymore.

The Cole who left me all hot and bothered.

The fucking Cole I just moaned to call me a good girl.

He’s staring at me, towel over one knee, forearm rested on the other. Cole closes and flexes his fist, and I swear my eyes fixate on the veins bulging from his arm.

“What are you still doing here?” I say, hushed, swallowing after.

Please say you didn’t hear. I’ll die. Suddenly I’m feeling very, very sober. Fear of dying from embarrassment has a way of doing that.

He glances at the towel on his knee. “You needed a new one.”

I should say thank you, but I just stand there because before I can, he shoots to his feet, stalking over to me. Looming above like a giant fucking rain cloud.

So I immediately whisper, “Thank you?”

“Now you remember your manners?”

What? His hand bunches the cotton material in the front of the towel before roughly tugging me forward, forcing me to grab the top so I’m not exposed. Cole bends down as I stare up.

Holy shit.

Our lips come so close that I don’t even register the rest of the world.

Consequences, what are those? Bad choices? Sign me up.

“You forgot to say please, Samantha.” The deep gravel in his voice makes me shiver. “‘Tell me I’m a good girl’…Please. Now, use your words, baby, and ask me nicely.”

He heard. My entire body quakes because I’m turned on instead of the embarrassment I’d braced for. But still, nothing comes out of my mouth. I can’t speak. All my thoughts feel like mush.

I’m caught in his spell. And I don’t want out. I’ve been attracted to him since the day we met. His grumpy, broody silence was my favorite color—red flag. Every piece of me is screaming to cross the line.

Cole draws back, dragging his thumb over my bottom lip as he watches.

“Too chicken? Then let’s start with something easier. How about you answer my question.”

Oh. Shit. He’s talking about when he said, “Boyfriend?”

I feel like I’m going to explode. How Cole looks at me like he’s about to throw me on the floor and fuck my brains out has made me putty in his hands. Except I’m still feisty.

“I did answer.”

He doesn’t miss a beat, dragging me flush against him. Making me gasp.

“That’s one, Samantha. If I get to the three, this fucking towel comes with me. Now, answer my question.”

My eyes narrow with boldness.

“I did answer. You just don’t like what I said.”

“Two,” he levels, jaw tensing.

He wouldn’t really take it. Would he? Who am I kidding? He absolutely would.

“Oh, come on,” I snark, throwing my arms up, daring him. “Sometimes, you just have to take the L, Cole.”

“Three.”

Oh shit. My hands shoot to the towel to hold it in place. “Okay, okay. The answer’s no. No boyfriend. Happy?”

The look he’s giving me says it all.

Cole heard precisely what he wanted to hear. And that, for whatever reason, is the catalyst for my rational thinking to click back into place. Maybe because of how his head tilts as his eyes drop to my mouth. Or how tight he’s gripping the towel around my body like it’s about to be taken. But suddenly, everything feels so real.

I can feel it…his attack. And butterflies aren’t an adequate description of what’s happening inside.

So in one whole continuous thought ramble, I add, “But you’re still a client, and I think we’ve had a lot to drink. And these are weird circumstances. Maybe we should just go to bed and forget this ever happened—”

“You’re fired,” he growls, cutting me off before his mouth slams over mine.

Oh my god.

I’m stunned, suspended in time, as his fingers weave through wet hair on either side of my head. But my surprise only lasts a millisecond because I’m already melting into him, welcoming the warm intrusion of his tongue.

He’s kissing me hungrily without permission. Tongues dancing, our lips gliding and sucking over the others. It’s what I’d imagine being pulled under a wave would feel like—engulfed, caught up, spinning at the mercy of something you can’t control.

Cole’s devouring my mouth. Staking his claim. Owning me in every way.

I’ve never been kissed like this.

He’s taking from me, and I’m more than happy to give myself over.

My palms are on his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath, my body arching toward him. Quiet whimpers vibrate against our lips with every shift of our heads because I want more.

But just as I start to wrap my arms around his neck, Cole pulls away, leaving me breathless. My lips follow as my eyes open, staring hazily back at his. He dips his head forward again, tongue darting out, barely licking my top lip.

I’m the perfect supplicant waiting for more the moment he retreats. He does it again, speaking gravelly words against my mouth.

“What do you say, baby?”

Without a moment’s breath, I whisper, “Please.”

Cole freezes. Silent, staring down at me. He delicately brushes my hair behind my ears, looking down with approval before his hand travels to my throat, keeping my face on his as he pins me in place.

I swallow, feeling his hand tighten over the motion. I’m at his mercy.

He leans down, brushing a feather of a kiss over my already swollen lips.

“I knew the day we met that you’d be a—Good. Fucking. Girl.”

Holy fuck. My eyes almost roll into the back of my head. His hand drops before he takes a step back, then another, eyes locked on mine.

“Tonight, you only moan my name. You understand me?”

I’m standing still as a statue. My body is overheated, full of desire, wanting to please him. To be pleased by him. And more than happy to abide by the rules. So I nod, but he winks and then turns around.

“Wait,” I rush out. “You’re not staying?”

Cole looks over his shoulder and smirks. “Not tonight, but Samantha…this means game fucking on.”

He walks right back out the way he came. Except I’m the only one who actually came.

And after that encounter, I’m going to do it again.