Naughty Santa Daddy

Chapter 1

I slowly and loudly exhale as I tighten my fingers one by one around the steering wheel. Not even the breeze on this unseasonably warm day can calm me down since my lane hasn’t moved in five minutes… or hours. Who knows at this point?

Just then, the car to my right jolts ahead, and I quickly turn my wheel, hoping to wedge into the space.

Thankfully, movement catches my eye, and I slam on the brakes, but not before a man dressed as Santa Claus on a motorcycle lets loose with a string of cuss words as he smacks the side of my SUV with his gloved hand.

“Do you kiss Mrs. Claus with that mouth?” I bellow back at him, my New York accent, that I’ve worked so hard to soften, rearing its head.

He’s already passed me, but his buddy, also suited up in the familiar red gear, hears me, his head whipping around as he laughs at my comment. Our eyes meet for a second, and my jaw drops, just as fast as my panties would if I had a chance with a man like that.

They do not come packaged like him in the world I grew up in.

I sigh again, this time with longing more than frustration. Or maybe just a different type of frustration. My family is the best. I love them so much and am so grateful for all the opportunities I’ve had because of them. But those opportunities come at too heavy a price for me to want to live in that world.

“Christ,” I mutter under my breath, glancing over my shoulder as the parade of motorcycle-riding Santa Clauses continues through the space between the lanes. “Alabama is out Alabama-ing itself today.”

Just then, my lane moves again, and I go with it, staying close enough to the car in front of me so no one will try to cut in once the last of the bikes pass by.

A few blocks later, my GPS squawks at me to turn—landing me in the squat, utilitarian garage of the hospital where I was volunteered to be a volunteer today.

I’d like to believe the internship that I landed when I started law school this year was based on my grades, but I know better than that. My mom undoubtedly told Dad where I was interviewing, and he had Uncle Carlo handle the rest.

On my first day there, the woman in charge of the interns dropped the bomb that we were all expected to volunteer once a month at various events that the partners sponsored around town. This month, in the spirit of rolling Christmas out before Thanksgiving, I was told to dress in green and head to the local hospital, where I’ll be a spare pair of hands while children with ongoing medical issues will have the opportunity to visit with Santa.

I’ve heard several snide remarks from the other interns about how competitive the market near the top-ranked law school in the state is, so I’m sure I’ve been Googled quite a few times in the past month.

Something that my dad’s people do regularly also, just in case anyone puts together that Alessandra, or Alex as I prefer, Bianchi was born Alessandra Allegrini.

Parking, I stop at the security desk to ask where the event is being held, and the guard directs me to go back out to the garage and cross to the far side to get to a courtyard. Finding my way through, I stop in my tracks the minute I step back into the sunlight.

There are roughly twenty Santas milling about, and just beyond them in an open-air lot are row upon row of motorcycles. It never occurred to me that the men I saw earlier were heading to something sponsored by a law firm.

“Hey, Alex! Over here,” my direct boss, Marlena, waves her arms at me in case I missed the high-pitched scream that’s still echoing off the windows surrounding the courtyard.

Just as the echoes fade, one of the Santas mimics her call, setting off many of his buddies to do the same until I’m virtually being catcalled by a dozen bikers.

“Bet this isn’t how you imagined today going, is it, babe?” Not until the warm, low voice, full of humor, comes from behind me do I feel the man at my back.

Looking up, I bite off my gasp when I recognize the biker who had locked eyes with me earlier. As his eyes slide up my body, taking in my knee-high leather boots, black leggings, and snug green sweater, my heart responds with a thud he must be able to hear, then seems to pause altogether as his smile slowly spreads across his face—showing off a large dimple on his right cheek.

“Wanna be my elf?” is his next question as he fishes out a green felt hat from the bag at his side, accompanied with a lusty wink.

“Do I…” I gulp, wondering what parallel universe I’ve stumbled upon.

“I need an elf. Figured I’d call dibs on you,” he expands on his question, reaching up to place the hat on my head as he glares at someone over my shoulder.

Just then, two other women I intern with come striding by us, giggling as they make their way into the garden of Santas. My eyes boggle out of my head at how short one of their skirts is—I mean, this is a kids’ event, right?

“Yeah, most of the volunteer elves aren’t here for the kids,” he says, picking up on my thoughts as he nudges my arm in an effort to get me moving toward the group.

“Are you? Or is it the draw of nurses and slutty elves?” I ask him, and he barks out a laugh as he scratches at the white stuff coating his natural facial hair.

Just then, a van emblazoned with the name of some medical supply company, its tires screeching as it turns way too fast into the parking lot, has terror shooting through my veins.

I stumble, trying to come to a dead halt while the sexy Santa at my elbow continues forward.

“No, no, no,” I quietly chant over the alarm bells going off in my mind as I turn on my heel. His hand grips my shoulder, trying to steady me, but I yank it off, keeping it in my grasp as I turn to run back inside the relative safety of the garage. “Follow me!”

There’s no reason for the mask that I saw on the driver, other than the one I’ve been trained to look for since childhood. Or, really, since the days following the evening when my childhood was stolen from me.

We no sooner cross back into the opening of the dimly lit structure than the first shot rings out, followed by the screams of those in the courtyard.

“Get down,” I demand, pulling him between the cement outer wall and a beat-up Buick with a handicap placard on it. “And take that damn coat off.”

His eyes burn into mine as he raises his head up for a peek through an opening in the wall. Before his head clears it, a grouping of bullets hit the cement, spraying fragments everywhere.

“My brothers,” he growls, yanking the bright coat off to expose a leather vest over a wife beater. When he slides the pants down, I find myself searching his waistband for anything that might help us defend ourselves. “I’ve got to …”

“Stay alive,” I tell him, pushing aside the terror I’m feeling. “Are you armed?”

“No, my piece is in my… damn, babe,” he cuts off what he was saying the moment he looks at me. “You’ve got a cut on your cheek.”

That probably explains the tingling sensation I’ve had since they sent a spray of bullets our way, I think, reaching up to lightly prod at it just as he rips away the bottom of his shirt.

“There’s no time now,” I say, pushing his hand away when he reaches up. “My gun is in my SUV, but I’m parked on the other side of the garage. Follow me and stay low, Goliath .”

Just as his eyes narrow, one of his large hands reaches up to the patch with his name on it as he silently answers his own question before giving me a nod. I immediately turn, crawling between the vehicles to get as far away from the scene behind us as possible.

“What’s your name?” he grunts, breathing heavily when I halt suddenly at the sound of footsteps running toward us from the main entrance of the hospital.

“Shhh,” I warn him, staying low until the security guards have passed us before turning to look back at him. His face is inches away from my bum, and I’m happy when he shifts his light blue eyes from there to meet mine. “Alex.”

Goliath

It’s been a minute since I’ve been in a shooting, and now I’m in my first mass shooting event. While it chafes my ass to move away from the gunfire behind us, the beautiful girl who caught my eye on the ride over here was right.

The only thing that would have come from me running into the fray would have been my death. Being my size, I’m nothing but a target.

When I clocked this woman walking through the garage and instantly fantasized about having her kneeling in front of me, as lovely as the view is, this is not what I had in mind. She starts forward again, moving faster across an aisle that leaves us exposed, then freezes when we hear another group of footsteps coming in our direction.

“Check everywhere. Some of them got away,” a deep voice reaches us. When her large, dark eyes meet mine, it’s the momentary glimpse of panic that brings the faceless man’s words front and center for me.

This wasn’t random. These men are hunting.

I wrap my hand around her leather-encased ankle, and when she refocuses on me, I point my finger up over her left shoulder before mouthing, “Stairwell.”

Alex nods, releasing the breath she was holding before starting in the direction I indicated.

Every scrape we make against the concrete seems magnified to me, but we manage to make it to the opening without being detected. Unfortunately, it only leads to a staircase going up instead of an alternate exit.

Left with no option, she proceeds up the steps, carefully peeking out when she reaches the next level. At this point, I’m grateful to be upright as we cross to the side that leads to a door into the hospital.

Too soon, I hear boots on the stairs behind us, causing me to grab her arm and pull her in between an SUV and a pickup with a camper lid over the truck bed.

If I couldn’t feel her pulse racing under my grip, I’d think she was cool as a cucumber. That, and I’ve begun to understand that her deep exhales are how she releases her stress. When Alex slides her hand into a small slit at the top of her leggings, I’m more than a little disappointed when she only pulls out her key fob attached to a Swiss Army knife, roughly the length of her pinky finger.

After she extends the small blade, she motions between her eyes and the area around us. While I wish I had a fucking clue what she was thinking, I simply nod and watch her as she backs up to the end of the truck.

In what seems like a moment, she has the camper door popped open and is waving me forward. The thought of being trapped inside the truck seems like a crap idea, but since we have zero chance of making it to the hospital doors, I help her up and quickly follow her before securing the tailgate behind us.

If the blacked-out windows didn’t give us a hint, the thick foam padding inside confirms that someone sleeps back here from time to time.

“Are the cops ever going to get here?” she growls out the question when I lay beside her, pulling a blanket over us to be extra careful.

“Where were you trained?” I whisper, wondering about her background, as I slide my arm under her head and cuddle up to her like we’ve been lovers for years.

It’s too dark to read her face, but I definitely feel her body tense up. We lie there in silence, and just as I’m certain she’s not going to answer me, she tilts her head up to whisper in my ear.

“The North Pole,” she responds, her breath tickling my earlobe and refocusing the adrenaline rush that had kicked in. “Where all elves are trained.”

It’s when her nose brushes against my tragus and she suddenly sucks in more air, pushing her full breasts against me, that I turn my head and lean down. Our lips forcibly meet, her hands yanking at my clothes as I shift my hand to cup her ass, grinding my hard-on against the junction of her legs.

Alex’s hands are yanking at my belt buckle and jeans as my mind notes the sirens that finally seem to be arriving. I have no idea what has played out in the courtyard, but I also know that if the cops catch me on the scene, they’ll toss me in a cell until they get everything sorted out.

The last thing I expected was to be in this position today, and I’m worried that I may be taking advantage of someone feeling vulnerable right now—at least until she sinks her teeth into the soft spot at the base of my neck.

“Fuck me,” she whispers, turning within the circle of my arms, and I feel her sliding her leggings down. “Now.”

Well damn. I’m not the gentleman my momma tried to raise, so when I feel the soft swell of her ass against my stomach, my cock jumps to answer the call.

Reaching down, I try to widen the spread of her thighs until her knee hits the tire well and slide my dick past her ass cheeks to that little piece of paradise he’s eager to visit. I slam up into her, burying my face in the crook of her neck at the same time.

When I’m buried to the hilt, I grin when we simultaneously moan. My cock twitches, eager to get moving, but all I know is that my elf has the tightest pussy I’ve ever encountered, and I’m gonna make sure she enjoys every second of the next few minutes.

Shifting my arm, I hold her in place—inhaling the subtle minty scent of her shampoo as I thrust into her, nearly yelling out when her teeth sink into my arm.

“Sorry, I just need…” she whispers when she turns her head, her breathing becoming more ragged as she juts her hips back to meet my thrusts.

“I got you, baby,” I softly respond, curling my large frame around her to cover her mouth with mine.

Increasing the pace, I’m glad for the intimacy of this connection, as otherwise, I’d be the one yelling out as her pussy starts milking my dick, harder and harder.

As much as I wish that this was more than a quickie, when I’m coming inside of her, I’m grateful that she’s right there with me.

Gasping for breath in the now steamy enclosure, I start to apologize when a siren goes off in the garage. Even as she’s pulling her leggings up, she freezes, looking at me like she’s been busted.

A voice comes over the speaker system, instructing anyone in the garage to immediately proceed to the hospital entrance with their IDs ready.

“Are you good?” I ask her.

“Can I get that bit of your shirt? If you still have it?” she responds. Swatting around at my pockets, I come up with a bandana, not understanding what she needs before I see her shove it down the front of her pants.

“Damn, baby. Gonna get me all riled up again,” I smirk at her.

“Later, Goliath,” Alex says, swatting at my thigh. “Can you see anything out that side? I think we should run for the hospital entrance if no one’s around.”

Not only do I look for movement out of every window, but I also open the doors and check to make sure Alex can make it safely into the building. Once I do, I help her climb out, getting her halfway to the doors before I groan.

“Crap!”

“What’s wrong?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.

“My wallet must have fallen out when…” I let her fill in the blank, casting a look between the door and where we came from. “Run on ahead; I’ll meet you inside.”

She looks up at me, as though trying to read my thoughts, then squeezes my hand and runs to the door like I told her to.

Just as she makes it to the threshold, she looks back at me and pulls her fingers across her lips like she’s closing a zipper.

North Pole, my ass.

Someone made sure that Alex was trained to be aware of her surroundings and protect herself; if she thought to tell me she’d keep her mouth shut, it sure as hell wasn’t from law enforcement.