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  Copyright© 2012 Angelina Rain

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-213-5

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: JS Cook

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  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 encouraging me to finish Santa's story when I was so close to giving up on it.

  SUCKING SANTA’S CANDY CANE

  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 lif
ted 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.

  He came off her car to stand beside her. Her pulse increased as she stole a glance at the bulge inside his pants. Closing her eyes, she envisioned her dress hiked up around her waist as she lay on the hood of the car, her legs in mid air, as Santa held her by the hips, his fingers cutting into her skin as he pushed himself into her waiting cunt. The sound of his moaning mixed with the pumping inside her wet pussy as her juices coated him.

  She opened her eyes and shook her head, willed the vision away. Besides them, a lone car rolled down the expressway.

  “What are you drinking?”

  She glanced at him. “Peppermint Mocha Latte. They only sell those around the holidays.” She took a sip, regretful that in a few days she would no longer be able to get any of this until next year. Luckily, she stocked up on minty coffee creamer at home, almost buying out the entire store of it.

  “I take it you like peppermint.”

  “I like all kinds of mint.”

  A quick blur of vision caught her attention and her gaze quickly moved south. His cock jumped inside his pants.

  How is my liking of mint sexy? That confused her a bit and she glanced straight ahead.

  The naked tree branches danced in the air as the bitter wind blew. She shivered slightly.

  “Are you cold?” he asked.

  “A little.”

  Santa climbed off the trunk and pulled his sweater over his head. As he handed the garment to her, Noelle couldn’t help but gawk at the man in front of her. Perfect ripped muscles and tanned skin that smelled like sunshine and probably tasted like heaven. Images danced in her mind of them together as she spilled mango margarita on his skin on a sunny beach somewhere. Her tongue touched the sweet drink and licked it off him. Her naked nipples grazed against the liquid on his chest before they found their entrance into his mouth. He sucked off the beverage from her breast while he kneaded the other one with his hand.

  She blinked the image away and shook her head slightly as though to rid herself of the distracting thought. If she kept thinking those thoughts, Noelle was certain she would end up doing exactly what Wendy suggested. She couldn’t do that. Wendy was the slut of the family while Noelle was the good girl. Noelle, who only had sex with one man in her entire life.

  Memories of Jeff flooded toward her like rainwater in a bad storm. Her heart still ached at his betrayal. They had been happy at first. Their marriage had been a blessing until she suggested they have a baby. At first, he avoided those talks, and then he avoided her too. Nine months ago she’d come home to find a note on her kitchen table. Jeff had found someone else and wanted to tell her it was over. He left her the house, the car, and all the money in the bank. He didn’t care about all that: he just wanted out, away from her. That killed her. The betrayal that he no longer loved her had haunted her for months to follow.

  Absentmindedly, Noelle rested her coffee cup on the truck beside her and pulled the sweater over her head. “Are you sure you won’t be cold?”

  “I’m certain,” he answered and sat beside her again.

  Noelle had to stop thinking about the half-naked man next to her, as well as the man who left her. To distract herself, she asked, “So what kind of family business do you have?”

  He was silent for a minute. “It’s a gift thing.”

  “Like a gift shop? But don’t people buy all their gifts ahead of time?”

  “Not everyone.”

  “I’m sorry. It must suck to work on Christmas.”

  He smiled at her. “I don’t mind.”

  “But I’m sure your girlfriend or wife isn’t too happy about it.”

  “I don’t have anyone.”

  He was single! She tried not to let on how happy that little tidbit made her. “Still, it’s a pain in the ass isn’t it?”

  Pain in the ass. Images of him plunging into her ass raced through her. Her bent over on the driver’s side seat just as she had been when she got her coffee. Only naked. Santa’s cock buried deep in her ass as he rode her fast and hard.

  The image stole her breath and she gasped for air. Her nipples hardened under her dress and she longed for someone to suck on them.

  Her skin warmed and tingled. She sipped on her coffee, willing the erotic images away. What had gotten into her?

  From the corner of her eyes, she noticed Santa’s smile. It was as though he knew what she was thinking. But… he couldn’t know just how dirty her mind was at this moment. It couldn’t be that he would even have any indication of. . .

  “Let’s cut the crap, I want to eat your pussy.”

  She glanced sharply at him. “Did you. . .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.

  “What’s up?”

  “Did you just say something to me?”

  “What do you think I said?”

  There was that knowing smile, and the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with her.

  “I. . . I’m just hearing things,” she answered.

  “Are you now?”

  A car drove by on the expressway and Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? Did she really want it to arrive?

  “What do you think you heard?”

  She glanced down, embarrassed. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

  He came off the trunk and came to stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her?

  Santa inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed her knee. “I want you.”

  “We’re strangers. We’re in public. Someone could see us.” Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

  He put his finger to her lips. “Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his hand on
her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.

  Her knees shook as she obeyed him. She wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this man do what he was doing. Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking a stranger? Or was it that she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she would take it any way she could?

  She spread her legs a few inches away from each other and breathed deeply. What was she doing? She was crazy.

  “Relax,” he whispered. “Don’t be nervous.”

  How could she not be? A complete stranger was feeling her up in public.

  As Santa’s hand slid under her dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The thump, thump, thump of it rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her pussy soaked with desire juices.

  His fingertips grazed her cunt. He hooked a finger into her panties and groaned. “Your panties are soaking.”

  “I know.”

  He raised one eyebrow suggestively as his fingertip flicked across her clit.

  She gasped, moaned, almost cried out in pleasure. He ran his finger over her clit again and her hips bucked off the trunk and into mid air.

  “You like that?” he asked, his voice laced with desire.

  She wanted, needed to touch him. To touch his cock and hold it in her hands. “Aha,” the sound came out as a whisper as he ran his finger over her clit again.

  “Do you want me inside you?”

  Her breath caught in her throat and she nodded vigorously.

  Slowly, Santa’s finger entered her wet cunt. She moaned and gasped and almost begged for more as he slid in and out. His speed increased with every stroke until seconds later when her pussy clenched around him. The waves of pleasure rolled over her and she moaned, screamed, and arched her back letting the sensations wash over her.

  The instant Santa pulled his finger out, disappointment encompassed her. She watched as he pulled a soaking wet finger out from under her dress. He licked it off and groaned. “You taste delicious.”