Page 12 of The Curvy Girl's Christmas Cowboy
But the star of today was Santa. I never imagined Storm would be so sweet around children. I melt as he stays in full Santa mode, complete withho, ho, hos,and watch has he gives a candy cane to his last visitor of the day. The little girl in a white furry jacket, claps her hands as she accepts the treat and gives him a big smile, full of wonder and amazement. Once she and her mom trail off to the parking lot, Storm stays on his makeshift thrown and catches me staring. We have the place all to ourselves now and he beckons me over.
As I approach my dream man in red, his gorgeous dark eyes twinkle mischievously. Even with his fake beard, white hair and a pillow for a belly, I’d recognize Storm anywhere.
“I have a special present for you,” he says. “Aren’t you going to sit on Santa’s lap, little girl?”
“It depends on what Santa is hiding under all that fabric,” I tease, dropping my eyes to his bulky red velvet pants. Storm grins and taps his lap.
“Only one way to find out.” His suggestive tone is laced with trouble.
Smiling, I quickly check for stragglers before I slip my arm around Storm’s broad shoulders and modestly take a seat on his lap.
“Have you been a good little girl this year?” He asks with a devilish wink. I tug on his fuzzy beard and give him the hungry kiss I’ve been saving up since we arrived this morning.
“No way Santa. I’m afraid I’ve been very naughty. I fucked my boyfriend this morning and I’m still wet.”
“Good thing Santa loves bad girls then. The naughtier the better.” He grins and pulls me closer, his hands slipping around my waist. I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him. “What would you like for Christmas darlin’?”
“You.” I press my finger into his chest, admitting honestly.
“Well that’s a done deal, sweetheart. You’ll get me for Christmas, New Years, Valentine’s Day, Easter, for every holiday all year. Breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
“Then I’ll have everything I’ve ever dreamed of. What about you Santa? Is there anything on your Christmas list?”
“You.” He laughs. “You’re all I want. I only have one regret.”
I tilt my head and study him. “Is it the Santa suit? Is the beard itchy?”
“No. I was just thinking I wish you would’ve smacked me upside the head in high school and told me to straighten up my act. I’ll bet we’d be married by now.”
I frown, taking him in. Is he joking? That man had a line of girls drooling for him every minute. He had plenty of opportunities to pursue me if he wanted to. “I did say yes to that one date we had, but you didn’t seem very interested in having a girlfriend at the time.”
“And that’s where you’re wrong Peach. I was more than into you. I was blown away.”
“You were? You had a funny way of showing it.”
“I only acted distant and cocky, like an asshole because you scared the shit out of me. I wasn’t ready for a girl like you. I knew you were the one for me even way back then.”
“But you’re all grown up now,” I say flirtatiously, swooning over what he’s saying.
“Yes I am,” he says gently, cupping my face with his beautiful hands.
I raise my brows with a smile and peek down at his lap. “A very big boy, if you catch my drift.”
“Big enough to marry?”
My mouth drops. I gawk at him in disbelief. “Marry? Are you serious?”
“It’s taken me a long time, but I knew what I wanted then, and I’m ready to make that commitment now. I want to be with you forever. Give me the best Christmas present of my life and say you’ll be my wife. Marry me Peach.”
A wave of emotion crashes over me, and my eyes flood with tears.
“No, no.” Storm chuckles and the sound is sexy, loving, and full of affection as he gently wipes a tear away with his thumb. “I don’t want to see you cry baby girl. My only desire is to make you happy every day for the rest of your life, if you’ll let me.” His arms wrap around me and we hold each other in a tight embrace. I can hardly believe this is happening—I pull back slightly, my eyes lock onto his, searching for any sign that this might be a dream. But his gaze is unwavering, sincere, and filled with a love that makes my heart race.
“You’re not kidding, are you?”
He shakes his head without taking his eyes off me. “I’m completely serious, Peach,” he whispers against my lips. “I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.” He grabs my hands and presses his lips against the back of each one. “I’m in love with you, Peach. I want you to be the mother of my children.”
I blink at him for a few seconds digesting his words. “Well, I suppose I’ll forgive you for that awful date in high school then,” I blurt laughing like an idiot because I’m so happy my brain is imploding. My heart is like a jackhammer and pings of excitement are ricocheting through every one of my cells.
