Page 36 of An Undisputed Christmas
Every piece was positioned to enhance rather than cover, creating an effect that was both festive and utterly seductive.
Estelle had gold ribbons winding around her body, finishing with perfect bows that looked like they belonged in a high-end boutique window.
Sierra's black ensemble was offset by red ribbons—classic Christmas colors that made her look like a present worth unwrapping very, very slowly.
"We look silly,” Sierra announced, catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror.
"We look amazing," I corrected, admiring our handiwork. "Like the world's most tempting Christmas presents."
"The guys are going to lose their minds," Estelle added with an excited grin.
We positioned ourselves by the window that overlooked the driveway, wrapped in robes to keep warm while we waited. The snow was falling more heavily now, creating a perfect winter wonderland backdrop for our surprise.
"There!" Sierra pointed excitedly as headlights appeared in the distance. "They're coming back!"
My heart hammered against my ribs as we watched the SUV pull into the circular drive. This was it—the moment we'd been planning all day.
We grabbed our fluffy Santa hats, the perfect finishing touches to our barely-there ensembles, and crept toward the back door like conspirators in the night.
The plan was simple: sneak around to the front of the cabin, ring the doorbell like we were special delivery Christmas presents, and watch our guys' jaws drop when they realized what we'd wrapped ourselves in.
But the moment we stepped outside, the cold hit like a physical slap.
The air was so frigid it seemed to steal the breath from my lungs, and I could feel goosebumps erupting across every inch of exposed skin, which, given our current state of undress, was considerable.
"Holy sugar cookies," Sierra gasped, her teeth already chattering as snow crunched beneath our boots. "It's freezing!"
"No backing out now," Estelle whispered, though her voice shook almost as much as her body. "We committed to this stupid plan."
The three of us huddled together as we made our way around the side of the cabin, our bare legs burning with cold, ribbons fluttering in the icy breeze.
Christmas lights twinkled overhead, casting everything in a glow that contrasted sharply with the arctic temperature, trying to turn us into popsicles.
Despite the cold, we couldn't stop giggling—partly from nerves, partly from the sheer absurdity of what we were doing.
Here we were, three grown women sneaking around a mountain cabin in lingerie and Santa hats, about to surprise our lovers like we were living Christmas dreams.
"They're going to die," I whispered as we approached the corner that would take us to the front of the cabin. "Absolutely die."
"Worth freezing our?—”
Estelle’s words cut off abruptly as we rounded the corner and stepped into view of the side of the cabin.
We all froze.
Standing there in the shadows, silhouetted against the darker side of the cabin where the Christmas lights didn't quite reach, were three massive figures.
Three shirtless, impossibly muscled figures wearing red velvet Santa pants and matching hats.
…With black ski masks that covered everything but their eyes.
For a heartbeat that felt like eternity, nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
We just stared at each other across the snow-covered yard—three nearly naked women adorned with ribbons and bows, facing three half-naked masked men who looked like they'd stepped out of someone's darkest Christmas fantasy.
The guys were huge. I'd always known that, of course, but seeing them bare-chested, muscles gleaming with snowflakes in the glow, faces hidden behind those predatory masks, made them seem even more imposing. More dangerous. More... feral.
But it was their eyes that terrified us—visible through the ski masks, dark and intense and fixed on us with an expression that was equal parts shock, desire, and something much more primal.
