Sucking Santa's Candy Cane

Evernight Publishing

www.evernightpublishing.com

Copyright© 2012
Angelina Rain

ISBN:
978-1-77130-213-5

Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

Editor:
JS Cook

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WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal.  No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my family, for always believing in me.

To my friend and fellow author, Lorraine N, for encoura
ging me to finish Santa's story
when I was so close to giving up on it.

Angelina Rain

Copyright © 2012

Chapter One

Noelle Wilson took a sip of her hot, peppermint-mocha latte and let the coffee linger on her tongue.  After she adjusted the earpiece on her phone, she spoke, “Did I hear you right?”

A giggle erupted from the earpiece. “I said I’m getting married. Greg proposed.”

Unreal! They had been dating for all of like two months! Noelle’s knuckles turned white on the dark blue steering wheel. “Don’t you think it’s a bit soon?”

“Oh, Nelly, true love doesn’t have a timeline.”

Noelle pressed the gas petal and increased the speed of her car by another ten miles per hour. The expressway zoomed past her and the road around her became a blur. She mentally cursed her slutty little sister. Perfect, pretty Wendy on her third marriage. Maybe if she didn’t spread her legs so often she would still be on husband number one.  “True love, huh? You said that about the last two.”

“Don’t be so bitter and jaded.”

“I’m not bitter.”

There was a short pause and Noelle was certain Wendy rolled her eyes. When she spoke, her voice was low and tender. “Nelly, take a chance on love and lust.  Just because you had a few bad relationships doesn’t mean that all men are evil. Take a chance on one.”

“It’s too late for me.” She changed lanes to get around a slow driver. “Besides, after Jeff, I just don’t think I’m ready.”

Wendy sighed. “It’s been a year already, time to get over him. He cheated and lost, you are better off without him.”

It’d been less then a year and for a second heaviness settled on her chest. Sadness enveloped her as overhead, the Tennessee sky darkened as a cloud moved over the bright sun.

“Come on, Nelly,” Wendy urged, “You need to let go and have fun.” A short pause settled over the phone. “You want to know what you should do?”

“Not really.”

“You should sleep with the next guy you see.”

She rolled her eyes.
Yeah, like it would be so easy to just fuck someone so shamelessly.
“I don’t know, Wendy.” She gazed ahead. The expressway was empty except for her. Alone on the open road, she admired the trees and the sunlight streaming through their branches. Ahead, a little red car rested on the shoulder of the road, its hood open. As she neared, she glanced at the tall blonde man in a red sweater as he chatted on his cell phone.

Hunky, hunk, hunk.

“I have to go,” Noelle told Wendy and pressed the end button on the cell phone that rested in her lap. She pulled over onto the shoulder and parked behind the little red car. After she pulled the earpiece and threw her phone onto the passenger seat, Noelle climbed out of the vehicle and strolled over to the handsome man.

“Need help?”

He lifted his head and glanced at her. Baby blue eyes sparkled as he spoke something she couldn’t hear into the phone and flipped it shut.

“Hey, there.” He came toward her.

“What happened?”

The red sweater hunk smiled at her as he led her toward the front of the car. “It just stopped and wouldn’t start.” He waved his hands over the contents under the hood. “I don’t understand any of this.”

She bent forward and tucked the few stray strands of honey blonde hair behind her ears. Her gaze raked over the engine, motor, and transmission before she pulled out an oil stick and checked the contents. She replaced the stick. “Oil looks fine.”

His blue gaze lingered on her. “I take it you understand cars a bit?”

“Daddy and granddaddy are both mechanics in Wisconsin.”

Hunky-hunk-hunk’s gaze traveled to the open road. “Is that where you’re headed?”

She sighed deeply. “Yeah, heading home for the Holidays.”

He scratched the back of his head and worry lines formed around his forehead. “I need to be in Crown Point, Indiana, by six tonight.” He glanced at the watch that rested on his wrist. “I really can’t be late.” He took a step toward her. “I’m sorry, where are my manners.” Hunky-hunk-hunk extended his hand to her. “My name is Santa.”

Whoa! What were his parents drinking when they named him? She extended her hand to him. “Noelle.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Noelle.” His fingers touched hers and something electric zapped inside her. Her skin tingled as he held her hand and brought it to his lips. A warm, tender kiss lingered on her skin and warmth hit her cheeks. She glanced down, embarrassed by the blush that burned her face. Something liquid hit her panties and she put her legs together, afraid he would be able to sense her sudden arousal.

Wendy’s suggestion of sleeping with the next man she saw floated through her mind and Noelle quickly turned her attention back to the car. She cleared her throat. “Um, why don’t you turn the ignition on?”

“Okay,” Santa said and climbed inside the vehicle.

She watched as the starter rattled inside the car. It shook violently and sputtered before resting in final peace. She slammed her fist on it a couple of times but it still rested in its position. “I pronounce you dead,” she muttered under her breath. 

She slammed the hood shut and walked over to the driver’s side door. A cold wind blew and icy fingers raced down her back. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.
What was I thinking wearing this?
She glanced down at her short little black dress and knee-high hooker boots with four-inch stiletto heels.

She knew what she had been thinking, though. After wearing a police officer’s dark blue uniform for the last few months on an almost daily basis, and feeling like one of the guys every single day, she wanted to dress feminine and sexy for a change. So what, that she was freezing her ass off. At least she felt like she had a hole instead of a stick.

Santa opened the car door and stepped out. “Do you know what’s wrong with my car?”

“You need a new starter.”

He rubbed the back of his neck as worry lines creased his forehead. “Just what I need. How am I to get to Indiana now?”

“Is there anyone you could call? Family? Friends?”
A girlfriend or wife?

He shook his head. “Everyone lives far north of here.” He glanced at his wristwatch. “And I have to wait for the tow truck.”

“When is it supposed to be here?”

“Next thirty minutes.”

She glanced back at her car and was about to say her goodbyes when the memory of Wendy’s suggestion rang through her.

Take a chance on love and lust. You should sleep with the next man you see.

Ridiculous!  A truly ludicrous idea. Yet, she found herself saying, “Would you like me to wait with you?” The words came out without any thought or warning and she bit her tongue the instant they were spoken.

He lifted his gaze to her and smiled warmly. Something inside her warmed at that smile. “That would be very nice. Thank you.”

She walked toward her vehicle. “I just need to get something out of my car.” Noelle opened the door, put one knee on the driver’s seat, and leaned over to the passenger seat. She grabbed her cell phone and checked her missed calls. No one had called. As she clicked the off button and let her phone sleep, the screen became black. Through the shiny screen, she could see her own reflection. The flush in her cheeks and the lust in her eyes. Behind her, Santa stood close, his gaze fixated on the short hem of her dress. She smiled as she angled her way out of the car. Before exiting completely, Noelle grabbed her paper cup of cooling peppermint mocha latte.

As soon as she slammed the car door, Noelle glanced at Santa who gazed upward at the sky. She looked down quickly and her heart rose into her throat. A bulge formed inside his beige pants and that bulge was a bit too big to possibly fit. Her heart pounded and her throat went dry. She took a sip of her minty drink and swallowed.

A dirty image of her swallowing cum flashed through her mind as she envisioned herself sucking his cock. He would grunt with pleasure as he unloaded into her mouth, his taste hot on her tongue.

Her pussy liquefied at the thought and her gaze dropped to her feet with the hope that she wouldn’t blush. Noelle walked over to Santa’s car and sat on the trunk. She crossed her legs, one over the other, and rested one stiletto clad foot on his bumper. “So why are you going to Indiana? Family?”

He shook his head and sat on the hood of her car. “Work.”

“It’s Christmas Eve! What kind of boss makes you work on Christmas?”

He glanced down for a second before his gaze settled on her again. “It’s kind of a family business.”

I thought my family was crazy.
“Does your family celebrate Christmas?”

“Oh course, it’s our favorite holiday!” Santa sounded almost offended at the question.