Page 42 of Merry Pucking Christmas
She rolls her eyes, though I can see the smile tugging at her lips. “I was distracted, okay? You were doing that thing with your hair.”
I laugh, pulling her into my arms, wrapping them around her as we both stare out at the rink. “Sure, blame me. But we’re not adding Zamboni operator to your resume. Besides, I don’t think your dad would appreciate me letting you crash into the boards.”
Noelle leans her head against my chest, her laugh soft and warm. “I’d crash gracefully.”
“Gracefully into a wall,” I tease, kissing the top of her head.
We stand there for a moment, just enjoying the quiet, the soft echo of our voices in the empty rink. It’s hard to believe a year ago, everything felt so uncertain. But now, with her in my arms, it’s like I’ve finally found exactly where I’m supposed to be.
“You know,” she says, her voice softer now, “I used to sit in these stands and watch you practice all the time.”
I smirk, glancing down at her. “Oh, I remember. You were always pretending not to stare.”
She laughs, nudging me playfully. “I wasn’t pretending. I was studying. I had to make sure my dad’s best player was doing everything right.”
“Mmm, sure. Is that why you had a crush on me?”
Noelle looks up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with a mix of teasing and sincerity. “Maybe. You weren’t too bad to look at, you know.”
I grin, tightening my hold on her. “You weren’t too bad yourself.”
We fall into a comfortable silence, just standing there in the rink where so much of our story began. I can’t help but feel like this is exactly where we were meant to end up—back where it all started, but this time, together.
“Remember the last time we were here?” I ask her.
Her smile widens. “Yeah. I wasn’t too bad of a Zamboni driver then, was I?”
I laugh, squeezing her closer. “Yeah, if I remember correctly I was the one driving that night.”
She smiles, and it nearly takes my breath away. “You were definitely driving.”
“Still have those panties?” I ask her, remembering the pair she had on that night.
She pulls away from me, laughing. “I actually have another pair you might like better.”
“I’ll have to be the judge of that.”
She rushes over to the Zamboni, climbing into the seat. “Ready?”
I nod, licking my lips. “Yeah.”
She lowers her pants, and on the front of the panties is a candy cane with the saying,it’s not going to lick itself.
“Those are my new favorite pair,” I say, moving closer. I sit in the seat of the Zamboni, memories flooding back. I tap my lap, wanting her sweet little ass there. “Come sit on Santa’s lap,” I tell her with a laugh.
She rolls her eyes playfully at me, and sits down. “I already have everything I could ever possibly want.”
“Everything?” I raise a brow.
“Yes,” she says, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Everything.” She plants her lips across mine, and I kiss her back.
The kiss grows urgent, and I can’t wait to be inside this woman. I growl as she repositions herself to where she’s straddling my lap. I’ve got many plans for tonight, but right now the need I’ve got for her is so much more. It burns through me, and I undo my pants, pulling my cock free.
“Oh, that’s what I want, Santa,” she says with a giggle.
“Please don’t call me that.” I laugh. “Talk about losing the mood.”
She’s cute as she gazes at me from under her thick lashes. “Aww, what’s wrong? You don’t like being called Santa?”