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

by Trilina Pucci

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

You exceeded my expectations. Looking forward to playing house again.

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.

🥵🥵

“It’s the least we could do, considering we’re not letting you leave.”

“I really can’t stay—” He gives his signature smirk. “But, baby, it’s cold outside.”

Did he mouth what I think he said? No, there’s no way. But still, I squeeze my thighs together before jerking my head to the side, feeling dizzy.

Girl, what did he say???

“No. But we like to eat,” Reed offers, looking me up and down.

“All done. Now be good and get to work.”

“Hey, Samantha,” he says, hushed like it’s a secret. “You know if you stay up…we’ll show you exactly what grown men do to let loose… I think you’ll like it.”

“Stop teasing our girl. There’s always tomorrow. It’s time for Alec to take her to bed.”

“Our girl” 🥵

“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.”

“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

Cole is gonna kill me 🥵

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.”

Think of us like her pussy’s personal Santa Claus. And hopefully, Samantha wants to be a very naughty girl.”

“Gimme,” he presses quietly, pushing back against my hold.

I hear it the moment I say it. Reed groans, narrowing his eyes. “Why are you torturing us? Just say yes already. I know you’re going to. I want. Gimme.”

Gimme Reed, please 🥵

because please sir, can I have some more.

“Practice using words, Sammy.” Jace pulls me closer between his legs. “They’re important, baby. We need to know when it’s too much or not enough. We want your pleasure, remember?”

Jace closes a hand around my throat, pushing me back so I’m leaning away as his palm runs up my stomach and back down. “Do you trust me?” “Yes,” I whisper. “Then ask for what you want.” My mouth falls open, fingernails digging into his skin as husky wanton words spill out of my mouth. “I want you, Jace. I want you to go down on me while Alec watches.”

Y’all this man 🥵

Because I’m slapped with his dick. Cole’s big, chubby half-mast cock is right in my face.

🤣😭 I can’t

Frankly, my vagina needs some rest.

I bet it does

Jace walks around the island, taking another bite but stops as he comes to stand next to me. I shift on the stool and bring my knees to either side of his defined body. But he says nothing, just lifts the peach to my lips. “Bite?” I nod, but I don’t even get to chew it before Jace runs his tongue up my chin, collecting the spillage before diving into my mouth. Somehow my bite becomes his, stolen straight from my mouth along with all my senses. Because before I know it, that same peach is slicked over my pussy, making me gasp just before Jace disappears under the countertop, and I’m left to hold the marble for my dear life. My eyes are already rolling into the back of my head as Cole grins, throwing his words over his shoulder.

“Cutie, don’t listen to Cole. I might come just hearing you. Don’t hold back…I wanna hear every fucking lick and moan.”