“Yes, please,” I rasp.
Jace’s hips thrust forward slowly, savoring every second of our connection as I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. Because I’m going to have to. Whether it’s today or tomorrow, I will have to let go of this tiny slice of heaven and go back to the real world.
My eyes are closed, and my body is already damp with sweat because I’m sandwiched between Cole and Jace. They take turns kissing my neck and shoulders, their hands running all over my body. I feel Cole’s cock begin to rim my ass, and desire takes over. My back arches, jutting my ass toward him as Jace slides his cock in and out in a torturous tempo.
“Pull out,” Cole grunts.
I gasp at the loss of Jace’s cock as Cole reaches between my legs and gathers the wetness, pushing his fingers inside of me before spreading it back over my ass.
“Relax for him, baby,” Jace whispers into my lips, kissing me deeply as the head of his cock pushes back inside my pussy.
I gasp, feeling like my body is on fire.
Cole’s hand grips my hip, positioning himself behind me, but my eyes spring open. My mouth tearing away from Jace’s as my head shifts toward the opening of our sheet fort.
“Did you hear that? Was that the—”
My eyes grow wide. And all the hands drop from my body.
Jace gently removes my leg as he sits up, mirroring Cole. They’re pulling on their pants as the sound rings again.
Holy hell.
“It’s the doorbell,” I say, almost angry.
Cole hands me his shirt. “Cover up, baby.”
It rings again. And this time, Reed and Alec wake up, hurrying their clothes on and kissing me before they join Cole and Jace at the door. But I’m still sitting in the tent, brows drawn together as I listen to Alec greet the Fire Chief.
I slide the shirt I’m holding over my head, inhaling the scent of Cole as I adjust it over my shoulders.
What the hell is wrong with me? It’s freaking Christmas Eve. And we’ve finally been saved. I can go home and be with my family. Sleep in my own bed. Shave my legs…and my…
I’ll be honest. I’ve been on borrowed time. My well-shorn lady bits were about to turn into a 1970s bush.
Still. I don’t move.
The sheets swish open, Alec’s face coming into view.
“You’re clear. Come on.”
He holds out his hand for me to take, and I do, letting him help me out. But as soon as I’m exposed, four sets of eyes stare down at me, unspeaking.
I swallow, already knowing the answer to my question.
“I take it we’ve been sprung from snow jail?”
Alec clears his throat. “It would seem so. The chief said they’ve finished most of the mountain.”
I’m nodding. But there’s more silence. My fingers find the hem of my shirt…I mean, Cole’s shirt that I’m borrowing because the weekend is officially over. I bite the inside of my cheek before I speak, hoping for a Hail Mary.
“But are the roads still icy?”
Cole shakes his head, cutting me off quickly. “No. It’s all good, Samantha. We can leave whenever we’d like. It’s our choice, now.”
“Oh.”
Right. Our choice…the one we agreed to for the time we were snowed in. God. This is so embarrassing. I must look like an idiot to them, like a lovesick puppy. This was for the weekend. And that’s officially over.
“Cool,” I breathe out, shooting off finger guns. Jesus, not this again. How could I regress this quickly back to the pre-fivesome me? Maybe because I just had Jace inside me and Cole on deck. And now I’m being ejected, tossed back into reality.
I’m walking backward away from them and the tent, unable to shut my horrendous diarrhea mouth.
“The timing is perfect, actually. Because you guys probably have stuff to do. And people to get back to—”
They’re not speaking, just watching me fumble my words. And I don’t stop.
“—I mean, let’s be real. One more day and my parents would’ve probably sent out an Amber Alert. Wanted proof of life. Next thing I know, I’d be on the side of milk cartons. Amiright?”
My legs hit the coffee table, causing me to squeal as my ass hits the top of it before I rebound back to standing.
“Sorry. I mean…the table doesn’t care. You probably don’t either. Jesus,” I breathe out, cheeks red as I smooth my hands over my errant hair.
Reed steps forward, followed by Jace, but I shake my head. “I’m fine. Totally good in the hood. Oh my god, I don’t know why I said that.”
I turn around, mouth dry, cheeks red, hearing Cole say my name. But all that comes out of my mouth is, “Do they even have missing kid pictures on the side of milk anymore? I’m kind of lactose intolerant, so I wouldn’t really know anyway.”
“Samantha,” he presses, forcing me to turn around.
Fuck me. They’re looking at me like they don’t know what to do with me. Fair, guys. Me neither.
“I’m gonna go…change out of this T-shirt…and then head home.” Someone stop me. “Because the storm is over.” Say something. “So there’s no real reason for me to stay.” Just say you want me to.
The last part of what I said hangs in the middle of the room until Cole’s eyes lock on mine.
“You can leave the shirt on the bed.”
I don’t stick around to answer. No, I power walk like a suburban fifty-something in the 1980s back to my fucking room and shut the door behind me.
I lift the phone I don’t even remember grabbing, swiping it open to text my sister.
Me: Good news. I’m free.
Elle: Ha. Free? Put me in your jail. Should I tell Mom to expect four more?
Me: No. The weekend’s over. And so are we.
Bubbles. Then nothing. Then bubbles again.
Elle: FaceTime?
Me: No. I’ll see you soon. Put two bottles in the chiller for me.
Elle: For just you?
Me: Yeah—blackout drunk seems like a real good idea.
twenty-five
“We all just turned into a bunch of jackasses.”
alec
She’s been gone for all of five minutes, but none of us have left the spot we stood in as she said goodbye. I never thought in a million years that not one of us would have enough fucking balls to tell the girl we liked her. But that’s exactly what we did. We stood here in a fucking receiving line and let her say goodbye.
Fuck. I close my eyes, thinking about the all-too-fresh moment.
“Do you have everything?” Forget something, so you’ll have to come back.
She nods. “I didn’t have much to start with.”
Stay, gorgeous.
She blinks up, placing her hand on my shoulder as she lifts to kiss my cheek.
“Thanks for a wonderful weekend. Since it was literally my pleasure.”
I huff a laugh, wanting to pull her back and wrap her in a hug, then tell her she’s staying whether she likes it or not.
She sidesteps to stand in front of Jace. My eyes tick to his face, recognizing that look. He doesn’t want her to go either. Fuck. I’m pretty sure he hasn’t even heard a word she’s said to him. Because the minute she kisses his cheek, shifting her face toward Reed, I swear Jace looks more deflated than I’ve ever seen him.