My Secret Santa Daddies (Silver Ridge Christmas)

18. Sierra

18

SIERRA

“ H oney, we were so worried about you,” my mother’s cuts over the phone.

“That storm broke so many records!” Dad shouts beside her.

I’m sitting at the kitchen table, carefully spreading fondue over a new cake recipe I had come up with. I readjust my cell to the other cheek, keeping it pressed in position tightly, as I spread the rich chocolate frosting over the moist layers of cake.

“I know, I know. I’m fine, though. The power’s back on and everything.”

“Thank goodness. We were about to charter a helicopter.”

“Mom, it's fine." I roll my eyes. "Honestly, it was kind of a nice change of pace— no internet, no cell service, just me hanging out."

"That's all well and good," Dad interjects. "But we still worry about you up there on your own."

"I'm fine," I repeat for the millionth time.

“Did you lose power?”

“Yeah.”

“What’d you do? Did you get the generator running?”

“I uh—Griffin, Cody and Wyatt are in town. I stayed with them.”

"What?" Mom shrieks, practically knocking the phone out of my ear. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“The storm knocked out all the cell service. Besides, it's not that big of a deal.”

“Well, how are they? Why are they back?” Mom asks.

“Good, I guess. Griffin bought the old lodge to fix up for a vacation home." I finish frosting the cake and step back to admire my creation. "They're all good."

"Honey, that's wonderful! Are you two talking?—"

"Mom," I cut her off. "We're not." I can practically hear her disappointment through the other end of the line. "We’re just friends, that's all."

She sighs. “I know, I know. Still, it's always nice to hope."

"Mom," I groan. "It was just a snowstorm."

"Alright, alright," she relents. "As long as you're safe and sound.”

A sudden knock at the door makes me jump. I hurry to the front, and peek through the small window. My stomach does a flip when I see Wyatt and Cody standing there.

“Mom, I need to go, okay? I’ll call you later.”

“Okay, honey. Let us know how the Secret Santa goes! We’re so bummed we’re missing it this year.”

“Yeah. Sure. Love you.”

“Love you, Si!”

I hang up the phone, sliding it into my back pocket then open the door cautiously. A blast of cold air sweeps in making me shiver. “What are you two doing here?”

Wyatt grins, tipping his head toward me.

“You know what tonight is, don’t you?”

I cross my arms, feeling both irritated and more than a bit relieved at the sight of them.

“Christmas Eve.”

“And the Secret Santa,” Cody tacks on.

“I’m not planning on going.”

“Are you going to let us in?” Wyatt asks, stepping forward and pushing the door open with a wide palm, keeping me from slamming it shut.

“Come on in.”

“Thank you!” Cody grins, brushing past me with a conspiratorial wink.

“You’re welcome,” I deadpan, closing the door behind them.

“So, you're really not going to Secret Santa?” Wyatt asks, leaning against the counter.

“No, I’m not.” I repeat.

Cody raises a brow. “That’s funny, because your hair looks awfully done up for someone who’s staying in.”

Heat creeps into my cheeks as I self-consciously pat my curly locks. “I—I wanted to look presentable in case of any last-minute baking orders."

Wyatt and Cody exchange knowing looks. “Uh huh,” they both say in unison.

I glare at them both, embarrassed and annoyed at how easily they can read me sometimes.

"Well," Wyatt says, clapping his hands together, “the good news is that you still have time to come out.”

“I don’t think so.” I say shaking my head.

“I mean, Sierra—come on. It’s almost Christmas. Jack will be so to see you.”

“Don’t you dare guilt me like that, Cody.”

He feigns the most innocent expression he can manage. “Who, me? I would never.”

Wyatt gives me a puppy dog pout. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun! Who knows, maybe you’ll even have some fun.”

“You’re not going to leave me alone unless I agree to go, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Fine, fine,” I relent, holding my hands up in defeat. “Jeez, you two are like a damn tag team.”

“We’ve had practice,” Cody says smugly.

“But I’m only doing this for Jack?—”

“Of course,” Wyatt says with a wink.

“Just give me five minutes to change and we can go.”

In my bedroom, I stand in front of the mirror, glaring at the stubborn zipper at the back of my dress. The rich, emerald green fabric shimmers faintly in the soft light, catching the glow from the nearby lamp.

I fumble with the zipper, twisting my body awkwardly to reach it.

But it’s useless. I can’t get a good enough grip, and I let out a low, frustrated growl.

Of course this is how things go for me.

I tug again, and the zipper stubbornly refuses to budge.

There’s a knock at the door, low and hesitant, and I freeze, my heart stuttering in my chest.

“Sierra?” It’s Cody’s voice, warm and steady from the other side. “Everything okay there?”

I stare at the door, my mind racing. Of all the times...

“Fine,” I call back, trying to sound composed, even though I’m not. “Just… having a minor dress malfunction.”

Silence, and then a soft, knowing laugh. “Need a hand?”

The question hangs in the air between us, intimate in its simplicity. Part of me wants to say no, to hold on to the last shred of dignity I have left. But the truth is, I do need help.

“Yes.”

The door creaks open slowly, and both Cody and Wyatt step inside.

“I’ve got you,” he says quietly, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and something deeper.

He steps closer, the warmth of his body radiating in the cool room. I turn slightly, giving him access to the zipper, and the heat of his fingertips lingers against the bare skin of my back as he takes hold of it.

“Hold still,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear.

I nod, unable to form words as his fingers work slowly; carefully tugging the zipper upward. The sensation is strange, intimate in a way that feels almost too much, yet not enough all at once. I close my eyes, focusing on the warmth of his touch, and the way it sends tingles down my spine.

I missed them. Missed their touch and heat.

“Almost there.”

Cody's fingers linger for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, sending a shiver up my spine. He hesitates, stopping halfway.

Cody's warm hands glide down my arms as his fingers run down my spine.

“Wyatt, I can’t seem to get it all the way,” he whispers, looking over his shoulder.

Wyatt chuckles, shaking his head. “Here, let me.”

He steps in front of me, his arms wrapping around my waist, and pulls me back against him, my back flush against his chest.

His fingers are sure and deft as he undoes the zipper. My heartbeat quickens in my chest as I realize what’s happening. My breath comes out in shallow, uneven gasps as I feel the heat from his body enveloping me like a warm blanket.

I close my eyes, trying to ignore the way my body reacts to his touch.

It's a slow, torturous process as he gently tugs the zipper down, each movement deliberate and achingly slow. His fingertips brush against my bare skin, and I shiver involuntarily as goosebumps erupt on my arms.

Finally, the dress falls to the floor in a heap at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear and bra.

Their dark gazes find mine in the mirror’s reflection and I feel more naked than I ever have before.

“Better?” Wyatt's voice rumbles against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I take a deep, shaky breath, willing my heart to slow down.

“M-much better. Thank you.”

I turn around, cheeks flushed, and meet his gaze head-on. His eyes are dark, unreadable pools in the dim lighting of my room. Cody stands beside him and they both stare at me. Heat coils in my gut. Cody’s finger brushes along my arm, and up to my shoulder.

His hand travels down my arm slowly, tracing the curve of my elbow before slipping underneath to hold my hand. Wyatt steps closer, pressing his body against mine from behind. I can feel the heat of him through my thin bra and panties.

My mouth goes dry, and my breath catches in my throat as they lead me towards the bed. The softness of the mattress greets me as we lower ourselves onto it together.

Wyatt's lips are on my neck, his grip on my wrist firm, but gentle, while Cody's soft hands trail up my thigh. Together, they peel away the last remnants of clothing between us as they begin to explore every inch of my trembling body.

Lost in a haze of sensations and desire, I arch my back, unable to hold back a moan as their lips and hands move in perfect harmony, teasing me until I'm on the brink of madness.

I look into Cody’s eyes as he lowers his head to my breasts. His gaze is filled with a hunger that matches my own. He looks up at me through half-lidded eyes, his tongue flicking out to tease my nipple before taking it into his mouth.

Wyatt's hands slide down to the juncture of my thighs, his fingers teasing me as he explores my wetness.

"God," I moan aloud, lost in the pleasure they provide. "I can't-"

"Shh," Wyatt whispers into my ear, his hand continuing to tease me.

Cody's lips crash against mine, effectively silencing me. The kiss is fierce and possessive. His hands tangle themselves in my hair as he deepens the kiss even more.

Wyatt's fingers enter me with a slow, aching pressure.

I arch my hips against Wyatt's hand, wanting more of this delicious agony they were inflicting upon me.

The week away has me starving for them.

Cody's lips leave mine, trailing down my jawline, his tongue teases the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder.

Wyatt's fingers work their magic, his touch making me writhe against him. The sensations are overwhelming, and the room spins around me as they tease me mercilessly.

The low moans echoing throughout the room are my own as my body trembles with need.

Cody pulls away from the kiss, and I look at him with hooded eyes, my breathing ragged.

"Are you ready?" Cody whispers against my ear, his voice a low growl.

I nod, unable to form words as Wyatt's fingers continue their slow, teasing motions inside me.

Cody's hand grips my thigh, helping me to my knees on the bed. I lean forward, propping myself up on my elbows as he positions himself behind me. The tip of his hard length presses against my entrance, pushing inch by excruciating inch inside of me.

Wyatt's fingers still work their magic between my legs, rubbing circles around my clit as Cody thrusts into me. Their movements are in perfect sync.

My climax builds within me, growing closer and closer with each thrust.

My head is thrown back, and my eyes are clenched shut as the pleasure overwhelms my senses.

"Open your eyes," Cody growls against my ear.

I open my eyes, staring into the mirror across from us as Cody and Wyatt's heated movements intensify.

"Oh god," I pant.

Then Wyatt shifts in front of me, grasping his cock. I eagerly slide it into my mouth.

Cody's thrusts pick up in speed and power, while Wyatt's cock slides in and out of my mouth.

“That's it," he pants, his grip on my hips tightening. "Come for us, baby."

As I take him in, Wyatt's hand buries itself in my hair and guides me to suck on him harder; take him in deeper.

Pleasure courses through my veins as Cody's thrusts pick up pace, pounding into me with abandon.

Cumming felt like the only thing that mattered in that moment as I teetered on the edge of ecstasy.

With one final deep thrust, Cody growls my name, his warmth filling me as he spasms inside me. The sensation pushes me over the edge too, and my own climax washes over me in waves.

I grip onto the sheets, my body shaking as I ride out my orgasm, taking every last bit of pleasure I can from them.

Wyatt groans above me, his hand tightening in my hair as his warmth covers my lips and chin, the head of his cock pulsing with each wave of his orgasm.

In the mirror, I see the three of us, flushed and panting; our bodies entangled in a mess of limbs and sweat and I've never felt so alive.

I collapse back onto the bed, my body boneless. Cody pulls out of me and adjusts the pillows, allowing me to rest my head on his chest.

“Don’t we have a party to go to?” he whispers, brushing my now tangled hair.

“What just happened?” I ask lazily, wanting more than anything to just stay here with them and sleep.

“We missed you, girl,” Wyatt whispers.

“I missed you guys too.” I say with a smile, still processing the fact that I just had mind-blowing sex with both Cody and Wyatt. It was quick, hot and desperate. Both of them start getting dressed. Wyatt tosses my dress to me.

“Let’s get going, cupcake. Can’t keep everyone waiting for the big reveal.”

“Wait! I have to grab my gift for my Secret Santa,” I shout, scrambling up and out of the bedroom. It’s stupid, but it’s the only thing I can think to bring.