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

by Trilina Pucci

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

Jace feels like a hug. One you want to squeeze you tight, so you can dry hump his leg.

“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.

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.

“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.

Oh fuck. I’ve fallen into Reed’s dick sand,

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

But this is that meme with all the hot dogs flying at your face.”

And sneak me dick pics!”

“Why are you torturing us? Just say yes already. I know you’re going to. I want. Gimme.”

“Did I die? Because this looks a lot like heaven,”

“Falalala fuck me in the ass.”

call me Oliver Twist because please sir, can I have some more.

Just like when I was in high school and thought the song “Pony” by Ginuwine was about riding horses. It’s not, which was sad, because I love horses. Although thank god, because the way I would sweat when that song came on the radio made me think I was going to need therapy. A lot of it.

Ded.

I mean, I’m standing here in my birthday suit, and yet I’ve never wanted to hug someone more. But after that hug, I’d like to drop to my knees and deep throat his dee-yuck.

Fucking ded like wanderlust

To be fucked by four dudes. Check. Check. Check. And motherfucking check. Who’s that bitch? I’m that bitch.

You’re a Ho Ho Ho. Merry Christmas to ya filthy pussy.

“Die Hard…Christmas movie? Yay or nay.”

I wish I could say something cute and dainty like butterflies swarmed in my stomach, but this feels more like my heart is about to drop out of my ass.