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

by Trilina Pucci

Because, damn, lying here feels so good. I’m so satisfied right now. Hands begin rubbing over my body, so I hum, “That feels good.” Or at least I try to. Because I’m pretty sure only about half of that came out of my mouth. I sigh, feeling the warmth between my legs again before the same feeling envelops my fingers. They’re cleaning me. God, it’s so relaxing. It’s not my fault. I swear my body’s sinking into the mattress because it’s so comfortable. And this blanket I’m lying on is so damn soft. I bet Alec looks at the thread count on his sheets and comforters. So soft…so, so…sof… “Sunshine?” My body gets heavier and heavier. And I hear them speaking, but I’m more invested in staring at the underneath of my eyelids. “Is she sleeping?” No. I’m not sleeping. I’m resting my eyes for two seconds. That’s what I want to say, but instead, I drift further away into sated bliss. More chuckling. “As with most women, Reed. It looks like she tired of you.” “Fuck you, Cole.” Alec’s voice fills the space. “Maybe you should have waited before unleashing the whole this is mine now attitude.”