“Jesus, you may be the death of me,” he groaned, his eyes focused on her hips swaying with each step. “Come ’ere.”
Winter moved into the curve of his welcoming body. She felt the large erection tenting the front of his well-worn jeans.
“Are you sure—” she started.
“Yes,” he interrupted quickly before she could finish. “I want you to be positive before we go further and I have a feeling I may have freaked you out a little with all my talk earlier. Go to sleep, the next few days are going to be busy.”
Will patted her on the butt as she spooned into his side. Yawning wide, Winter did exactly what he suggested and soon drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 5
Stretching as she woke the next morning, Winter felt around for Will. Discovering his absence made her heart drop. Spotting a note on the nightstand, she snatched it up.
Winter,
I didn’t want to wake you but I had to head back to the station to pick up your costume for the North Pole. I’m off this week except for Santa duty so I’ll be picking you up at eleven. We can grab some lunch before heading to the mall. I put my number down on your kitchen dry erase board so text or call me when you wake up.
Will
Damn! She had only thirty minutes before she had to be ready. First hopping into the shower, she was soon getting dressed and drying her hair. As she was relishing the feel of the hair dryer blowing heat over her slightly damp hair, the doorbell rang.
Flipping the dryer off for a moment to make sure she hadn’t imagined the sound, she waited a second before heading into the living room. She smiled wide when she opened the door to find Will standing before her with two cups of coffee.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Leaning forward for a soft kiss, he handed her one of the cups. “I got you a pumpkin latte.”
Winter cradled the cup as if it were the Holy Grail. “How did you know?”
“I have two sisters and they both go crazy the minute the pumpkin drinks come out. I figured it was safe to assume you’d like it as well.”
“Anyone that hates a pumpkin latte is not right in the head,” she whispered into the lid of her cup as she blew on the still-hot liquid.
“Hey now, I’m not a fan.” He defended himself with a mock glare.
“That’s it. Relationship over.” Winter took a large sip and smacked her lips as one of her favorite flavors of all time filled her mouth.
“Very funny.” Will pulled her near with one hand on the slight indent of her waist. “I don’t care if I do taste the pumpkin. I need a kiss.”
Winter gazed into blue eyes that seemed to change ever so slightly. She tilted her face up into his kiss. The taste of his strong coffee laced with a hint of caramel took over her senses. Winter swept her tongue into his mouth. She moved as close to him as possible, only stopping when she bumped his cup.
Lifting his mouth from hers, Will leaned his forehead against hers with his eyes closed. “Shit, babe. You go straight to my head.”
“Ditto,” she breathed out.
“We need to get moving or we’ll be late.” Will moved to take her cup while she put on her coat.
“I thought we didn’t need to be there until noon?” she asked, buttoning herself up.
“That was the plan but the guys need a little help making sure the lights are secure. So I grabbed some pastries at the coffee shop to tide us over until we have a dinner break.” Will’s answer was laced heavily with disappointment.
“It’s okay. This fund-raiser comes first,” Winter reassured him. “I want you guys to get the equipment you need to be safe.”
“Thanks, babe. Let’s get moving. The streets were cleaned earlier so the drive should be quick.”
Tossing the end of her scarf over her shoulder, Winter said, “Lead the way.”
As they drove the now-clean streets toward the mall, Will nervously tapped against the steering wheel with his long fingers.
“What’s wrong?” Winter asked, feeling that there was something he wanted to say but was holding it in.
“Well, apparently the guys had a brilliant idea last night,” he said quickly. His gaze darted away from the road for a moment before moving back.
“What does that mean?” Winter asked, her voice showing her confusion.
“They don’t want me to wear the planned Santa getup.” He sighed miserably. “They think I need to wear our red work pants with suspenders and no shirt.”
Winter couldn’t control the laughter that bubbled out of her. Already picturing the female frenzy he was going to stir up, she nodded enthusiastically. “That will definitely make more money than a fat Santa suit.”
“You’re okay with this?” he asked, astonished. “You realize that women are going to think they can get handsy, right?”
“Will, first and foremost, what you do with your body is your own business. I have no control over what you wear. Just like you have no control over how I dress.” At his scowl she gave him a pointed look. “Do you have a problem with the way I dress?”
“I admit I wouldn’t be too happy if you wore something too revealing… What can I say? I’m already possessive when it comes to you. That’s what made me stake my claim so quickly last night. I could tell Rick was going to hit on you if I didn’t make it known you were mine.”
“I’m not a tree you need to pee on,” she deadpanned before adding seriously, “plus, I expect you to trust me and know that if I dress sexily or revealingly when we have a date, then I did it for you to appreciate as well as to make myself feel good. Understood?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said quickly.
“Plus, I trust you. You already went over the fact you could have a pole bunny if you wanted and instead you’re with me. Has that changed?”
“Not at all.” His tone and expression were serious.
“So it’s fine,” she explained. “As long as you’re comfortable with it then I have no problem.”
He was silent for a moment before nodding in agreement. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a girlfriend before who wouldn’t have tried to talk me out of this.”
“Will, I am not an insecure college girl. I am almost twenty-eight and don’t have the time or need to play games. Anyone who looks at you can see you’re a hot piece of fireman candy.” Winter smiled widely when his gaze shot to hers at her statement. “I can deal with other women looking as long as you don’t screw around on me.”
He reached over to lace their fingers together, giving her hand a squeeze. “I’m going to marry you someday, Winter.”
His declaration caused her to sputter and almost choke on the coffee she’d just taken a gulp of.
“Will!”
“What?” he asked innocently.
“You can’t say shit like that! We just met yesterday!” she yelled, her voice coming out shrill.
“Winter, my dad knew he was going to marry my mom the same hour they met. My two brothers were the same way with their wives. I didn’t understand what they meant before but now I do.”
“So that’s it? We are going to get married someday?” she asked in disbelief as he pulled into a parking spot.
“No, that’s not it. Be prepared to be wooed, Winter. Wooing will occur and it will be hardcore, so get ready,” he warned with a hot look in his eyes. “Now close your mouth before I get ideas of filling it with something, and let’s get going.”
Winter sat still for a moment in silence before shaking her head and giggling like a lunatic. “This man is fucking nuts,” she murmured to herself.
“I’m not crazy, I’m determined. There’s a difference, buttercup.”
Once she was down from the high cab, Will smacked her on the ass playfully, causing her to jump.
“Hey you two!” yelled a masculine voice from the North Pole setup.
“Hey, Russo!” Will clappe
d his hand on the man’s back as he scanned the area. “It turned out great. Are all the strands still working?”
“Yep, we just need to set up the ropes to hold the line in check and then we’re finished. I’m sorry I called you in. I thought we were further behind than we actually were,” Russo apologized, nodding his head in greeting at Winter.
“No worries, man. I’m just glad it all came together in time,” Will said, pulling Winter forward. “This is Winter. I don’t know if you had a chance to meet her last night or not.”
Winter moved forward to shake the big man’s hand. Noticing a wicked glint in his eye, she braced herself for what was coming next. Russo took the hand he was shaking and raised it to his mouth, prepared to give it a kiss.
“Hey now, none of that.” Grabbing her hand from Russo’s grip, Will gave her a mock glare. “What did I tell you? This is exactly why I made my move,” he defended before glaring at Russo.
“Knock it off, Will. He was just fucking with you,” Winter admonished, smacking him on the shoulder.
“You are too damn tempting, woman!” Shaking his head, Will looked toward the ceiling before letting out a tortured sigh. “And now you have to put on that fucking elf costume and it’s going to drive me crazy.”
“Oh man. You are so screwed,” Russo crowed, stepping back before Will could punch his arm again.
“Let’s go get changed so I can see what I’ve gotten myself into.” Winter waved bye to Russo as she tugged Will into the staffer’s hallway. “There’s a staff bathroom back here.”
Will was carrying a large brown bag she assumed held their costumes. Once in the bathroom, he dug into the bag. Winter inspected the velvet outfit. This was going to be snug. Her boobs were probably going to look gigantic in that thing. Thank goodness it was stretchy enough to cover her curves or they would have had a problem. It was apparently a “one size fits most” outfit but the fabric allowed it to give a little. The package of tights were another situation altogether. There was no way she could squeeze her ass and thighs into a large size. She would have needed at least an extra-large for her to be able to shimmy into them.
“These tights aren’t going to work,” she said out loud as she read the sizing chart on the package.
“Just wear the dress then and the little green slippers over your sneakers. As long as you don’t bend over, we should be good,” Will said as he started undressing in front of her.
Down to holiday boxers that read “Jingle Balls” over the crotch, he was staring at her as she stood in a trance at his form. Tight abs that her fingers itched to oil led into hips that had the vee she’d always fantasized about but had never had the opportunity to touch in person. Winter moved closer and skimmed the tips of her fingers over the hot skin that was soft and hard at the same time.
“Winter.” Will’s voice came out husky as he leaned into her touch. “I’m going to be uncomfortable enough as it is. It might not be a good idea for the touching right now.”
“I can help with that.” Without a second thought for the fact that they were in a semi-public bathroom, Winter moved the brown paper sack that still held his clothes under her knees and knelt down in front of him.
She smirked at his boxers for a moment before opening the front placket on the fabric. Without giving him the option to protest, Winter reached in and pulled out his already stiff cock. When he breathed in quickly in shock, Winter looked up and locked eyes with him.
Angling the stiff rod down to her lips, she ran her tongue around the plump head, licking up the bead of moisture that had collected in the slit. Lapping her tongue around the fat knob, she lathed at it like a sucker before rubbing the tip of her tongue on the underside.
“Don’t tease me.” His voice came out loudly in the quiet room.
Winter took his words as the go-ahead to start shuttling her mouth up and down the length in front of her. Every once in a while she would pull back with a hard suck, letting the tip pop out from between her lips before gobbling him back up in a hard swoop. One hand braced on the base of his cock and the other played with the textured skin of his balls. She developed a rhythm that soon had his hips thrusting back and forth.
Will’s hand went to the back of her head, guiding her motions farther down his cock. Soon she could feel the shaking of his thighs as they tautened. His stomach muscles tightened in a ripple, his body tensing. Will’s fingers tapped her shoulder once and then a second later, they tapped again. His movements were becoming more agitated the longer she sucked. Winter was tasting small amounts of the precum now steadily dribbling from the end of the cock in her mouth. She knew what he was trying to tell her without words.
Without stopping her motions, she caught his hot gaze. Shaking her head slightly, she closed her mouth tightly around the head as she pulled back and started to move her hand faster up and down.
Will’s lips moved into something resembling a snarl as he started to come. Watching her as she swallowed the cum spurting from his cock, he moaned loudly.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned.
Winter swallowed all his seed, the taste not something she loved but something that she could get used to. Licking her now-swollen lips, she leaned back on her heels.
“Better?” Her voice came out scratchily. Her throat was slightly sore from the head of his cock thrusting in and out.
“Fuck yes.” Helping her to her feet, he hugged her tight. “You didn’t have to swallow, babe. I tried to warn you.”
“I wanted to taste you,” she whispered into his chest as she nibbled the skin.
“You are going to kill me.” He shivered when her teeth nipped the skin on his pecs. “We don’t have time for a quickie or else I’d have you bent over the sink.” Gripping her ass in his palms, he squeezed her cheeks together and then pulled them apart.
“I want to fuck this ass someday. You okay with that?” he asked, his voice deep with need.
“I’ve only had toys back there…but yeah, I’m okay with that,” Winter admitted, the thought of him taking her there making her tingle. She could already feel her panties were damp and sticking to her pussy, and he hadn’t even really touched her yet.
“Jesus, we need to get out of here before I forget where we are.” Will stepped back, quickly grabbing the bag off the floor.
Pulling on his pants and suspenders, he tried to keep his eyes averted as she got undressed and slipped into her costume. The only thing letting her know he was indeed watching were the groans he let slip out as she wiggled and bent over.
“This is going to be the longest fucking day ever,” Will said as he admired the red velvet dress hugging her curves.
“Let’s get it over with.” Winter grinned and gave him a quick kiss before helping him to fit the white Santa’s beard tightly.
Standing before her in his red work pants, suspenders and white beard, Will held out his arms. “What do you think?”
She reached up to adjust the beard again, moving the elastic a little to make it fit better. “I think you’re going to clean up out there, Mr. Claus,” Winter answered honestly.
Chapter 6
Their afternoon went quickly. The line to sit on Santa’s lap was long and constant throughout the day. At first, the line consisted of the expected swarm of little kids who wanted to talk to Santa, but as word spread over social media, the crowd started to fill with college girls, moms, and even some little old blue-haired ladies.
All through the chaos, Will kept his eyes locked on Winter as she helped kids to the podium where he was sitting. At one point he tugged her close and gave her a chaste kiss before a group of sorority girls took a picture with him. He had numbers stuffed into his pants, his beard pulled down to receive kisses on the cheek and more than a few women stroking his bare chest. Throughout it all, he only had eyes for Winter.
The firefighters stayed well after closing, making sure anyone stand
ing in line had their turn to get a picture taken. After the last group was escorted out with security, Winter walked over to where Will was slumped on Santa’s throne.
“How can I be so tired since all I did was sit here?” he asked, his voice showing his exhaustion as he pulled her down onto his lap.
“You were busy fighting off hands all day, Sexy Santa,” she teased, rubbing her ass down onto the crotch that was firming beneath her.
“They were vicious,” he admitted with a yawn.
“Let’s get out of here,” Winter said, standing to help pull him up.
Will unhooked his beard and rubbed his lips. “Thank god. That thing is itchy as fuck.” Smacking his now-naked lips together a few times, he tucked his fingers into his suspenders and ran them up and down. “What did Enrique need earlier?”
“Oh, he told me not to worry about staying for tonight’s shift. Since I’m volunteering here, he’ll cover my cleaning shifts for the next few days.”
“Seriously?” Will asked.
“Seriously. His cousins are in town for the holidays and they said they’d help out with the cleaning. They can get it done faster, which means E will be able to get home quicker to participate in all the family stuff.”
“Will your boss be okay with that?”
“Considering E is the one who owns the night cleaning service, I would hope so,” Winter said, her eyes filled with humor.
“I thought he was a student?”
“He’s going for his accounting degree but owns the cleaning service as well.”
“Shit. Rob said he had his shit together. I just assumed that he meant he was managing to go to school, work and support a family.” Will’s voice held the admiration Enrique was due.
“Come on, I’m tired and hungry,” Winter prodded when Will didn’t move from his spot.
Will put his coat on over his naked chest, not bothering with changing his clothes. After Winter bundled up in her own gear, they walked to his truck as quickly as they could.
“I would like to take you to my house tonight,” Will said once they were cocooned in the silence of the cab.
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