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.”

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

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

Alec draws my face back to his with a finger under my chin. “You’re not going anywhere, gorgeous. I refuse to be an accessory to your death.” I’m shaking my head, but he grins as his finger drops.

I can’t stay here with these four guys…for god knows how long. I don’t have a toothbrush. Or pajamas. Oh my god, what if I have to poop?

“Elle, there are four bedrooms and five people.” Oh god. Why is this happening to me? My sister chuckles because she’s a witch. “Guess who’s sluttin’ it up with four hot guys tonight?”

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

“If you’re worried about professionalism, then stop. You’re not on the clock anymore, Samantha. And if you haven’t noticed, time stopped existing a few hours back. We have days here, maybe a week, so says the county. They’re tentatively planning to clear the roads on Monday. So we might as well enjoy ourselves for the weekend. It’s not as if we’re not stocked for all the fun to be had.”

“But now they’ll be on their best behavior. Unless you request differently.” “So all the fun’s up to me, huh?”

It’s the kind of eye contact that doesn’t waver. The kind that makes you nervous. And the kind that leaves you believing this man can fuck.

“I think everyone appreciates the beauty within this room.”

“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.

For fuck’s sake. Well, I guess we’re all going to get food poisoning. Because there’s no way I’ll be able to focus enough to make it through dinner without salmonella and E. coli gang-banging this party.

“See, this is why I’m going to bed. It’s time for you boys to let loose and do whatever it is you do.”

“Boys? Can you believe the nerve of this woman?” Alec chuckles. “I can, but I suppose we just need to remind her that we’re all grown men here.”

“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.”

“This might be unprofessional”—now we’re worried about this?—“but I enjoyed getting to know you tonight. All the guys did. You should let your hair down more often.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you were nice to me. Wouldn’t want you off the naughty list.”

“I can be nice, Samantha. You just have to earn it.” My lips part as I suck in a soft gasp. “Waterfalls or showerhead, sweetheart?” Oh, that look. Cole knows exactly what he’s asking. And I’m going to follow him right to where he’s leading. “Showerhead,”

“Tell me I’m a good girl, Cole. Say it,” I moan, too loudly, picturing how he mouthed it earlier tonight before dinner. That’s all I need. I come. Hard. Jaw snapped shut, eyes squeezed close. I’m greedy, chasing all the pleasure my body has to give, thrusting forward as all my muscles stay tensed. I can barely hold myself up as I jerk, unable to handle it anymore. The showerhead drops,

dry myself with a small amount of dry section before wrapping it around me and opening the door. The moment I do, I freeze. Because sitting on my bed is Cole. The Cole who wasn’t supposed to be here anymore. The Cole who left me all hot and bothered. The fucking Cole I just moaned to call me a good girl.

“What are you still doing here?”

He glances at the towel on his knee. “You needed a new one.”

“Thank you?” “Now you remember your manners?”

“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.”

He heard.

“Too chicken? Then let’s start with something easier. How about you answer my question.” Oh. Shit. He’s talking about when he said, “Boyfriend?”

“I did answer.”

“That’s one, Samantha. If I get to the three, this fucking towel comes with me. Now, answer my question.”

“I did answer. You just don’t like what I said.”

“Two,”

“Oh, come on,” I snark, throwing my arms up, daring him. “Sometimes, you just have to take the L, Cole.” “Three.”

“Okay, okay. The answer’s no. No boyfriend. Happy?”

“But you’re still a client, and I think we’ve had a lot to drink. And these are weird circumstances. Maybe we should just go to bed and forget this ever happened—”

“You’re fired,” he growls, cutting me off before his mouth slams over mine.

“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 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.”

“Tonight, you only moan my name. You understand me?”

“Wait,” I rush out. “You’re not staying?” Cole looks over his shoulder and smirks. “Not tonight, but Samantha…this means game fucking on.”

cole

The door closes behind me with a click as I reach down and adjust my cock. Fuck. I was so close to pinning Samantha on the bed and eating her pussy until she begged me to let her come.

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.

But now…between Mother Nature, all the fucking flirting, then hearing her moan my goddamn name, I’m done waiting. I want her naked in this fucking living room, spread wide for me to lick and fuck as I please.

Rule number one: Never cross a line with a girl until you know she’s on board. It muddies the waters.

“Yes, you fucking baby. I crossed a line. I kissed her. So what?” “Oh, come on. We’re fucked now,” Reed groans

I can’t help the grin on my face. “She was moaning my name in the shower—”

Feminism…who’s she?

But as I reach up to open the cabinet, I’m instantly reminded that I’m wearing a T-shirt and no underwear. Because it brushes the very top of my thigh as the air hits places it shouldn’t. My hands shoot back down, and I lock eyes with Reed. He’s smirking.

“Stop harassing me,” I cut. “You’re harassing me,” he counters just as quickly. “How am I harassing you? I just came out here for coffee.” He scoffs, “In only a T-shirt. I can’t be held accountable for my actions.” I roll my eyes, pushing his chest, moving him back a small step. “Oh my god. Be a grown-up, Reed. Have some self-control.”