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  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.”

  “Bye Santa. Bye Ms. Lorelei.” They hop to quickly, forming a neat and orderly line. I am still sitting shocked in my chair. What the hell? I'm going to be a father. Not only that, but the woman of my dreams is the mother.

  Looking over her shoulder one last time she says “See ya later Santa.” Tossing me a saucy wink before strutting off with her class. Oh, she will definitely be seeing me tonight, and she'll be seeing me every night for the rest of our lives. Because I am never letting her go, she is going to be my wife. I am going to take care of her and our children the rest of our lives.

  Chapter Four

  Kristy

  Oh, fuck, what the hell come over me? I can’t believe I said that out loud. I barely have my head wrapped around parenthood myself, but I know I want him involved every step of the way. The whole way back to school, I think about when he was close to Lorelei and how I felt this surge of jealousy. How dare the father of my baby be talking to another woman? Holding her hand, even medically, if I heard that right, almost killed me.

  I know I have been wishy-washy about him, but I am done with all that. He is fucking mine that is the only reasonable explanation for me to have said anything about me being pregnant to him. I'm done running, but I want him to chase me one last time. I need him to be mine, and I want to be his. I have so much anticipation for when I see him again. I wonder when it will be, I expect and kind of hope for him to call me at some point, but as the day goes on and it is time for me to go home.

  I still haven't heard from him. My hope starts to fade, and I begin to panic. I am freaking out. What if he doesn't want to be a father. What if he’s moved on. Had I pushed him away enough that he doesn’t want me anymore? What if he is with Lorelei right now? Like with her, with her. I am going to have to move. I won’t be able to see the man I love with another woman all the fucking time, in a town the size of a postage stamp. Love. Where the fuck did that come from?

  I head out for the day and get in my car. The bitch won’t start. Just my luck. Letting out a huge sigh, I grab my bag and walk toward the road. It should only be about a fifteen-minute walk to my apartment. As I reach the halfway point, I feel the sudden urge to puke my guts out again. Morning sickness my ass. As I am bent over the grassy area on the side of the road, dry heaving, I hear a car come up alongside me. I wave them around me, but it doesn’t move. I hear the car door open and close.

  “Kristy, are you ok baby? Where is your car?” Sam asks coming up to me. I start crying uncontrollably as he picks my bag up off the ground. He then picks me up and carries me to the front seat of his truck. I am freezing and still crying. I'm sure he’s wondering what he’s gotten himself into. Sitting me down on the front seat he lifts my chin with his finger until I'm looking at him. Running his thumb under my eye where my tears are streaming down my face he says, “Talk to me baby, what's the matter?”

  Through hiccupping tears, I start rambling. “I'm having a baby. I thought you didn’t care and my stupid bitch of a car won't start. God damn these stupid hormones are fucking with me. Where the fuck did you come from anyways?” I say as I slap him on the chest.

  I intended to pull my hand back, but he traps it in his, keeping it above his heart and with the other, he grabs the base of my neck in a firm hold, not hard enough to hurt but just enough to get my attention. Inhaling sharply, I bite my bottom lip at the intensity in his eyes as he steps closer to me.

  “Baby, how many times do I have to say it? I am not going anywhere. You're my girl, and this is my baby. There is no way in fuck I'm letting you go. Not now. Not ever. I didn't call because I knew you were busy with the kids and I had a couple of things I needed to do before I came to see you. I was actually going to meet you at the school when I saw you on the side of the road.” God, I love it when he uses that firm voice as he calls me that.

  Dumbly all that comes out of my mouth is a breathless “oh.” “Yes, oh” he says with a chuckle. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down I get a whiff of his amazing scent. He smells like sandalwood and man. The smell instantly calms my nausea, and I almost start bawling again. It’s the first time in a week I haven't wanted to blow chunks everywhere. Oh my God, he’s like fucking magic! Leaning forward I take another deep breath and let out a little whimper.

  “Did you just smell me?” he asks as he lets go of my hair and quirks his brow. Turning bright red, I fold my arms over my chest and lift my head up looking at him with all the bravado I don’t feel.

  “So, what if I did, what are you going to do about it?” Leaning towards me until we are at eye level he growls “I am going to take your ass home, with me, where you belong.” I want nothing more than for him t
o take me home, but I can't let go of my bratty attitude to fast. Straightening my spine, I sassily tell him “What if I don't wanna go home with you? What if I wanna go to my apartment alone?”

  Standing to his full height, he shrugs his shoulders and tells me “Well you could do that but there is nothing in your apartment.”

  Wait, what? I wasn't expecting him to say that. “I'm sorry, what did you say?”

  “You heard me, woman, you are coming home with me. You are having my baby, and there's no way I'm going to let you or my child live in that tiny, shitty ass apartment.

  His shoulders tense and I can tell he thinks that I am going to have a freak out. But I'm done running. I need this man. I want this man. I love this man, and I don’t care how crazy that is. So, when I simply rub my fingers over his beard and whisper “Okay Sammy take me home.” He stands stock still and looks at me like he doesn't know what to say. “Sammy, I'm hungry, I need a bath, and I need to change these clothes. Can we go?” Leaning into my touch, he closes his eyes and exhales a relieved breath like he's been waiting years for me to say those words.

  Grabbing my hand, he brings it up to his lips and kisses my palm. “Okay baby, I’ll get you home.” Kissing my palm one more time he backs away and waits until I am situated in my seat before closing my door and jogging around the front of the truck. He quickly gets into the driver's seat and starts to pull away from the curb.

  We sit in silence for about ten minutes before I speak up. “Can you drive fast, I feel like these spandex pants are cutting off my circulation,” I say as I pull the waistband down. Feeling like I can finally breathe, I let a sigh and place my hand on my still small tummy. Continuing, my slight rant, “Oh fuck! I am going to get fat, and how the hell am I supposed to tell my dad? He’s going to shit a brick, or worse he is going to kill you. Like, kill you dead.” I know I am rambling, but I can’t help it. I'm nervous about going home with Sam, and I don’t know how this is all going to work out.

  Laughing he grabs my hand and brings it to his lips before placing it on his thigh. “Baby relax, everything will be okay. Your dad isn't going to kill me because I have already talked to him.”

  “YOU DID WHAT?” I shout and try to move my hand, but before I can, he grabs it. “Not about you being pregnant, I asked for his blessing.”

  “Blessing for what?” I think I know, but I want to make sure.

  “I'm gonna marry you baby, and my mama always told me when I find the one I’d better ask her daddy for her hand. I did that right before I called Candy and asked her for the key to your place. Which resulted in her calling Teagan and me having to explain what I was doing to both of them. They helped me get all your stuff ready.”

  “Ok, how did you get his number?” I ask him.

  “I didn’t. I went over to his office. Before you ask. I called Suzy and asked for his address, but she didn't have it, so she told me where he worked.”

  Okay, then I was not expecting that. You think I'd be mad or even upset a little, but for some reason, I can't find it in myself to be mad. My girls were just trying to take care of me because they must have known that I had feelings for him even when I couldn’t admit it to myself. Having never been to Sam’s house before, I am awestruck when we pull down a long driveway that ends in front of a huge log cabin style two-story home. The first thing I notice is the wrap around porch. It is complete with two rocking chairs and wisteria plants. They are my absolute favorite. I wonder who told him that.

  I unbuckle my seatbelt, open the door and hop down. “You live here?”

  “No, we live here, baby.” He smiles, and I have to catch my breath. He makes my knees weak and my pussy wet. With his sexy beard and his bright blue eyes looking at me. We walk hand in hand up the stairs. Once inside, he turns to shut the door, and I take the opportunity to rip my sweater over my head and toss it to the side. My tits aren't huge but a nice handful, just enough to go braless, depending on the shirt I wear.

  When he turns around and notices my semi-nude state, he inhales sharply and drops my bag on the floor. I toe off my boots and socks and wiggle out of my too tight pants. Standing before him, I place my hands on my hips and arch my eyebrows. “Are you joining me? Where is the bathroom?”

  He clears his throat. “Third door on the right” I smile as turn to walk down the hall. I hear his boots hitting the floor behind me, and I giggle running the rest of the way to the bathroom.

  Chapter Five

  Sam

  Fuck, me. I will never get tired of her laugh. I quickly rip of my clothes and follow her into the bathroom. She is in the shower trying to figure out how to turn it on. Chuckling, I reach over her and turn it on. She squeals and jumps back as the initial cold water hits us.

  “You jackass! You could've warned me.” She says as she turns towards me, smacking me on the chest.

  Grabbing her hand, I clutch it to my chest. Holding it tight I look her in like eyes before growling playfully “Careful baby you don't want to be on the naughty list.”

  “What if I want to be on the naughty list?” Wrapping my arms around her, I bring her close to my body before I kiss her neck. I grind my hard cock into her soft stomach. She reaches between us and grips my cock and starts to stroke me agonizingly slow. Groaning, I rasp out “Naughty girls get spanked.”

  When she moans out “Yes please,” I about blow my load right there imagining her bent over on the bed while I fuck her hard and fast spanking her both of her ass cheeks red while I am deep inside her. Groaning out loud. I slide my hand from her waist and down to her ass squeezing it in my hand before I give her a quick spank before I run my hand the rest of the way down her ass and between her thighs, where I find her already soaking wet pussy.

  “Oh, my naughty girl likes being spanked, doesn't she?” I say as I thrust two fingers deep into her pussy pumping into her slowly. I kiss my way up her neck as she starts moaning and starts to rock back and forth. I pull my free hand back and bring it down to her luscious ass. I groan out as I watch it jiggle. I quickly repeat the motion several times switching from each cheek. Her pussy floods my hand and only once her cheeks have turned a bright pink shade do I stop.

  “That's right baby rock that sweet little pussy against my hand. I want to feel you come around my fingers before I fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”

  She squeezes my cock tighter into my words and starts to stroke me faster. Putting just the right amount of pressure to make me almost come all over her soft belly. The belly that is full of my baby. Ah fuck, just the thought of it has me pumping into her hand faster as I start to strum her clit with my thumb. I want her to come first. She will always come first. I won’t have it any other way. When I feel the first flutter of her pussy on my fingers and hear my name coming from her lips, I can’t hold back any longer I come all over her as she screams my name on her release.

  I tighten my grip on her as her legs give out. Even after coming, I am still rock hard. I lift her up by her thighs, and she immediately wraps her legs around my waist as I slam her down on my cock. Her eyes go big, and her mouth pops open in a silent scream, and her grip on my shoulders tightens. Fuck, she's as tight as she was the first time I took her. I have a feeling it's going to be like this every time. Once she adjusted to the sensation of my cock in her snug pussy, she starts to move against me. Just the feeling of being inside her almost has me dropping to my knees. I bite my lip to keep myself from coming like a teenage boy that has just had his first roll in the sack. Turning us around I sit on the massive bench I put in the shower just for this reason. Gripping her hips, I start to fuck her perfect pussy. Making sure my lower abs hit her clit with every downward stroke. Her head is thrown back; her eyes are closed her breath is coming out in throaty moans and tiny little whimpers.

  Gathering her hair in my fist I growl “Look at me sweetness; I want to see you when you come all over my fat cock.” Suddenly her pussy clamps down, and she screams out in pleasure. Grunting, I slam into her one last time. I feel my
balls tighten and my cock swell inside her incredibly tight pussy as I shoot my load deep inside her.

  Her head rolls forward and lands on my chest right above my thundering heart, and she goes limp. I am pretty sure that I would have slid to the floor if I wasn't sitting down. We are both breathing heavily. I kiss her on the top of her damp head and wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. I am perfectly content to just stay like this, but her stomach chooses that moment to growl loudly.

  “Come on baby, let's get you fed.”

  Groaning loudly, she shakes her head back and forth on my chest. “I don't want to. Can't I just stay here and take a nap?”

  “I wish we could, but we have a baby to feed. That just became your number one priority. While mine is to make sure you are both taken care of.”

  “Fuck, I think I am going to hate it when you are right. But you have to cook. I don’t think I can stand for too long right now.” “Deal.”

  I slowly lift her off of my lap letting my cock slip free of her sweet pussy, and we both groan at the loss of feeling complete. Setting her on her feet, I quickly stand up and reach for the shampoo. When she gives me a questioning look, smirking I tell her “well you came in here to get cleaned up, and I can't very well have you getting out dirtier.”

  She stands there looking at me with her bright blue eyes. “I've never had anyone wash my hair before. Ya know past toddlerhood.”

  “Good, I like being all your firsts.” I don't let her know how much it pleases me. I love being able to take care of her. Ever since the day I met her all I have wanted was for her to be happy and for me to be able to treat her like the goddess she is.

  Chapter Six