Tangled in Tinsel (The More the Merrier, #1)

by Trilina Pucci

Alec Price is standing just inside the entry by the oversized front door, shaking out snow from his salt-and-pepper hair as he greets me. He’s only forty, but the look suits him.

“I can’t wait to discover all the other talents you’re hiding from me.”

Next, he’ll tell me to drop to my knees because he wants to feed me his big ol’ candy cane.

🥵🥵

In my defense, this man is hot. Six foot four and not an inch shorter. His shoulders are so broad that it’s a foregone conclusion that he played professional football. And that jawline. It makes Superman look soft. Sorry, Henry Cavill, Alec’s a better version.

And he exudes this presence. It’s not overwhelming or intimidating. More like his attention is a caress. Every look from those crystal blue eyes feels intentional, and that’s sexy because it’s as if you were meant to be in that exact spot at that very moment. Just for him to look at. Alec’s basically sexy as fuck.

Hello, Cole. We’ve only met once. And that was enough to make quite an impression. First, there’s the way he fills out a suit—he feels severe. That’s the only way to describe it, like a character out of Peaky Blinders. Every crease is sharp and measured, created to make women breathless and men shrink. Second, he knows it because it’s clear that Cole controls all. Period. The end.

Jace is the golden retriever energy of the group. And the youngest, as in a hair under forty.

Even if he seems less polished. With wavy black hair and tattoos covering his body, he’s a walking temptation. My favorite tattoo is on display above his collar, covering his throat—a set of angel wings. However, I came to find out that it didn’t accurately depict his personality.

Jace feels like a hug. One you want to squeeze you tight, so you can dry hump his leg.

“None of you know how to cook? Seriously? It’s a basic skill, guys.” “No. But we like to eat,” Reed offers, looking me up and down.

Yes sir! 😳😳

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

OMG I CAN'T! 🥵😳

Fuck. I was so close to pinning Samantha on the bed and eating her pussy until she begged me to let her come. But that’s not my role. Yet. That yet has been eating at me for months. Back to when Alec told us he’d seen her at a sex club and thought she’d be interested in our…kink. A kink that’s all about worshipping, fucking, and making women turn to putty…together.

If we have the whole weekend, then there’s no other way I’d like to spend it than helping Samantha discover all her filthiest desires. Think of us like her pussy’s personal Santa Claus. And hopefully, Samantha wants to be a very naughty girl.”

“That’s my kind of present. Here’s to Samantha getting her stocking stuffed and coal for Christmas.”

Oh fuck. I’ve fallen into Reed’s dick sand, sucked into the serious hotness this guy exudes. I’m lost forever, like Indiana Jones and the Temple of Cock.

The humor and tension is 🥵🔥👌