Tangled in Tinsel (a holidates series)
Tangled in Tinsel: Part 2 – Epilogue

“Dinner,” I call out, bending over to open the oven.

The smell of my homemade lasagna wafts through the air, putting a smile on my face. Because it’s their favorite, and since we’re back at the cabin for some pre-Christmas fun, I figured I’d pull out all the stops.

My brows furrow because I don’t hear the heavy footsteps I usually hear when I mention food or sex. I’m just about to turn around and yell for them again when music starts to play over the surround sound. And not just any music. It’s that damn Chipmunk song.

I scream-laugh, covering my face with my oven mitt as I turn around.

“I am not stripping to this again, you weirdos.”

But my mouth shuts. Because my eyes almost pop out of my head.

Standing in the middle of the room are Jace, Reed, Alec, and Cole—wearing only boxer briefs and Santa hats. All of their delicious muscles are on display, beckoning for my tongue.

This never gets old. Ever.

They start dancing around, calling me to join them. So I do. Because why wouldn’t I? This year’s been unexpected. We’ve faced down side-eyes, angry fathers—mine—and curious questions. But at the end of the day, when the lights go out, it was always us. And that’s all that matters.

I take off my apron, leaving me topless and in only my underwear as I saunter out into the room, lifting my arms to join their impromptu dance party.

Jace sweeps me up into his embrace, kissing my cheek before putting me down so Reed can sandwich me. Our bodies move like lovers, swaying and grinding. Cole tips my chin up, making me lean sideways as he kisses me.

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

I straighten, biting my lip, wrapping my hand around Reed’s neck, who’s behind me. Jace dives down, taking my nipple in his mouth as I look over at Alec.

I love you, he mouths, taking a seat in a chair, legs open as he rubs his cock.

“I love you,” I breathe out to all my guys as lips touch my neck, and someone puts their hand down the front of my underwear.

Who knew a year ago I would make a naughty deal for the weekend and replace four loves of my life?

But that’s what happened. And if that isn’t a Christmas miracle, I don’t know what is.