Tangled Bonus 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’s always us. And that’s all that matters. 

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

Jace sweeps me 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, making me lean sideways as he kisses me.  

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

I straighten, biting my lip and 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.  

This. Us.  

We’ve become a language that only we understand, and it’s wild and free. But mostly perfect. 

A gasp leaves my lips at the feel of the sweet, delicious friction against my clit as Reed’s fingers massage in slow torturous circles. My hips press forward, wanting more, but Reed keeps his pace.  

“Uh-uh, sunshine. You get more when I say.” 

“Tease,” I breathe out haughtily. He chuckles as Jace’s hands come to my waist, holding me still while switching to kiss my other breast.  

God, they’re too good at this.  

A quiet moan escapes my lips, my back jutting my tits out as I lay my head against Reed’s muscular chest.  

“Like putty in our hands,” Jace rasps, letting go of my nipple with a pop.  

Fuck. 

My head is turned sideways again as Cole’s lips meet mine. Jesus. I’m sandwiched between the three of them, not knowing where I begin and they end.  

Cole’s tongue marries mine as Reed keeps circling and rubbing me into an undulating mess. I’m already whimpering, rocking my hips, but Jace’s hands tighten, forcing me still again as he runs one of those hands up my stomach, between my breasts, and right around my throat.  

My chin lifts, lips pulling from Cole as the ghost of a smile plays on my lips. Jace knows exactly what he’s doing with that hand and the small amount of pressure he’s giving. He’s stealing my attention and me straight from Cole.  

I love when they fight over me in this way.  

They only do it when we’re fucking. Probably because they turn into animals, reduced to their basest instincts. Like a pack of wild dogs ready to pounce.  

You won’t catch me complaining. Ever.  

Jace’s eyes hold mine for a split second before dropping to my mouth. He draws his bottom lip between his teeth, letting it drag out slowly. 

“Cutie, we planned something special for you tonight.” 

I grin, answering breathlessly while trying to concentrate, but Reed’s talented fingers are making that difficult.  

“More than Magic Mike—Santa edition?” 

He smirks, but my breath cuts off for a split second, making my pussy throb before he winks and softens his grip. Fuck. More, please. 

Reed’s chest vibrates with his groan because I just soaked his fingers and my underwear. 

As if Jace knows, he leans forward and taps the tip of my nose. 

“Now you’ve done it. We’re gonna make you work for it tonight.” 

I bite my lip, holding back my moan because right on cue, Reed’s fingers glide over and through my pussy, making my chest begin to rise and fall faster. He’s suddenly everywhere, spreading my desire over my clit as if I set a match to a flame. His hand presses against my stomach, forcing me back against his front and pulling me flush.  

Jesus, I can feel Reed’s dick pressed to my back as he hovers over me, the warmth of his breath against my hair as he starts playing with me for as much my pleasure as his own.  

My eyes lift over Cole’s shoulder to Alec, who runs his hand up his chest and back down over the ridges of his abs as he watches hungrily.  

God, I want him.  

When Alec looks at me like that—as if I’m the embodiment of every fantasy, it’s a high I can’t describe.  

The energy is crackling in the room. We feel combustible.  

“Ask for his fingers, gorgeous. Beg for them,” Alec rasps. 

Fuck. My guys are on another level tonight.  

“I want your fingers, Reed.” 

He hums, and Cole shakes his head. 

“You forgot to say please.” 

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, barely able to speak as I squirm, need taking over.  

I reach for Jace as my stomach contracts, but he grabs my wrist, holding me hostage.  

“Sorry won’t cut it, cutie.” 

Oh, fuck.  

This Christmas is about to get four-X-rated. Just hand me a spare key to hell. We aren’t coming back.  

“Cole,” I breathe out, begging, but Reed clicks his tongue behind his teeth. His voice is low and sexy in that just-woke-up kind of gravel that guys have. Except Reed always has it.  

“You, sunshine, have been a very bad girl. You made a mess all over my fingers. Forgot to ask nicely and decided to be a smart-ass at the start. So now I think we should teach you some manners. But don’t worry, tonight I’m going to make you come all over my dick. Then I’m going to feed it down your throat so you can taste my cum with yours.” His hand comes to cover my breast, kneading it hard as he slips two fingers in and out of my tight hole. “And you’ll drink every fucking drop like the pretty slut you are.” 

“Oh my fucking god.”  

My body already wants to go slack. To let them just have their way. I am putty in their hands. I try and pull wrists from Jace’s hands because the need to touch him is overwhelming, but it’s no use. So I twist my head, parting my lips toward Cole, desperate for him to kiss me, but he stays only inches away.  

I hate them. “Please don’t stop,” I mewl.  

Reed fucks me faster and faster, his palm rubbing over my clit. There’s something so filthy about him doing this inside my underwear while everyone watches. Like I’m a dirty whore, his filthy little slut.  

Oh fuck. My hands ball into fists, still held in front of me, but I don’t care because my body is on fire. I can’t take it anymore. I want to come. So I rock my hips forward, whimpers and mewls gathering as I’m suspended between them, on display and at their mercy.  

Cole hums, his hand retrieving his hard cock. My body shivers as he spits into his hand before slowly dragging it down his shaft, looking at me with predatory hunger.  

“No. Me. Fuck me,” I pant, but Reed doesn’t relent, so I amp up my tempting, “Fuck my ass, come all over it. I’ll let you lick it off me while I suck Jace off. He can deep-throat me, so I choke on his dick. Please. I’ll let Alec and Reed fuck my pussy together. Oh god, please.”  

My body is building, and the tightness in my stomach begins to gather like a goddamn storm, but everything I’m feeling bottoms out as Reed jerks his hand from my panties, Jace releases me, and I’m spun around.  

The grip on my chin forces my eyes to Reed as he puts the fingers that were just inside me in his mouth, drawing them out slowly, savoring my taste.  

“You wanna be Daddy’s dirty slut?” He smears the leftover over my lips. “Then you’ll earn it.” 

His mouth crashes over mine, his tongue swiping over like he wants what he gave me back. Fuck.  

Reed drops my chin, stepping back as my chest heaves. Cole’s hand skates up my arm, his fingers weaving through the strands of my hair at my nape. He steps in front of me, staring down with that look—the one where he’s so drunk with power that every atom in my body wants to obey him. Or disobey… on purpose. 

The way he pulls my head back, taut, keeping his eyes on me, makes me almost giddy. Because yep. Wreck me, Cole. Make me the unofficial fourth member of Destiny’s Child singing “Survivor” because you murdered my pussy.  

“Princess,” he delivers low and deadly as he leans down and licks my fucking lip. He closes his eyes for a delicious moment before they bore into me again.  

“Bad manners deserve a spanking. Is that what you need? So that you can remember them again, baby.” 

I’m nodding, but he keeps going as his thumb drags over my bottom lip.  

“I will light that pretty little ass up until your cunt drips down your fucking leg…” Everything pulses, especially my clit. “Now say yes, and I’ll let Alec clean it up?” 

“Yes,” releases out in a whoosh.   

But his jaw tightens, as does his grip on my hair.  

“Yes. What?” he growls. 

I blink, my whole body erupting in goose bumps.  

I feel Jace hook his thumbs around the fabric of my panties before they’re slipped down my thighs, and I instinctively step out, adding, “Yes, please.”   

The hold on my hair goes slack, and Cole steps back, leaving me in the center of the three of them as Alec watches. The room is silent, only our collective breath disrupting the tension. Alec pats his thigh, catching my attention.  

He’s calling me to him, telling me where to drape my body so Cole can punish me. My thighs squeeze together, and instinctively, my hand darts down to touch myself because I just need relief.  

But Jace darts out, grabbing my pussy, fingers gripped around the soft patch of hair. 

“That’s mine. And Reed’s… Cole’s, and Alec’s. If you want to use something that belongs to us, you have to ask permission. And you don’t have that. Do you, cutie?” 

I swallow slowly, shaking my head and moving my hand away. My eyes close as he rubs gently, whispering, “I’ll make it feel so good, baby. Just trust us.” 

He knows I do, so I don’t answer as I reopen my eyes slowly, locking with Alec’s. The smirk on his face is dangerous.  

“Come,” he says with a sexy gravel, patting his thick muscular thigh again. 

But as I take a step on legs that already feel like Jell-O, Cole shakes his head, his eyes ticking down to the floor.  

“On your knees, Samantha… Don’t you want to crawl to him, baby?” 

I suck in a breath, a shiver setting through me. Because yes. Yes, I fucking do.  

Reed and Jace each take a hand, kissing the tops before helping me down.  

“Look at me,” Cole adds, forcing me to look up toward the ceiling at him. He squats, cradling my face, kissing me softly before his words vibrate against my lips.  

“Good. Girl.” 

I barely blink, eyes already rolling back, feeling the beginning of the build between my legs as I squeeze my thighs together before I fucking crawl.   

The floor presses back against my palm as one hand lands in front of the other, bringing me closer and closer to Alec’s arrogant smirk. This should feel shameful, being made to crawl. But it’s the opposite. I know my men are watching my every move, watching my ass sway behind me. Thinking of all the ways they will violate me. I can hear briefs coming off and breaths turning harsh as I crawl like a panther, mouth watering at the thought of being bent over Alec’s knee.  

I run my hands up Alec’s shins and over his thighs, raising my body, eyes locked on his. 

Jesus. I’m panting. They’ve made me feral.  

He leans forward, gripping me under my arms before hauling me over his lap so that I’m laid sideways over him, ass in the air.  

“Alec,” I breathe out, voice thick with desire.  

“Shh,” he soothes, running his fingers up my spine, “I’ve got you. If it’s too much, you just say stop and nobody will fucking touch you, gorgeous.” 

My hair is swiped over my shoulder and used to lift my face. 

“Open your mouth,” Jace directs. “Get it wet for me.” 

His cock pushes past my lips into my warm mouth, so I tilt my head, trying to take it all in before he lets go, robbing me of him.  

I can feel Cole’s hand brush over my ass and between my cheeks. He doesn’t have any boundaries with my body. None of them do. They kiss, lick, and mark anywhere they like, and it’s fucking hot. 

Cole’s teasing me, rubbing my ass cheeks in slow motions, priming me, edging me. My mouth opens again, and Jace rewards me with his bulging cock, pumping into my mouth a few times before pulling out again.  

Goddamn.  

I feel Cole’s fingers rimming my pussy, so I lift my ass, hearing Reed groan and the distinct sound of him jerking off. I can’t take this—my entire body is squirming, and I’m so fucking ready to come I might explode. Alec presses his cock into my stomach, grinding as Jace shoves his dick in my mouth again.  

Oh fuck. Yes.  

Cole’s finger dips inside, gliding in and out, in and out, as the sloppy sounds of my lust fill the room.  

My mouth is full, throat gagged, hair gripped as Jace fucks my face. Tears prick at my eyes as he takes what he wants. He’s merciless, and all I can picture is how his ass indents with each thrust as he fucks my face with deep, shuddered grinds. I gag again, still trying to hollow my cheeks. 

“Yeah, baby. You gonna remember to say please next time?” 

I can only whine in response.  

Cole shoves three fingers in my pussy, fucking me hard and fast as his thumb rubs over my asshole—Oh god. Oh god.—as he growls. 

“That’s not a fucking answer.” 

“My turn,” Reed thunders, taking control of my hair, forcing Jace’s cock to pop from my mouth. “Gimme.” 

His dick thrusts inside, hitting the back, but I swallow him down, letting him fuck my throat and rob me of air.  

He strains, holding us still, pulling my hair so hard it hurts, until he draws out, allowing me to take a breath. But that’s when Cole’s hand lands squarely on my ass. My whole body contracts because the sting spreads over my skin. My legs shake as my pussy gushes around Cole’s fingers—he hasn’t stopped finger-fucking me. Alec’s arms lie over my back, anchoring me to him as he rubs himself on my stomach. Oh god, he’s dry fucking me as I’m being spanked and finger-fucked by Cole, and Reed and Jace are trading off for my mouth.  

“What do you say, Samantha,” Cole grinds. 

“Please.” 

“Wrong.” 

Another slap to my ass, and the guys become even wilder. Alec’s grip on me is going to leave a mark, and I’m clawing the arm of the chair because Reed and Jace are both in my mouth.  

They’re fucking my mouth, trying to fill it as spit gathers as they take turns rubbing the ridges of my roof.  

“Oh fuck. That’s it, you fucking whore. Suck us both. Swallow that cum, sunshine.” 

Cole’s hand lands on my ass, again and again, fucking me harder and harder. I’m screaming around Reed’s and Jace’s cocks as Alec reaches between us and jerks himself off, ready to come all over my stomach. And all the while, Cole is chanting, “What do you say, Samantha. What the fuck do you say,” as sweet blow after blow smarts my ass.  

Their dicks draw from my mouth as spit hits my jaw, but it doesn’t matter because I know what I’m supposed to say.  

“Thank you,” I exhale, “I say thank you.” 

“That’s our—Good. Fucking. Girl,” Cole bellows before lifting me to stand. He throws me over his shoulder as the others fall in, and I’m carried to the bedroom.  

“Now you get to come, baby” is all I hear before I’m tossed onto the bed, my ankles gripped as I’m dragged down toward the middle and spun around so I’m sideways.  

A squeal leaves my lips, but they’re ignoring me, eyes on the prize as I’m sandwiched between Cole and Reed. Jace stands at the side of the bed, waiting for my mouth as Cole’s lips find my ear.  

“Where do you want us, princess—together or alone?” 

He means do I want them in my pussy at the same time. I do. But not before he takes my ass. So I answer by pushing my ass back into him. My head lolls back, my mouth opening as Jace cradles my face, slowly pushing into my mouth.  

Alec’s voice comes from the end of the bed, but I can’t see him because Jace is occupying my face.  

“Gorgeous, I have something for you. I know you’re nervous about having us fucked that sweet pussy at the same time. You might talk a big game, but I’m going to help you back it up.”  

I would smile, but Jace has his dick down my throat. Alec directs his words at Reed. “Use it on her until she can’t take anymore. Until she squirts, then we can fuck her into heaven.” 

Just those words almost throw me over. Plus, knowing that he’s stroking himself, ready to come on my tits when it’s time, makes me needy. Reed grabs my thigh, hooking it over his hip as cool liquid immediately turns warm on my asshole, making me shiver. Cole pushes a finger inside my ass, spreading the lube all around, playing and toying with me as Reed does the same to my pussy.  

“Fuck, I want to see you squirt, see you all over my cock tonight,” Reed groans as his hand leaves me, and a quiet vibration flutters over my leg. Reed runs the vibrator up toward my ass before bringing it under to my pussy.  

“I want you,” I breathe out, pulling away from Jace.  

“And you’ll get me, sunshine. This one sucks on your clit.” 

The moment it attaches, my body bucks, and Reed and Cole thrust inside my ass and pussy.  

“Oh god,” rips from my body.  

The constant sucking, the pulse on my clit, is unrelenting.  

“That’s it, gorgeous,” Alec praises. “You’re so beautiful. Every hole filled and fucked.” 

I can barely hollow out my cheeks as I begin sucking Jace off again because I’ve never felt anything so powerful. Reed is fucking me without mercy, pounding into my pussy, stretching it for his cock. And Cole’s gripping my shoulders, ramming into me with his thick shaft, filling my ass as his body smacks into mine.  

Jace grinds into my mouth, his words heavy and deep.  

“I’m almost there, cutie. Suck it. That’s it. Suck my cock. Let me fuck that throat. Oh fuck. Yes. I’m gonna fill your goddamn mouth with cum. Oh fuck. Oh fuck—” 

Jace grabs my face, pressing his dick deep to the back of my throat as warm cum spurts. My body explodes.  

But Reed doesn’t stop. He jackhammers my pussy as I shake, slapping his chest because I’m coming harder than I ever have. 

I feel Cole grips my ass before he growls, “You fucking take it,” before he bites my shoulder, coming inside of me. But I’m still exploding. My eyes roll back, and I gasp for air. 

Cole pulls out with a groan, and my screams turn into an unintelligible string of moans. How is this possible? It’s like it won’t stop. It just keeps coming. I’m crying, tears rolling down my eyes because I want it to stop and never end.  

I feel the bed dip as Alec comes in behind me, caressing my body, bringing himself flush with my back.  

He whispers in my ear, and it feels as if we’re in our own bubble.  

“Let us take you somewhere you’ve never been.” 

Reed’s voice cuts in, “I told you I’d make you feel so good. You’re a perfect little whore. Let us fuck you like one.” 

I almost lose consciousness because both men, two rock-hard cocks, press inside my pussy. One at a time. Slowly, achingly stretching me beyond measure. But it’s not pain I feel. It’s need.  

Their labored breaths are all I hear as they begin to thrust faster and faster, building, filling me. 

“Oh fuck. You’re perfect, baby,” Alec moans as Reed’s words grind out through his teeth. “Yes, take it, you perfect fucking slut. Gimme that pussy.” 

I feel Cole’s hands running up my legs as Jace brushes over my hair. Wet lips press against the back of my neck as Alec holds me tighter. And Reed’s mouth finds mine, tongues tangling before he kisses my cheeks and jaw. God, we’re so connected—each of us, to all of us.  

This is worship. I’m being worshipped. 

“Oh god. I… I… I—” 

We come. Together. As I scream yes, loud enough for the entire mountain to hear, I feel Alec slip out, the rest of his cum spurting out onto my inner thigh. But I can’t move, not even when Reed pulls out and Alec drags his fingers through his cum, pushing it back inside me.  

Alec’s lips find my ears. “I want this pussy greedy for us. You don’t let a drop out, gorgeous.”  

I don’t know how long the descent is from heaven, but when I open my eyes, my men have pulled out, and they’re lying around me, eyes fixed on my face. I blink, seeing Reed half-hard, glistening with his, Alec’s, and my cum, so I push myself up and bend over, taking his sensitive cock in my mouth.  

“Oh fuck.” He shudders. “Marry me.” 

I let him fall from my lips as I lick the bottom one, reminding him of the promise he made.  

“You said you’d make me taste our cum. A promise is a promise.” 

He smirks, still panting. But my face shifts around, smiling at each of them. 

“Who’s taking her to Vegas? Because I call dibs,” Reed teases, reaching out to ghost a finger over my nipple. 

“The fuck you do,” Cole growls, “I got punched in the eye once for dibs… To call her yours would cost you an arm—” 

“And a leg,” Jace adds. 

Alec takes my chin between his fingers, turning my happy face to his as he speaks.  

“Hey, we love you. Forever.” 

“And always,” I answer back as he sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me toward the bathroom.  

Jace opens the bathroom door, grinning as Reed cracks his neck, following behind us. But it’s Cole who gets my eyes as my feet touch the floor in front of the shower.  

Because he reaches inside, turning on the water and winking at me as he says, “For old time’s sake?” and pulls the showerhead down.  

This is my life. And it feels like a dream. But if it is, I hope I never wake up because the moment I step inside, surrounded by my men, the last thing I hear is, “Good girl.”