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

by Trilina Pucci

“Cut to the chase, Reed. Tell them the good part.” The steam sounds quietly in the background as my cappuccino foams. “I’m getting there. So, she’s contemplating our offer. But Alec nailed it. She’s definitely a newbie. I’m sure she’ll have so many questions.” Alec smirks. “Then we’ll answer every single one. Her comfort becomes our priority.” We’re all nodding as Cole says, “Exactly. But if we do this, we’re breaking our one-night rule. Everyone good with that?” We look around at each other. That’s been a hard line for us. We never do more than one night, but this is an opportunity I can’t pass up, and I know they feel the same.

What’s the worst that can happen? It’s not like anyone’s falling in love.

YET

Sheets rustle in the background like she’s sitting up. “Are you high? You know you can’t smoke weed, dork. You get paranoid.” “Eleanor,” I snap. “Focus. It’s seven o’clock in the morning. Why would I be high?” She yawns. “I mean, technically, I’m probably still high.”

“I-kissed-Cole-last-night-and-then-dry-humped-his-best-friend-in-the-kitchen-before-he-told-me-they-want-to-share-me.” I suck in a deep breath. But there’s nothing. No answer. Just silence. Then more silence. “Hello?” I whisper, but she screams, “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I have to pull the phone from my ear, but I’m laughing. Maybe it’s hysterical laughter but whatever. I put my phone on speaker as I pace. “Eleanor, it hasn’t even been twenty-four hours, and I’ve got two down, two to go. I’m a fucking predator. I manifested this. Or you did with all that bullshit you talked.”

“Bitch, this is like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to jingle your bells. You’d be nuts not to say yes.”

I’ve never been a part of it. I’m great in bed, trust me. But this is that meme with all the hot dogs flying at your face.”

“Samantha Gabriella Thomas. You better clarify that statement”—her voice raises—“or I’m calling Mom and telling her you’re getting Eiffel Towered. And that you’re not even in Paris.” I narrow my eyes even though she can’t see me. And I’m already off the countertop. “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.” “Ohhhhhh…” The word is drawn out like the line of battle. “Low blow. That book is fucking spiritual self-care.”

“Yeah. I’m sure. I’m doing this.” “Then stop worrying about what to do. You know what to do with one dick. Plus, men are simple, like spit on it, moan…call them daddy, you’re all good.”

“I’ll call you later, ‘kay?” “Yep. Have fun…but only the sexy, filthy, depraved kind of fun. And sneak me dick pics!” I don’t answer her, smiling as I hang up. Dear Santa, I’ve even been a very good girl this year. And all I want for Christmas is Alec, Reed, Jace, and Cole…without a pregnancy or an STD. Thank you.

But now, all I can think about is how many times they’ve done this. …And when the last time someone was tested. …And is this just a “focus on me” thing, or will swords cross? I bite my lip because the picture in my head is Jace shoving Reed to his knees. Damn, that’s hot. And yet, selfishly, I want to be the star of this show. “All about me, please,” I whisper as a smile blooms on my lips again.

I laugh, but it vibrates again.

Screw that. “I’m a grown woman, Eleanor. Give me some credit. I think I can manage a conversation without dissolving into a puddle. I’m just nervous. I’ll call you later.” “Mmmkay. Sure. Whatever. Good luck with that. Byeee.” I hang up, frowning. It’s fine. I got this.

“No, she’ll come when she’s ready,” Alec levels as I mouth, yep, and ready or not, here I come. No turning back now. With one more deep breath, I noisily make the last of the hidden steps before rounding the corner and coming into view. I was planning to clear my throat to gather their attention. But Jace notices me first from where he’s sitting on the couch. His eyebrows raise, eyes wide as those dimples indent with his growing smile. “Oh, wow. That’s something.”

Jesus, my cheeks are so red. And Reed’s enjoying every moment. Asshole. “Ignore Reed,” Alec offers before standing and making his way to the couch. “His specialty is having a one-track mind. As you’ve come to witness. We’re happy to answer anything you’d like to know, gorgeous. Don’t worry. Nobody thinks you want to snort blow off any of our dicks.” I squeeze my eyes closed for the briefest moment as the embarrassment rolls over me again. Fucking Reed.

“Nervous?” he says low and direct. I nod. “Want some help with him?” Cole’s head softly motions toward the couch. Who? What? I follow the direction to Reed, realizing what he means, so I nod again. Cole never leaves my face as his steady words hit with force. “Reed, the lady said to sit. I suggest you do as she requested.” I glance over, seeing Reed slide over the arm onto the cushion while giving me a wink before I look back at Cole. “Thank you.”

As if he’s heard my thoughts, Cole bends down. But his hand snakes around the nape of my neck, holding me in place before he pulls me in, bringing my ear to his lips. Our bodies are so close that if I arched my back, my breasts would press against his chest. “The floor’s yours, sweetheart. But I’d make it fast because this outfit isn’t helping. It’s only serving to make me consider all the possibilities for what’s underneath. And all the things I’d like to do to that body once you say yes.” “Okay,” I breathe out before catching myself. “I mean. Yep, I’ll be expedient.”

nod, clearing my throat. “So, like I was saying, there are things I need to know before I let you fuck me like a pack of wild animals all over this house.” Why do all the wrong things keep coming out of my mouth? Cole adjusts himself. “Less descriptive, sweetheart. The blood’s going the wrong way. And your brows are starting to sweat.”

I ignore him, tugging the zipper down another inch. Dammit, it’s hot. Or maybe I’m just that nervous. Just say it. This is do or die time, Sam. Say it. Before I can chicken out, I look at my phone and blurt out the exact sentence I wrote. “How am I not getting pregnant? Or getting, like…herpes?”

“What’s a regular date with you like?” I celebrated too soon. My eyes briefly drop to the floor as I fill my cheeks with air before letting it out with a pop. I can feel myself blinking. That’s how fucking aware I am of my awkwardness. If I could make it stop, I would. I’d run right for the window and throw myself out.

“Nobody knows,” I say, looking up to add, “how I am on a date. I’ve never been on one. That’s actually part of my next question. Is it a problem that I’m a virgin?” All the air is sucked out of the room and replaced with panic. Jace stands halfway before sitting back down, muttering, “Wait a minute… what?” Reed’s frozen. He hasn’t even blinked. And Cole’s staring at me like I’m a puzzle he hasn’t figured out because he doesn’t have any edge pieces. Wow. But Alec gives me a wink and mouths, liar. I press my lips together, raising my brows at him in challenge, but he shakes his head, not buying it. My eyes narrow. But he holds his ground and my eyes. So I shrug before my voice is sing-songy. “Just kidding.”

“Listen up. Especially you,” I snark, stopping at Reed. “I’m nervous, and occasionally when I’m nervous, I suffer from poor delivery. But these are two very fair questions…about STDs. And since I do plan on dating after this—” “No,” they bark in unison, effectively shutting my mouth. Jace adds, “Quit that.” My lips part, eyes traveling over them. You have got to be kidding me. I lift a hand out in front of me, thoroughly amused. “This arrangement is only for the weekend.” “Correct,” Alec answers, crossing his arms. I stare, waiting for them to catch on. But they don’t, so I press with a smirk. “So we’re pretending there’s no expiration? Or that I’ve magically only ever been interested in a gang bang…with you?” “Exactly,” Jace agrees.

“Yes,” Cole levels. “And?” “And? And I can just magically suck dick so good that your knees will buckle? And fuck like a porn star, but dirty slut is just my default? And on Monday, when we drive away, my pussy will just stay preserved like a wax statue from Madame Tussauds?” “Yes,” they answer in chorus, leaning in at the same time like a pack of animals.

“True,” Cole adds, not trying to hide his smile. “But at least we don’t have herpes.”

“Okay. I like it. That sounds perfect.” I grin, looking at Cole. “And since I’m not a virgin, more like a woman with a body count envied by the likes of Mortal Combat, I can also show my clean bill of health. Oh, and I’m on the pill.” A tiny laugh escapes as I add, “So I guess we’re raw dogging it.” 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.”

“How do you know I’ll say yes? Maybe I won’t.” Cole interjects, “Because we listened at your door.” My mouth pops open. Sneaky bastards. Why does that make me like them more? Instantly the memory of how Reed left my room makes me smile. “Cheats,” I snark. Cole shrugs. Completely unapologetic. “I prefer Samantha enthusiasts.”

I’m staring at the questions, feeling flustered. He’s sexy. Just fucking sexy. Damn. “Where was I?” “Question number two,” Alec offers, crossing his legs, looking at me as if he’s slowly undressing me. “Right, question number two.” I open my eyes wider, trying to focus before I read, “When we’re fucking, do you guys…do guys?” Cole chokes on his newly made scotch. As Reed breathes out, “Now it’s a party.” Goddammit. It sounded way more discreet when I wrote it. I tuck my hair behind my ears, feeling dampness on my hairline. Am I sweating?

Now they’re all on their feet as Cole walks toward me.

“I mean…I didn’t mean. Plow ahead. That sounds weird. Asses aren’t fields. Fuck. What I mean is you’ll need to give me the rundown. How does this happen? Am I fucking everyone? Will you take turns? Does Jace fuck Reed while Reed fucks me? There’s just a lot of choreography, and I’m not a skilled dancer…so—” I’m surrounded. Eyes on me as I drown in so much male energy that I gasp. Oh fuck. I reach for my jacket, feeling like I’m boiling. “How many more questions do you have on that app thing?” Cole growls. “A few,” I answer, trying to pull the zipper down some more, but it’s stuck. Cole slips my phone from my hand. “Whoa. No. Give it back.” I try to reach around him as he hands it to Reed, but my arm is effortlessly moved. “Answer these,” Cole directs, still staring at me. “Do it now because I want to hear her say yes.”

“Princess, I don’t care what questions, stipulations, or terms you have. You can have whatever the fuck you want. Including the spotlight or my dick down Alec’s ...

Holy shit. I blink. “I’m seeing stars.” “Not yet, you aren’t,” Reed counters. Cole grips my chin between his fingers. “Shit,” he growls. My eyelids flutter. “Ummm…I’m passing out.” “Fuck.” The air hits my body as Cole rips the jacket open and off in seconds, exposing the truth—me in that damn T-shirt from earlier. I was always a foregone conclusion. Albeit an unconscious one now. One minute I’m staring into Cole’s eyes, and the next, I’m lying on the floor hearing: “Do you see what I mean? Every time she’s nervous, she rambles. It’s fucking adorable. Come to think of it, it probably didn’t help the overheating.” Jace. “Shut up and put the towel on the back of her neck. She won’t fuck us if we kill her.” Reed. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice she was wearing those fucking training pants. They’re designed to insulate and make you sweat to death.” Alec. My eyes blink open, slowly locking onto Cole’s. He’s all brows drawn together, staring down at me. “Welcome back, Samantha. How about a bath?” Oh, they’re dreamy.

I get why Alec is a voyeur. There’s so much more to see than meets the eye. Because what I’m watching isn’t him taking shoes off that are too big. It’s Alec taking his time, running his fingers under the snow pants, before sliding the boots off her feet. Pressing gentle kisses to her covered knees before he sets one aside to do the other. The best part, though, is Samantha weaving her fingers gently through his hair as she bites that damn bottom lip. Fuck. I’ve never really…we’ve never done this. We fuck women and worship them sexually. But this is different.

Samantha’s not just some chick that passed out in front of us. We like her. Each of us in our own way. That much is clear.

“No more snowsuits. Or Alec’s T-shirts,” Cole says gruffly. He frowns, pulling her hair to the side, giving more room for the cloth to run over her skin. “You’ll go through my closet. Take what you want.” I’m not the only one that glances at him. Mr. I probably get my underwear pressed is letting her rifle through his shit and take what she wants. Yeah, we like her.

“Say what now? Is the beast going to let Belle borrow his clothes? Don’t go falling for me, Cole. Because I’m more like a perverted Cinderella. I expire on Sunday at midnight, and I’m taking my shoes with me.” He’s nodding, the ghost of a smirk on his face. “Noted.”

“You’re stunning, sunshine.” I can’t help but look between them, trying to commit this moment to memory. “Agreed.” The back of Cole’s knuckles run down my jaw as I lean into it.

“You’re made for this, Samantha.” I whimper, feeling hands stroking my body just as Alec’s eyes find mine. He’s taken a step back to watch. Slowly rubbing himself over the front of his sweatpants, making his hardening cock take shape through the fabric. Damn. The way he’s staring, devouring the scene in front of him. It makes me feel heady with desire. It makes me want to put on a show. Make him hot watching the ways they destroy my body. This is amazing.

I look up at him, confused but not speaking. But it’s Reed’s voice that goes first. “Make room for me, J.”

Jace has managed to master the art of sweet and spicy.

They’re kind of romantic and kind of swoony.

“Did that hurt?” His eyes glance down to the steel bars punctured through his nipples. “Yes”—he winks—“but you can kiss it better.” My lips fold under my teeth, and I look up through my lashes as Jace hooks his thumbs inside his sweats and yanks them down. Holy shit. His cock is on glorious display. Before my brain can communicate properly with my mouth, I say, “Wow.” Out. Fucking. Loud. I squeal and immediately sink under the water because who says that? Except I’m hauled back up, laughing as I spit water when my face breaches the surface. Jace’s eyes twinkle, looking back at me. “Wow, huh? I’m happy you’re impressed.” I shrug, wiping my hands over my face, my lips barely above water.

Jace’s body sinks down, making the water spill over the edges. “Oh no. We should let some out. It’s too full.” His eyes drift down to the tops of my breasts. “There’s no such thing as too full.”

“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?” I swallow before whispering, “Yes.” “Yes, what?” “Yes, I’d like to be fucked by everyone, all at once.” Jace closes his eyes for the briefest of moments before hauling me onto his lap.

The look on his face is so seductive. It’s the way he stares intensely into mine with all his intentions pouring out of him. They say eyes are the windows to the soul. I think Jace’s soul wants to fuck mine. I grin. He’s a soulfucker.

“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.”

“Hi, gorgeous,” he offers, pausing before adding, “you called.” “Hi,” I answer, the side of my finger coming to my mouth as I bite it. “Tell him, baby,” Jace croons. His hands still hold my ankles hostage as he begins to spread them inch by fucking inch. I run my finger between my teeth, never breaking eye contact with Alec, flirting my ass off. “I want you to watch Jace kiss me.” Alec’s eyes are hooded, jaw slack as he moves closer, head tilted with the hint of a smirk.

Oh my god. Who am I?

“Keep it warm.”

I rock into my hand, imagining what will happen next. But I don’t have to wait long because my eyes pop open again as a deep, arrogant bass echoes off the walls. “There’s my dirty slut. Daddy’s here.”

“Jesus.” “No. Jace.” Reed smirks before grabbing my tit, massaging it as he stares down.

Cole. Our eyes lock, his jaw tense. He’s standing in front of me like a fucking god. Chiseled and deadly fucking sexual. His head tilts, those dark eyes burning right through me. “This is mine now.” His two fingers spread me open before he spits directly on my fucking clit. “Alec said open your legs.” I jerk them open obediently, Alec gripping my thigh as he switches places with Cole. “Your pussy’s so fucking perfect—” comes out of his mouth, strained and guttural as the men surround me. But my eyes are fixated, locked on Alec’s hard cock strangled in his hand, watching him fuck himself harder and rougher, leaning over my pussy.