Page 2 of Her Brothers' Best Friends

“Agreed.”

“I’ll have to disguise myself as someone else; makeup can totally change the way I look. But I need a reason to get into their house.”

“You could be Ms. Claus delivering their presents,” Andrea said lightly as a joke.

“Yes, that’s it,” Lindsay said, shaking her best friend by the shoulders. “I saw this ad online for exactly that. Okay, it was for a sexy Ms. Claus and completely different from just delivering presents, but that’s perfect.”

Lindsay let her mind run free. A few days ago, she came across an ad on how to be a Sexy Ms. Claus from a company called Santa Triple X, and there was a branch right in town. They supplied everything, from the outfits to thetoys.And some girls worked at Santa Triple X and could be hired as well. She had to be one of those girls.

After a little brainstorming, a call from Andrea to her brothers’ best friends, a trip into town to Santa Triple X, and then a costume store for Andrea’s chauffeur suit, they were all set.

They had no clue how it all was going to turn out, but they covered their bases, and even Lindsay, after a while, had to admit their plans were foolproof.

If she had a choice, though, Lindsay would have wished it didn’t involve Shaw Farley, Chris Olson, and Rhys Morgan, the bane of her existence.

Chapter Two

The Grant brothers, as they were collectively known, customarily spent a few days in a cabin before Christmas, and lucky for her, she knew that was exactly where they kept their Scotch. It had become a tradition for them to stay at the cabin since their grandfather passed away a few years ago, and they commemorated it every year since then. They spent their time fishing apparently and drinking. Lindsay knew all of this because when her brothers spoke about their friends, somehow she retained every word said about them. It was entirely a stupid thing to do, considering what they had done to her before.

But she consoled herself with the knowledge that it was always better to know everything about her foes. And Shaw, Chris, and Rhys were her enemies.

Taking a deep breath, she climbed out of the car, reached for her Santa bag in the back, then stalled.

She had said it to herself a thousand times, but it needed repeating.

They were not thinking about her as much as she thought about them. She’d brought them into her headspace, where they ruled her every other thought, but to her, she was their best friends’ little sister who’d had a lapse of judgment and done a stupid, stupid thing.

God, she cringed all over again as she thought about that horrible night.

But she was still maintaining her vow of absolute avoidance despite entering their domain. It might be her body, but her face was completely different—thanks to makeup—and they would have no clue it was her.

Her heart pounding with apprehension, she climbed out of the car, then, shivering, slipped into a thick cape and took her Santa bag filled with x-rated stuff, which was just to create a more authentic lie.

The lie was that she was Lizelle from Santa Triple X. Andrea had called them and told them they’d won a Christmas Gram—but the adult version. They’d had to come up with another lie really quickly too, and because Lindsay, against her better judgment, knew everything there was to know about them, she knew that as ranchers, their favorite store was definitely Farm Supplies and More. And so that became the store that awarded them the Christmas Gram for being such great customers.

So to summarize, she was an exotic dancer who didotherthings as well. She was called Lizelle from the reputable Santa Triple X franchise, and their names were picked out by the store they frequented the most as a thank-you for being loyal customers.

The freezing Christmas air stung her face, but thankfully it was a short distance to the front door of the cabin.

She knocked once, and someone—Chris—yelled,It’s open.

Of course, they were expecting her.

She had to keep her mind on the objective and not focus on them as a trio and the chaos they created in her head and her heart.

Her goal was simple. She came prepared with her ready-made and already-laced eggnog. Okay, that sounded terrible. She was going to adopt Andrea’s approach and think of it as just a gentle push into a restful slumber because who couldn’t do without an unexpected nap, right?

Then she had to shimmy her hips a little to some seductive Christmas song, and then bam, they’d be asleep. She'd take their bottle of Scotch, drive away, pick up her brothers from the cabin that had been their holding cell, and put the bottle of Scotch back when no one was looking and no one would know a thing.

To get her body under control, all she had to do was remember what they’d done to her. That normally fixed any other romantic inclinations she might have.

Any hesitation she planned on having was cut off immediately when the chance of freezing her butt off prompted her to seek warmth immediately.

Her mouth dried, and she forgot everything. Absolutely everything.

Her gaze skated over their faces as they met her in the mudroom. She started to shiver for a completely different reason and in a completely different way.

She was no longer cold. No. Warmth erupted low in her stomach, settled in her pussy, and spread throughout her whole body. Her nipples pebbled and began to ache.

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