Page 24 of Scrooged for the Holidays
I take the steps two at a time, running past the picture I stopped to look at earlier. The one of the men I just watched fuck.
“Oh my god,” I chant under my breath. “Oh my god!”
When I reach my room, I fumble with my room key, stabbing it into the lock. Once I practically trip into my room and lock the door behind me, I nose-dive on the bed and swear into the pillow. What the hell was I thinking?
I flop onto my back and glare up at the ceiling. My body is buzzing, and my chest is heaving. The motion of my boobs rising and falling only makes my still-hard nipples harder as they brush against the fabric.
The images of the three men together are burned into my retinas, and every nerve in my body feels as if it’s on fire. The hunger in my stomach is renewed but with a need for something that has nothing to do with food.
Not thinking clearly, I slip my hand beneath the waistband of my pants and into my underwear. The fabric is soaked through, and my cheeks flame with further embarrassment.
I should stop. I should go take a cold shower and pretend like that never happened. Better yet, I should get in my car and leave, let the storm take me. But I let my fingers slip over my swollen clit. My back arches, and I know it won’t take me long to come. My body is so keyed up, and I’ve never been more turned on in my life.
“Fuck.” I exhale. I move my fingers faster, the image of the men turning to one where I’m in the mix—where I’m on Remi’s lap, and Kai’s behind me with Sam behind him.
I circle my fingers once more, and I come harder than I ever have in my life. White explodes behind my eyes, and my entire body nearly comes off the bed. I cry out, not caring if anyone hears me.
Time floats, as if I’m suspended in this moment for minutes instead of seconds, and I come again as my fingers ease me through my release. When it finally ends, I flop back onto the soft comforter, my inner walls pulsing and muscles trembling.
My eyelids grow heavy, weighted down until I can’t keep them open any longer. As the last of the adrenaline drains from my body, my breath evens out, and sleep pulls me under.
My final thought is that the gnawing hunger in my stomach has been replaced by a different kind of need, one no food could satiate.
PART ii:
The Thaw
Chapter nine
Greer
“Doyouneedaminute, Princess, or can we get started?”
My eyes pop open, heart thumping in my chest. It takes me a hot second to realize that A, Kai the bartender is in my room and B, my hand is down my pants. I yank it free and let out what sounds like a mix of a scream, a growl, and a surprised yelp.
I scramble to my knees, one hand over my chest and the other pointing at him. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”
The corner of Kai’s mouth lifts into a half smile. His hands are in the pockets of the gray jeans he’s wearing. He’s got on a deep-blue winter coat, and the black scarf around his neck is untied. The man looks like he walked off a men’s winter fashion runway.
“Come on; we have somewhere we need to be.”
My chest continues to heave, and I stare at him as if he’s gone mad. “What are you talking about?”
He takes a step forward. “I’ll explain everything, but first, we need to get going. We have a limited amount of time before the sun rises and much to see.”
“Whatthe hellare you talking about? I’m not going anywhere with you at”—I look at the electric clock on the bedside table—“onein the morning.”
“This is important, Greer. Please, come with me.” He holds out his hand, and I blink down at it, trying to clear my mind and figure out what’s going on since he’s not giving me direct answers.
I don’t understand how he got into my room. I think I locked it when I came in. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was—hands, mouths, my fingers on my…
“Oh my god,” I whisper, looking up at Kai. My cheeks turn a bright pink—I think my ears do as well. He winks at me like he did before I ran back to my room, confirming he saw me watching him get railed like some kind of pervy Peeping Tom. And now he’s in my room, and he caught me asleep with my hand down my pants?!
“Oh my god,” I say again, this time louder.
“Not God.” He smirks, taking a small step closer to me. “Nephilim.”
“What-a-lim?”
