“FUCK! Sam, your boulder size shoulder just broke my goddamn hand.”
“Oh, calm down, you big baby. Stop over exaggerating and let me see it.” I'm in the middle of checking out her hand when I hear a sharp intake of breath. I whip my head up to see my sweet girl looking like she is going rip either my head off or Lorelei's. At the moment I can’t tell which. I'm in so much shock at seeing her here that I don’t realize that I am still holding on to Lorelei’s hand until I accidentally squeeze it and she yelps in pain.
“Sweet baby Jesus. Sam stop squeezing my hand like that you ass. Are you planning on breaking it even worse? Damn you and those stupid muscles of yours. What the fuck are you looking at? I'm in pain here douchehole” She turns her head to where I am staring and immediately stops talking.
Clearing my throat, I finally get my voice back and blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind. “What are you doing here?” I say in an accusing voice. I don’t mean for it to come out like that but I'm in shock that she is actually here. She is standing there, looking more beautiful than ever, looking between Lorelei and me with the most hurt expression on her face. For the life of me, I don’t know what I did to put that look on her face or how to fix it, but I need to, right the fuck now. For some reason though, whenever I am around her my brain decides to short circuit, and I turn into a dumbass.
“Ah, so you must be the infamous Kristy. Lover boy over here hasn’t stopped talking about you.”
/> “Oh, really? And you are?” Kristy says with a bit of the brattiness I love.
“I am Lorelei. Sam’s secretary.”
“Secretary? Well I guess I'm here to talk to you. I am here with my second graders. For a tour and pictures with Santa.”
“You are a teacher?” I ask incredulously. I should have fucking known that.
“You work here?” She asks me, with more of that brattiness. I almost expect her to stomp her perfect little feet.
“No gorgeous, I own this place. Lorelei will get you set up. I will go get ready for those pictures.”
“What?” She says with a blush. My girl loves it when I call her that.
“I am playing Santa today.”
“Um... okay then, I guess I will see you later.” She starts to walk away, and I feel like she is taking a piece of me with her. I can’t control myself. In three long strides, I am right next to her. Reaching out, I grab her by the waist and turn her until she is flat against my body. When her hands land on my chest I can't help but growl at how much I love the feeling of her touch on my body. Reaching up I grab the nape of her neck and take kisses from her like I've been dreaming of doing for the last month.
When she moans and runs her hands up to my neck, I can't help but growl and thrust my tongue into her mouth. Grabbing her tighter around her waist, I pull her closer to my body, so she can feel how hard I am for her. Fuck. She tastes like candy canes. I'm about two seconds away from taking her right here and now when I hear Lorelei clear her throat.
“Hey, lover boy. You're going to scare the kids and make her late. You're even later to get dressed, so stop macking on your girl and get to it.” I growl in frustration when Kristy pulls away from me and puts her hand on her lips looking flushed and her eyes are glazed over with passion.
I look her dead in the eye and growl out “I'm done waiting for you to come around gorgeous. You are mine.”
I'm expecting a bratty remark or maybe a slap across the face so when she bites her lip and whisper “Okay, Sammy.” I'm in so much shock that my mouth pops open and before I can come up with something witty to say she is walking back towards Lorelei, who is looking at me with a smug smile like she is going to get all the juicy gossip on her walk with my Kristy.
Flipping her off, I run back to the office and find my Santa suit. I had to get the fucker custom made because they were not designed to fit my six foot six, two hundred twenty pound frame. Luckily my beard has grown out long enough all I have to do is put some of that temporary hair dye shit in to make it white and an oversized pillow for my stomach, because who wants a Santa with a six pack? To top off my outfit, I put on my shiny black boots and a pair of wire-framed glasses, and I am good to go.
Our normal Santa fell last week and broke his hip, so I spent three days trying to find a replacement for him to no avail. I was left with no choice other than to do it myself. Leaving the cabin, I make my way towards the middle of my Christmas Wonderland all around us is Christmas trees and right in the center is a huge Santa display for me to sit.
But I don't notice any of that because my eyes are instantly drawn to Kristy who is standing there with her class of little kids. Fuck, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. With her long hair cascading down and her head thrown back laughing in delight at something one of the children said. Her cheeks are rosy pink, and her body looks amazing in her tight red dress. I love seeing how happy she is when she is around her kids.
My heart thudded in my chest and everything I thought I knew about love sharpened in intense focus. She is my whole fucking world, and I would go to the ends of the earth of to make her mine. I sit on Santa’s throne as the children line up neat and orderly. I actually haven’t seen anything like it before where kids are concerned. The kids come up one by one and tell me what they want.
As I near the end of the line, one of the little boys says, “Miss Kane, you need to tell Santa what you want, or you won’t get it.”
She crouches down in front of him. “Drake, I don’t think Santa deals with grownups.” The kid looks close to tears.
“Miss Kane, come on up, I will hear your wish list.” She glares at me, and I just give her a shit-eating grin. I can't wait for her to be in my arms again. I'm still smiling we she saunters over and hops on me. My cock goes hard instantly. She gasps and wriggles around my lap.
I clear my throat. “Now Miss Kane, why don’t you tell me what you want?” She thinks for a minute, putting her index finger over her juicy lips “Hmmm, oh I know.” Leaning close to me she whispers into my ear, “I want to be a Mommy, but Santa has already made that happen for me.”
Holy fuck did she just say what I think she said? She wriggles around my lap a few more times and hops down. Clapping her hands, she says
“Alright kids, let’s follow Santa’s little helpers and start our tour. Who wants to go see all the Christmas trees?”
They all start squealing and clapping their hands. You’d think that they were more excited to see the trees then they were to see Santa.
“Okay guys, hurry we don’t want Santa's helpers to leave without us.”