Page 52 of Entrapped
“Come, Joey. Whoever that is will be walking in here in seconds,” Colson urged, his voice strained with the effort to finish quickly.
I reached down, desperate to finish, rubbing my clit until the tension snapped and I came, my body clenching around him. Colson followed a moment later, driving into me with a final, punishing thrust as he emptied into me.
I barely had time to pull up my pants and Colson to tuck himself in before Vaughn appeared in the doorway. My face burned with the heat of embarrassment, but Vaughn’s expression was unreadable as his gaze flicked between us.
“Am I interrupting something?” Vaughn’s tone was light, but there was a knowing glint in his eyes.
I forced a smile, trying to regain my composure. “Just finalizing the Christmas plans,” I said, my voice a bit too bright. “You’re early.”
Vaughn raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying my explanation, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he looked around the kitchen, taking in the holiday preparations. “Looks like you’ve been busy. The place looks great.”
“Thank you,” I replied, smoothing my hair. “We’ve put a lot of work into making this Christmas special.”
Colson stepped forward, placing a possessive hand on my lower back. “We want everything to be perfect for our first Christmas together,” he said, his voice smooth and confident.
Vaughn’s gaze flickered between us, and I could see the tension in his jaw. “I’m sure it will be,” he said, though there was an edge to his words. “I came by to see if you needed any help with last-minute errands.”
“That’s kind of you,” I said, still trying to steady my racing heart. “But I think we have everything under control.”
Colson gave Vaughn a pointed look. “Joey and I have it covered. Why don’t you go enjoy your day off and let us handle the details?”
Vaughn’s eyes lingered on me for a moment longer before he nodded. “Of course. I’ll see you both later, then.”
As he turned to leave, I felt a pang of guilt twist in my stomach. Vaughn had always been difficult to read, but there was something in his expression that unsettled me. He was clearly aware of what had just happened between Colson and me, and I wondered what was going through his mind.
When Vaughn was out of earshot, I turned to Colson, my voice low and anxious. “Do you think he knows?”
Colson shrugged, unbothered. “Does it matter? Vaughn is used to getting what he wants, but this time, it’s different. You’re mine.”
His words were meant to be reassuring, but they only made me more uneasy. I wasn’t sure how to feel about the possessiveness in his tone. I loved Colson, but the complications that came withour relationship—the secrets, the tension with Vaughn—were starting to weigh on me.
I looked out the window again, watching the snow fall in a serene, steady rhythm. Everything looked so peaceful outside, yet inside, I felt anything but.
Colson pulled me closer, sensing my unease. “Let’s not worry about Vaughn,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Tonight is about our families. We’ll make this Christmas one to remember.”
I nodded, trying to push away the lingering doubts. “You’re right,” I said softly. “It’s our first Christmas, and I want it to be perfect.”
But as I leaned into Colson’s embrace, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things were far from perfect. There were too many secrets, too many unresolved tensions simmering just below the surface. And I had a feeling that before this holiday was over, everything would come to a head.
Chapter 21
The kitchen was warm and filled with the rich aromas of Christmas Eve. My mother was at the counter, rolling out dough for her famous cheese puffs. The scent of butter and sharp cheddar filled the air, making my mouth water.
I stood beside her, carefully wrapping bacon around scallops, trying to focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept drifting to the impending arrival of our guests. The tension in my chest was growing, and I could feel my anger simmering just below the surface.
Simone arrived first, breezing into the kitchen with a confident smile, her arms full of wine bottles. She placed them on the counter, glancing at the spread with an air of approval.
“I brought some wine,” she announced, her tone light, as if we were old friends.
I forced a smile, trying to be civil. “Thanks. We could use them.”
Simone started to uncork one of the bottles, and I caught her glancing at me out of the corner of her eye. I couldn’t help but notice how perfectly she’d done her hair, how effortlesslyelegant she looked. I felt a pang of something—jealousy, maybe, or resentment. I pushed it down, focusing on the scallops.
Logan arrived a few minutes later, and the moment he walked in, Simone’s face lit up. They shared a quick kiss, her hand lingering on his arm as they exchanged soft words. My grip tightened on the knife I was using, and I had to remind myself to breathe. I couldn’t lose my composure, not here, not tonight.
My mother, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents in the room, turned to Logan with a bright smile. “I’m so glad you’re here. Did you bring an appetite?”
“Always, Mom,” Logan said, giving her a warm hug. He turned to me, his smile faltering slightly when he saw the look on my face. “Hey, Joey.”
