Page 3 of Her Brothers' Best Friends

She couldn’t regulate her breathing and ended up taking soft gasps, which made her chest heave and her breasts seem heavier and achier.

It wasn’t as if she were unfamiliar with the physiological changes their nearness orchestrated in her body. She’d felt them every time her gaze landed on them. Every time the scent of their cologne wafted toward her—a rich aroma of sandalwood and something else, something virile and powerful that was so synonymous with them—it was more their signature scent than their cologne.

Shaw Farley, dark-haired and deadly serious, never gave her the time of day. In fact, he pointedly ignored her, and he made it known he was ignoring her.

And while Chris Olson had a playful, teasing, and charming side to him, he switched it off when it came to her and instead adopted Shaw’s growly attitude.

As for Rhys Morgan, he barely looked at her at all, choosing instead to turn his attention everywhere else but on her. When she watched him from afar, while he was generally stoic, he could have animated conversations with other people. It was just her.

All three of them were as tall as her brothers and as muscular. Years in the military under a sergeant who pushed them to their limits probably contributed to their perfect physiques, but that they kept up their litheness and power after so many years of leaving the military said something else about them.

Shaw, Chris, and Rhys took up after their adopted family and became billionaire ranchers. Of course, they didn’t flaunt their money around. There was no reason to do so. Anyone who looked at them saw their virility, power, and unconditional confidence first before they saw that they were made of money.

Oh god.

How did she think she could pull this off being this close to them?

She thought about her brothers and their bottle of Scotch. Their disappointment. She was immediately pulled back into reality all at once.

She was here on a mission.

How they made her feel, or rather, how she made herself feel about them, had nothing to do with any of it. This was an in-and-out situation, and her soaked panties and sore nipples at the sight of them would have to be erased from her mind during this time.

But! But more importantly, she couldn’t forget that one night two years ago that had changed her life, ruined her pride, and ruined her for any other man out there.

So while they made her feel hot and bothered in the wrong places, they embarrassed her and dented her ego, and she wished they never got good coffee for as long as they lived.

Just as well she’d done a lot of plays at college and was able to change her voice significantly enough.

Here’s goes nothing. She could only hope that Andrea was pulling off her end of their plan with Lindsay’s brothers.

She switched to a full British accent and was immediately convinced she was going to get away with it.

“Hello there boys, I’m Lizelle, your sexy Ms. Claus for the evening. Better buckle up the reindeer, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

Chapter Three

It took them a mere second to know who their unexpected Christmas Gram was, and no one in the world could have been more surprised than Shaw Farley and the two men he had grown up with and regarded as his brothers, Chris Olson and Rhys Morgan.

What the fuck was their best friends’ little sister doing in their holiday cabin on Christmas Eve while a snowstorm had started to gather outside?

They’d been quite skeptical when they received a call from a company called Santa Triple X. They were more skeptical when they were told they won a sexy Christmas Gram for shopping at Farm Supplies and More.

They normally did receive gifts from Hennesy, the guy who ran the store, but this was totally different. It also made them instantly suspicious, and since they weren’t the kind of men who could just let things go, they had decided to see what the next step was.

But the next step was Lindsay Brenner arriving on their fucking doorstep, dressed in a red velvet, white fur-trimmed coat, looking like the hottest fucking Ms. Claus alive.

They couldn’t believe their eyes that the woman who haunted all their dreams and plagued their thoughts during the day was within arms’ reach, far enough from civilization that they could keep her there for as long as they liked and do the things to her that kept them up night after night.

Fuck, she corrupted their thoughts so much, they were certain they had conjured up her scent and the taste of her pussy so precisely that was probably exactly how she smelled and tasted.

Shaw’s cock hardened involuntarily, but nothing he did could soften him out, not when she was standing right in front of them. One glance at Chris and Rhys and he confirmed they were feeling the absolute same.

Lindsay Brenner was only safe from them if they stayed away from her or if she were surrounded by other people, particularly their best friends and her brothers, Leo, Aaron, and Micah. The men they had sworn they would die for.

The six of them had formed a kind of friendship that turned into brotherhood. From their days in foster care to being adopted by well-off families and given a chance at what it means to have parents who actually loved them. That bond was unbreakable.

Touching their little sister, whom they adored and would raze the earth over, was breaking that bond.

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