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

by Trilina Pucci

The snow is gently falling. The smell of cinnamon fills the air. As our heroine, Samantha, decorates Christmas trees without care. But soon, a storm will whip through the house. And force our heroes to erase all their doubts. Because upon this magical, blistering eve, dirty, delicious ideas will they weave. And the longer the snow holds steady outside, these four men will take this girl on a cock-filled ride. So, let’s peek inside to watch it unfold. Rejoice! There are dirty fucking deeds for us to behold.

Yaassssssss

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

“Call me Alec.” Our eyes connect. “And Samantha, you can handle my girthy tree anytime.”

Girthy. Jesus, let me never think that word again.

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

a homie hopper—that’s what my sister calls it. I’m too old to be a homie hopper. I’m thirty-two.

“This is like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to jingle your bells.”

“Tell her,” I challenge, huffing a laugh, “and I’ll tell her that you only go to church because you’re trying to fuck the priest after you read about it happening in some fucking romance book.”

I’m dressed head to toe in mismatched snow gear. I put on everything I found in Alec’s closet—black snow pants too long, a red puffy jacket that’s already making me sweat, and snow boots too big.

“Oh, wow. That’s something.”

“What the fuck are you wearing, sunshine?”

Excuse me, ma’am, what’s on your bucket list?… Oh, who me?… To be fucked by four dudes. Check. Check. Check. And motherfucking check. Who’s that bitch? I’m that bitch.

There’s champagne. And I’m wrapped in fucking ribbon.

Alec smiles, snapping his fingers, excited like he’s going to tell me a secret, but Cole yells over him, pointing his finger at him, “Nooo, shut the fuck up. Don’t you tell her what you chose. No stealing the vote, you asshole cheat.”

My eyes are already rolling into the back of my head as Cole grins, throwing his words over his shoulder. “Make her come quick, J. Eggs are up.” Jesus, if this is our Saturday night, I can’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend holds.

“Wait…she dated all of them…at the same time?” Christopher blurts.