Page 15 of My Secret Santa Daddies

My bare feet sink into the plush carpet beneath me, and I feel like a gift—wrapped, waiting.

For what? For whom?

The air shifts, and suddenly, I’m not alone.

I turn, and there they are.

Wyatt and Cody.

Wyatt steps into view first, his tall frame silhouetted against the soft glow of the Christmas tree. His green eyes find mine. He steps closer, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body, melting the cold air around us. My heart races as he closes the distance.

He looks down at me, taking in every inch of my skin, his lips curling into a slow, easy smile.

“You always were a gift, Sierra,” he says, his voice low and smooth. “Didn’t even know it back then.”

Cody is right behind him, his eyes sparkling with desire.

He crouches beside me, his hand brushing gently over my bare shoulder, trailing down my arm, sending a shiver through me. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice soft, almost teasing.“Wrapped up all pretty for us. You always did know how to surprise a guy.”

I should feel embarrassed. I should feel something other than this strange mix of excitement and warmth. But I don’t. Lying here under the tree, with the lights flickering above me and their eyes on me, I feel...wanted.

“Well, we must have been very good this year for such a treat,” a third voice murmurs from behind them.

Griffin steps forward from the shadows.

When he draws near, he stares at me like I’m something precious, something he’s been searching for. His hand reaches down, his fingers brushing lightly over my cheek, and I swear the warmth of his touch spreads through my entire body.

His thumb moves along my jaw to my lips, pressing on them slightly.

“I’ve missed this mouth, missed you.”

Wyatt crouches down in front of me, his eyes locking with mine as his hand brushes against my thigh, tracing up the curve of my hip, and I gasp. Cody’s hand slides underneath the hem of the sheer nightgown, teasing over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh as Griffin's thumb continues to trace the line of my bottom lip.

“Did you miss us?” Griffin asks, his voice low and husky in my ear.

I can only nod in response, because how can I say no? How can I deny it when they’re here—all of them?

The weight of their attention—of their desire—is staggering.

Heat pools between my thighs as I look from one pair of eyes to another, anticipation coiling low in my belly.

The three of them stare down at me, their eyes hungry—no,ravenous. It’s like they can’t wait to unwrap me and see what’s inside.

And, God help me, neither can I.

Griffin leans down and brushes his lips against mine, his touch is feather light, barely noticeable but it sends a trail of fire where it touches.

“Merry Christmas, Sierra,” he whispers against my lips, then he opens my mouth with his own, sliding his tongue between my lips. I moan into him. I remember how he tastes, how his mouth feels and the way he kisses.

I’m greedy for his kisses, but he withdraws.

Wyatt’s turn is next, his kiss firm and possessive, his tongue darting out to taste me, teasing me with the promise of more. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he whispers.

Then it’s Cody’s turn. His kiss is playful at first—a peck on one cheek, then the other—before he pulls back and catches my lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently before soothing it with a warm open-mouthed kiss that leaves me breathless.

He melts away from me to stand beside the others. The three of them are grinning at me like kids who’ve just been given an early Christmas gift.

And there I am, laying on the floor looking up at them as they start to peel away their clothes. I shudder, already feeling my body press itself against the edge.

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