BRADLEY
“Okay, boys!”
Holly’s voice called from the living room, all sexy and sultry and sweet. Entirely on its own, my heart started racing. I actually did feel like a kid again, on Christmas morning.
“You can come on in…”
Dylan pushed open the door eagerly, with Logan and I right behind. The lights in the living room were low, competing with the fire’s warm glow. Between that and the twinkling lights, everything was bathed in warmth and shadow.
But under the tree…
Resting just beneath the Christmas tree, flat on her belly, Holly had her hands crossed casually beneath her chin. She was wearing a Santa hat… and not much else. And she was smiling sweetly. Sweetly, but also impishly…
“Merry Christmas, boys.”
Holly lifted one of her legs, revealing red and white, candy-cane, thigh-hi
