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.”

In my defense, this man is hot. Six foot four and not an inch shorter. His shoulders are so broad that it’s a foregone conclusion that he played professional football. And that jawline. It makes Superman look soft. Sorry, Henry Cavill, Alec’s a better version.

That’s Reed. He’s the blond one. But like the only blond guy you’d actually fuck.

he feels severe. That’s the only way to describe it, like a character out of Peaky Blinders. Every crease is sharp and measured, created to make women breathless and men shrink.

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

“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.”

“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.”

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

“Wanna let us tangle you up in some tinsel?”

we love you. Forever.” “And always,”