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

by Trilina Pucci

“That’s not what you want, though. Is it? Or you wouldn’t be throwing yourself at me—”

“—I think Samantha likes to be a dirty little slut.”

“You came out here, reaching for cups, showing your ass….Fuck, Samantha, I want to take a bite.”

“I can make it hurt so good,” he groans before pulling back to look at me. “Just say please.”

“Sammy.” He tilts his head. “Use your manners, or was Cole right? Does someone need to teach them to you?”

“Look at you. Suddenly shy. I didn’t believe him when he told me.” Reed bends down, bringing his lips to my ear. “Fuck manners. You make me want to bend you over this counter and eat that pretty little ass until you’re begging me to tongue your pussy.”

“Cole told you? About last night?” Reed grins, saying, “Who?” before his mouth seals over mine.

“Fuck. Your mouth tastes just as sweet as he said.”

“Someone could wake up?” I whisper, knowing full well I’m not stopping this. “Then they can watch me fuck you.”

The idea rocks my body, making me shudder.

“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. “Your pussy’s glistening.” His eyes jump to mine. “Let’s play and see just how dirty you like it, sunshine.”

“Tell me you’re my dirty slut. Tell me how you want it.”

“Reed,” I breathe out, circling my hips as I clutch on to him. “Don’t say my name until you’re screaming it.” Oh fuck.

“That’s it, come for me like the slut you are. You let me use you on this fucking counter, wishing Cole was watching.” I moan. “Beg me to fuck you while Jace’s cock is in your mouth? Say it, pretty whore.”

“I’m going to fuck that tight pussy while Alec fucks your sweet little hole. We’re going to stretch you so fucking good you won’t be able to walk. And what will you say, sunshine?” “Thank you,” I rush out the second his hand leaves my mouth, panting as I ride out the wave. “I’ll say thank you.”

“Are you crazy? Get off. Get off. Get off.” “You already did, sunshine. Or was it anticlimactic? Because we can try again, right now—”

“Aw, sunshine. I thought you liked an audience?”

“Don’t be shy, now.”

“How was your morning? Wanna share with the class?”

“You look cute in Alec’s shirt. You should wake him up so he can see.”

“I wouldn’t want to bother him. Late night and all,” I say quietly back.

“You’re sweet,” Jace offers, pulling away. “But I don’t think Alec would mind a wake-up call from you.”

“Get Cole up too. Three’s a crowd, four’s a party.”

“Whoa, feisty.” He grins, holding up his hands as I close the door behind us. “What happened to ‘thank you’ and ‘make me come, Reed’? I’m feeling very underappreciated.”

I wave toward his crotch and the wet spot. “Seeing what? Your juices?” “Oh my god,” I bark. But he comes back quicker. “How about cream?” “I’ll kill you.” “Then what, sunshine? The evidence you like to be my pretty whore?”

“You don’t want anyone thinking that you’re into what? Let me finish that sentence for you.” He traces the dip at the bottom of my throat as he speaks. “You’re into filthy shit you don’t tell anyone about? Am I close? Don’t lie.” He drags his finger up my throat, lifting my chin as he skates over it, grabbing my bottom lip. “Newsflash, I like the things you like.”

“You like to fantasize about sharing?”

“Say what’s written all over your gorgeous face.” “Have you ever?”

“Ever what? Use your words, sunshine.”

“Have you ever shared someone? In real life?” “Yes, Samantha. We have.” We? He said we. This isn’t a drill. Holy fuck. Reed pulls back as warmth spreads over my body. He tilts his head. “Do you want me to tell you how we do it?” “Yes,” I say immediately. Oof, Samantha, the brazen hussy, has been unleashed. But I’m cut off with words that still my whole body. “Or would you prefer us to show you?”

“Don’t look so surprised. We’ve been testing the waters and flirting with you for some time. Leaving breadcrumbs for you to follow. Then Mother Nature provided a window of opportunity. We’re all here. Snowed in. With nothing to do but each other. So here I am, asking the question.”

“So when Cole said, game on last night…he meant fucking me was the game.” “Only if you want to play.”

“Such a brat. I hope Cole gets to turn that ass red.”

“Consider this your formal offer, Samantha. If you don’t want to accept, we’ll never touch you. And if you never want to see us again, we’ll replace ourselves in your book with equally enthusiastic clients. But if you want this—one weekend, no strings attached—it’ll always be our secret. Make no mistake, you are our biggest wish, so no you will make for a very blue Christmas.”

“And if I do…want to be your present?” “Then come out unwrapped”—his hand drops, fingers ducking under my shirt running through the hairs of my pussy—“just like this. In this T-shirt. And kiss me under the mistletoe. Then be ready because, sunshine, we really want a toy we can play with.”

Reed hooks his fingers around the waistband of his sweats, tugging them off. Exposing his bare ass. “Oh my god,” I say, laughing. He tosses them to me, grabbing his junk to cover it as he opens the door. “Wait, you’re going out there naked?” “Don’t worry about it. They’ve seen my ass plenty.”

reed

Fuck. I have a feeling watching them tear her apart will cause me to blow my load before I’m even buried inside her pussy.

“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.”

“Exactly. But if we do this, we’re breaking our one-night rule. Everyone good with that?”

“How will we know when she says yes? You always make them do something to seal the deal,” Alec muses. I bite my bottom lip before I speak. “I told her to meet me in the living room, in your fucking shirt, nothing underneath, and kiss me under the mistletoe.”

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.

…And is this just a “focus on me” thing, or will swords cross?

Milk, eggs, lube. Because is it going in my ass? Or is this more of a tag you’re in kind of situation? Why am I such a nerd?

If they want this body, then they’ll have to play by my rules first.

“Reed, the lady said to sit. I suggest you do as she requested.”

“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.”

“I think we can all agree that I’m not cool….” Fuck. Why did I write that? I look up, scrambling my words, “I mean, I’m cool as in personality. What I meant was I’m not seasoned at this stuff like you whores.”

“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.”

“How am I not getting pregnant? Or getting, like…herpes?”