Page 46 of An Undisputed Christmas
The warmth of the cabin hit us like a blessing as we stumbled through the door, all of us soaked and breathless from our steamy winter adventures.
We collectively sighed once met by the warm air, creating an ethereal haze that made everything feel dreamlike.
We were quite the sight—six adults in various states of undress, snow melting in our hair and dripping from our skin.
We guys had given up our Santa pants to cover the girls, leaving us in nothing but boxers while they clutched the oversized red velvet to their chests like makeshift overalls.
"Holy shit, it's warm in here," I breathed, yanking off my ski mask and running a hand through my damp hair. The sudden absence of the fabric felt strange after wearing it for so long.
My angel, of course, looked absolutely stunning despite being soaked to the bone.
She'd managed to tie one of her silver ribbons around her waist and across her chest, cinching my Santa pants in a way that made them look like designer loungewear. The red velvet contrasted beautifully with her white lingerie underneath and her flushed skin.
"How did you make those look good?" Sierra asked with a laugh, holding Connor's pants up to her chin while shivering slightly. "I look like I'm drowning in fabric."
"It's all about the accessories," Isla replied with a grin, striking a playful pose that made me want to kiss her senseless.
The girls were giggling as they looked at each other, that knowing female intuition telling them exactly what we'd all been up to outside.
Their hair was mussed, cheeks flushed, and there was a satisfied glow about all of them that made my chest swell with pride.
We definitely gave them a Christmas they'll never forget.
"So," Estelle said, raising an eyebrow as she took in our ski masks and shirtless appearances, "are you going to explain the whole sexy mask thing you had going on out there?"
"Sexy Santas," I corrected with a grin, tossing my mask onto the nearest chair. "We were being festive."
"Festive," Connor repeated dryly, but amusement danced in his dark eyes.
"Did you bring us presents?" Sierra asked with mock innocence, though the sparkle in her eyes suggested she already knew the answer.
"Obviously," Jax replied, pulling his own mask off to reveal that satisfied smirk I knew so well. "Though some of the wrapping might have gotten a little... damaged in delivery."
The girls burst into another round of giggles at that, exchanging looks.
"Can we see them?" Isla asked sweetly, batting her eyelashes in a way that made my cock twitch despite having just thoroughly fucked her outside.
"Later," I said firmly, scooping her up in my arms before she could protest. "First, we're getting you warmed up and properly dressed. Can't have our presents catching pneumonia."
She protested, but she was smiling as she wound her arms around my neck. "I'm perfectly fine."
"You're soaked and shivering," I pointed out, already heading for the stairs. "Shower first, then presents."
Connor was doing the same with Sierra, the big man cradling her while she giggled and half-heartedly complained about being manhandled. Jax had Estelle thrown over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, her laughter echoing through the cabin as she playfully beat at his back.
"This is kidnapping!" she called out between giggles.
"This is Christmas care," he replied cheerfully. "Completely different thing."
I loved our chaotic little family.
As we reached the upstairs landing, I could feel Isla relaxing in my arms, the adrenaline from our outdoor adventure finally wearing off.
She was indeed shivering slightly, her skin cool to the touch despite the heat we'd generated earlier.
“Warmth?” she asked hopefully as I carried her toward our room.
"Definitely," I promised, pushing open the door with my shoulder. "Hot water, warm towels, and me washing every inch of you until you're properly thawed."
