She giggles against my lips. The vibration goes straight to my dick. It’s been a miserable fucking weekend, but today is better than any Christmas morning.
The door swings open. Joy steps back out of my arms like a teenager getting caught by her parents. Sara stands in the doorway with an eyebrow raised at Joy.
“Can’t you knock?” I yell, pulling down my rolled sleeves.
“Sorry to interrupt. We have a queue of families waiting to see Santa, and no Santa.”
“Great.” I’m brought back to reality, though my dick’s still reaching for the clouds. “I’ll be down in a minute.” Hopefully.
Sara stands in the doorway, giving Joy some hand signals that I don’t even understand. Joy glares at her.
“Anything else, Sara? Or are you going to watch me change, too?”
“Ew. No, thank you. That’s it.” She closes the door behind her.
Joy unhooks the costumes from the hanger. “I’ll change in the ladies’ room.” She stretches on her tiptoes and pecks my cheek. “We’ll talk later?”
“We’ll do more than talk.” I have so much to do. Filling in as Santa is eating up all my time, but Joy’s right at the top of my to-do list.
14
JOY
On the shop floor, the speakers play the usual Christmas songs. I tap my foot toRocking Around The Christmas Tree, a faint tinkling of bells from my boots adding to the song.
This morning my stomach was in knots at seeing Nick again, but now it’s bubbling with anticipation. Whatever happens, I’m determined to see it through and tell him the truth. Running away is not an option. I’ve been running from boys my whole life. Ever since my first kiss.
My college crush. After he kissed me and dumped me the next day, I clung to all my other firsts, vowing I wouldn’t give them up so easily. Nick makes me feel at ease. He makes me feel sexy. Trouble is, I don’t just want him to be my first; I want him to be my last, too.
“The Twist family,” I call out and widen my smile when a man steps forward, looking much like Nick, holding a toddler in his arms.
“Is the big man around?” His smile reaches his green eyes.
“He’s…” I pull the curtain back to the grotto.
“You’re kidding?” He chuckles as he ducks to enter the small space. I follow, getting the child’s gift out of the bag.
“Ho Ho Ho. Merry Christmas,” Nick says, his voice a little more cheery than usual. He’s been in a good mood ever since our interaction this morning.
I slide the wrapped selection box filled with chocolate treats onto the table next to him.
The guy puts the toddler down and bends his knees, crouching next to the kid. “Sit on the stool next to Santa.”
The little boy does as he’s told, all the time staring at Nick.
“Have you been a good boy this year, Tommy?”
The boy gasps. His eyes widen under the coloured lights from the tree. “How do you know my name?”
“I know everyone’s name.”
He leans in and tugs on his beard. “Uncle Nick?”
“Busted, brother.” The guy chuckles.
Nick rolls his eyes under the reading glasses he’s wearing. “Yeah, it’s me kid. You got me.”
Tommy climbs on his uncle’s knee. “You’re not a very good Santa.”
