Page 3 of Naughty Santa Daddy

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 cheeksto 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 thatmyelf 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.

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