“Don’t you all want me to bring you home? You'll be stuck here for the night,” Bear says.
But Santa and Violet are busily talking to the nursing staff as the OB nurses wheel Liz and baby Mary-Violet away.
Santa comes out and explains that he and Violet are going to stay and pass out some game systems to some very sick kids in the children’s wing tonight.
Before she leaves, Violet presses a business card into my palm and winks.
“Just promise me, when you two hotties do get married, let me do the wedding. I not only sing, but I’m an ordained officiant.”
“Where you goin’?” Bear asks with a crooked smile when I pile back into his truck and buckle into the passenger side.
I blink at him like he’s lost his mind.
“Nowhere. I’m buckling in to the passenger seat, just like my mama taught me to do.”
“Fuck that seat belt and get back on my lap,” he growls.
I sigh at him.
“Look around you, Bear. There’s nobody else in the truck. I don't need to sit on your lap,” I say, getting a little exasperated with him.
“You do if I’m gonna get my hands down those pants before I get you home,” he says, breathing hard. He’s dead serious.
But so am I, about safety.
“Listen, Bear. I’m going to buckle up, and then when we get to your house safely and in one piece, you can do whatever you want to my pants. But I’m not sitting on your lap. I did so out of necessity, but that’s it.”
Bear throws the truck into gear and peels out back onto the highway. He’s driving way too fast for the weather conditions, and I tell him so.
“Dammit, woman, I gotta get you home before my Little Bear rips a hole in my snow pants,” he says.
I lean in and trace my hand up his leg. “That’d be a damn shame. Wouldn’t want Little Bear getting frost bitten.” She peels off her coat and resumes fondling my thigh.
“I can think of a way for you to keep it warm, weather girl,” he bites out.
I click my tongue. “While you’re driving though?”
“Woman,” he says through gritted teeth. “I live for this weather. There is exactly zero chance of you causing an accident.”
I slide my hand over his groin and I can feel that rod twitching in response to me. “Then there’s no reason you can’t just pull over.”
He sighs roughly and reaches over to me, resting his palm on the side of my breast. “Got too many layers on to make that happen in here, baby girl.”
He looks over at me and I give him a pout. “Come on, Bear. Where’s your Christmas spirit?”
Chapter 14
Bear
We are less than a quarter of a mile from my house now.
I can’t let her just take the reins. Not when I haven’t even properly kissed her yet.
Call me a control freak. But I want to have my way with her first. Need to. Have to.
I let her unbuckle and slide over to me, unzip my coat and unzip the fly in my overalls. She gasps when she sees another layer underneath—long johns.
She’s struggling to tug away at all the layers and I can’t help but snicker playfully.